Keeping Pinterest Practical

How do you use pinterest?

I’ve decided that, for me, I want pinterest to be a practical tool. I used to have lots of boards and 2500 pins on pinterest. Then I kind of realized that it was overwhelming me. Probably because of the way I use it. Pinterest, to me, is a storage of things that I like enough that I want to make/do/see some day. Not really a collection of things that I like. Because what I like doesn’t always equal what I’ll do.

I mean:

  • I like to use pinterest to look up that casserole recipe that I want to make for dinner. But I don’t like to see recipes (on my boards) of recipes that, while beautiful and tasty, aren’t ever going to have a chance of making it on to my menu plan.


  • I like to use pinterest to narrow down ideas for remodeling/decorating. Maybe it’s the room I’m doing now (the powder room). Or for the room I’m doing next (the entryway maybe). Or for the room I want to do someday (the living room). But it overwhelms me to see ideas that, while beautiful, are so costly that I wouldn’t ever do them. Or that would be perfect for a different style of house. I want ideas that work for the house I’m in, not for the house I might have in 20 years.


  • I’ve been streamlining. Sure, those 10 recipes for spaghetti look good and give me lots of choices, but there’s only 1-2 that I’d actually make. Or those 5 blueberry muffins recipes are inspiring, but they’re all pretty much the same, give or take a 1/2 teaspoon of sugar.

So I’ve been purging pins. I’m down to around 1700 now and it feels good! I still have lots of boards – I don’t like to see bathrooms next to casseroles next to gift ideas next to books I’ve read next to muffins. In fact, I’ve done so much purging that pinterest has “locked” my account a couple of times and forced me to change my password. I guess they suspect fraud — because who actually declutters pinterest!?  Besides me, that is.

My husband are about 1/2 way through Dr. Dobson’s Bringing Up Boys DVD scenarios and he talks about how media always plays up men to be fools – especially in TV shows and commercials. And it’s true – men are very often portrayed as dumb, lazy or clueless. That’s sad — for men to be considered that way. But it’s also sad for boys who start to see the men in their lives that way. AND who learn to see themselves that way.

So it’s very nice to see an encouraging commercial about men. I’ll buy some Peanut Butter Cheerios just for that. And write them a letter to say “Great job!”

Powder Room Remodel!

We’re re-doing our powder room.  It’s a room that has bothered me since we moved in.  It had icky wallpaper, icky sink top, brown tile.  Just icky.  And then I took off all the wallpaper and did a horrible job patching the walls.  So when I repainted, there were still blotches everywhere — just now they weren’t wallpaper blotches; they were painted blotches.  Slightly more subtle, but still annoyed me to no end.

So I’m re-doing it!  Here’s the Way Before.  The Before-We-Moved-In-And-Ever-Started-Touching-It:



And here’s the Jayme-Removed-the-Wallpaper-While-On-Maternity-Leave-In-Her-Spare-Time-And-Did-Not-Patch-The-Walls-Well:


  • New paint color (even if badly applied)
  • New light fixture
  • Toilet has a different color lid than bowl.  We’ll fix this eventually.



And here’s the After-Day-1-Removing-The-Sink-And-Vanity-Top-Staining-The-Vanity-And-First-Coat-Of-Mud-To-Fix-The-Walls:



The perfect day

I think this would be the most perfect day:

10:00 AM – To wake up late like a 20-year-old college student who has no demands on your time and was able to sleep as late as you want.

11:00 AM – To be a 6-year-old who is about to go to Kindergarten for the first time and is just so excited!

12:00 Noon – Eating lunch with your other retired friends, catching up on each other’s children, grandchildren, travels and lives.

1:00 PM – As a mom who has a rare moment without your kids, getting your hair done. Just relishing the ability to stay still for a moment.

2:00 PM – As a toddler that just manuveured a chair to the front of the fridge and got out all the grapes. “I do myself!”

3:00 PM – As a couple who has been married 49.5 years, planning a 50th wedding anniversary trip, realizing a life-long dream. Italy? New York? Carribbean?

4:00 PM – As a parent, watching your oldest graduate from college. A goal achieved. A dream realized!

5:00 PM – As a 24-year-old woman, waiting nervously at home waiting for your date to pick you up. This is your 4th date with him and you’re still really excited about the relationship. There’s a good feeling that this relationship might go somewhere!

6:00 PM – As a dad, getting home from work, to be greeted by your family. Daddy’s home!

7:00 PM – As a 40-something single woman, sorting through mail, seeing the last support check come in for your upcoming missions trip to Zimbabwe.

8:00 PM – As a 6-month-old, slowly falling asleep after an evening feed in your mother’s arms.

