1967 camero

i have been thinking about this for quite some time now and i can't wait to get started...my goal is to take this...
and create this (mine will have a fin on the back)...

i can't wait...

first i need to find the car, and then i'm off to restoration land...

-ash

i am like my mother

i have been thinking for the past few weeks about changing the color in our kitchen. i don't discuss it with paul (1st-because he doesn't care 2nd-he liked the mauve on the shelves when we moved in 3rd-he doesn't care 4th-he doesn't get why i have to move a couch around the room, let alone painting the kitchen) and so i just did it. kelsie was willing to help for a couple hours before she had to work. i got up right after paul left for work (i knew he would notice the change from willow to stormy-tealish blue when he got home), took everything away from the walls, taped and painted my heart out. as luck would have it, i was almost finished and i heard a voice say "what do you think you are doing?" oops! i had been caught. he came into the room and started laughing. i stood there like a child with my hand in the cookie jar, but i stood my ground. it is my kitchen so i can do what i want right? RIGHT! he walked around looking at everything and smiled. he did like it, i knew it. he then said "you are just like your mother." [a bit of history...when dad was out of town, mom had all the bushes taken out of the yard...while we were all asleep, mom painted the entire family room mustard yellow] i love the blue much, much more than the green and it seems to go better with frank, ella, louis etc.

-ash

summer days

i love summer, but HATE the heat. i love hearing the neighbor kids playing, bbq's (not the hot dog or hamburger, but the idea of one), sprinklers, and night games. it has been really hot the last couple weeks and having 3-5 popsicles a day (it's just juice) has been my answer. i took a couple pictures of conrad eating his popsicle too. i love how gradually he eats it, but is instantly messy. kids need to be messy, with a pool of juice in the belly button. he doesn't like to waste any of it and seems not to mind eating off his diaper (by the way, it is a new diaper).

just a side note...i was dusting the front room and i hear a rip and a giggle (camera was handy and i am trying to get into the habit of actually taking pictures) so i looked to see what he was doing. he stood there with the biggest grin. he had taken off his diaper, thrown it to the corner and was pulling at his (well, you know). i started laughing and told him to come over to me and he started running. i took this picture and still smile when i see it. i love it when kids are able to be kids. 

-ash

bad parenting

i was watching conrad yesterday and we made a quick trip to the grocery store. as we were walking in the parking lot, i heard a mom not only yell, but shrill at her son (who was 11 0r 12). it made me sick watching her parent her kids. soon, she grabbed his arm, then his ear, screamed at him again (with his ear less then a foot away), with words i know are bad, no complete sentences. the three younger kids started crying, and the 12 year old was telling his mom to please stop, "i was just telling him to stop" is what he said. i should have said something, i so wanted to say something, i should have said something. i never quite know where is my place and i know i should have said something. i stood there (like a few other watchful eyes) disgusted, and i prayed really hard for the little boys to be strong i wanted to give the kids hugs and tell them they would be okay. i know prayer is powerful. that "mom" needs a good slap and some anger management. i wish all kids had good parents that loved them and saw their full potential. this is the mom i will be.

-ash

weeks without a post

grawbully goop

(that is for you lindsay)