I think it’s John Piper that says: “No one season has all the joys.” So true.

Paralyzed by Choices

I shouldn’t worry about 20 years from now, right? I should do what I like now, right?

Seems like a bad plan if you’re talking about weight maintenance or budgeting. But that seems like the right approach for home decoration, right?

Here’s my dilemma:
I don’t like my house.

My new-to-me-just-last-year house.

My house that I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE the location of.

My house that my 2-year-old and I sit on the back deck most mornings and watch for runners and bikers on the trail behind us.

My house that’s just around the corner from my sister, which makes it incredibly easy to say “Sure, send the kids on over – we’re gonna run through the sprinklers!”.

My house that’s paid for (we’re debt free!). My house that’s in a circle, so it doesn’t get much traffic out front.

I have dreams of it burning down and then I get to re-build a ranch or a 2-story. Those should be bad dreams. I see them as a happy dream.

The problem?  My house is just so ‘brown’. Not on the outside, but the inside. I didn’t notice it until we moved in. Brown tile in the entryway, laundry room and powder room. Oak everywhere. Wood linelom floors in the kitchen. Tan carpets. Brown banisters on the staircases. Brown tile in the ‘main’ bathroom. Brown-toned floors in all bathrooms. It’s just brown. I don’t like all that brown.

Seems simple, right? Start getting rid of some of the brown! My husband is on board with me spending money – probably even lots of it by the time all is said and done. But I’m paralyzed.

I’ve had friends in the last few months – 3 or 4 of them – put their houses up for sale. Their houses are beautiful!!! They aren’t huge mansions – most have even been smaller than mine. But you know what I love about them? They aren’t brown!!! Specifically, they have white woodwork. I WANT WHITE WOODWORK!

What’s holding me back? It’s idea that in 20 years, I’m going to hate white woodwork and there’s just no going back. Once you paint it white and it want it to be true wood again, you have to either strip paint (not easy) or replace it all ($$$$).

But I shouldn’t worry about that, right? I should worry about what I love now, right? Cause I love white woodwork and have for a long time.

But I’m paralyzed.

10 months old!

Stephen is 10 months old.

I think this is my favorite age. (Course, I’ve been saying that for a few months now.) He’s mobile. He sleeps through the night. All you have to do is look at him and he laughs. He can’t climb yet, but he knows how to safely go down steps. It’s just a lot of fun.

He’s on the verge of walking – in fact, he took a few steps last weekend, but it hasn’t progress passed that yet. Probably this month, I’m guessing!

He’s also changed up the way he crawls.  He used to crawl normally, but for the past few weeks, he won’t bend his knees.  Here’s a really fuzzy video:

His scrapbook page:


Here are some recent pictures:




Highs and Lows

They say “bad things come in threes”, don’t they?  Or is that good things that come in threes?  Either way, these past couple of weeks have seen some highs and lows.  It’s at the point that it’s kind of comical.

(This is, by no means, an exhaustive list.)

  • I got promoted at work.
  • My nephew broke his ‘shin’ bone and is casted from his upper thigh to his toes.  He’s 7.  Just 3 days before school went back for the fall.
  • I turned 35.
  • We started potty training Phinehas.  I thought it started well.
  • It isn’t going well right now and it’s been a week and a half.  “Not going well” = lots of accidents (more than successes) and some protesting.
  • He still loves wearing his “unders” though.
  • Last Friday, I didn’t have a plan for dinner, so I took a meal out of the freezer that I had frozen.  I didn’t wrap it well cause my burritos were soggy and gross.  Even I wouldn’t eat them.
  • Then Saturday, since we didn’t have the leftover burritos to have for lunch, I made a frozen pizza.  Burned it.  Still edible, but who burns a frozen pizza?
  • Yesterday, I tried a new recipe and it wasn’t very good. Edible, but not very good.
  • Phinehas also went upstairs and made “ba bas for the baby” (bottles), which consisted of him dumping formula into a bottle that he got open. And shaking it.  I took a picture cause it was a mess!
  • Today, I was baking 4 pounds of chicken when my oven stopped working.  The new one we bought 2 months ago!  It’s all electronic and stuff and it just won’t heat.  It won’t take the temperature you try to set it to and says “Function Not Available.”  Who has ever heard of an oven where you can’t heat it!?  Arg!  Serviceman coming on Wednesday.  Pizza ordered for dinner.

It doesn’t help that I’ve been cranky lately.  Mostly ‘easily irritated’ would be a good description.  Just all kinds of doubts that I’m good at this mothering thing.  This wife thing.  This human thing.

The good news?  My car is regularly starting! And the microwave isn’t broken!  Nor is the dishwasher or the fridge!


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