love.

Miss Independent

Those of you that know me, probably know that I am not a girl who likes to readily admit that I need help. More specifically, a man's help. However, these last two days in my adventures of home decorating have shown me that perhaps I am not quite as fearlessly independent as I had hoped and imagined.

Let's start with curtains. I thought I could put up some yesterday afternoon, no prob. Ha. Well, I will blame my miserably failed attempt on either being blonde or the fact that my parents have helped me through every move-in. I didn't realize you had to drill holes in order to hang proper curtains. First bump in the road. Okay, I can handle that. I went next door (literally) to Lowe's and bought my very own little drill. Came back feeling awfully Rosie-the-Riveter'ish (the "We Can Do It!" girl), marked my holes and drilled. Guess what, the anchor does not fit in the hole. Don't know why, do not understand, but so tired of messing with it. My very uneducated guess is that my drill bit was not long enough for the anchors and screws that came with my curtain rod but what do I know? Oh also, I feel like I should add that while I am trying to do all this drilling and screwing, I am standing with one foot in the window sill and one on the bed... which means my feet are about 2 feet apart. Picture that and then think about how funny this must have been. It's okay to laugh, I am. So long story short- I still have no curtains, a mess of screws and anchors and curtain rod parts in my floor, and there is an interesting hole in the wall. Call me a big ol' baby, but I am going to wait for mom to come before I attempt curtains again. I need adult supervision.

Today brings with it another funny story involving me, a fight with a very large delivery box, and a sofa that comes to you 'assembly required'. Girls, let me just warn you right now: I know we like to think we are big and strong and can do all kinds of things on our own, but steer clear of those 'assembly required' purchases that exceed about 100 lbs. It's just not worth it and sometimes {as much as I hate to admit it} some things are just better left to a man.

I'll catch you up on the saga of the sofa later. I am going to go make one more attempt at putting the sucker together. Someone might want to make sure that I am alive and not trapped under a piece of furniture later... just sayin' :)

New purchase!

Just bought this today,

super excited about it!

It will be delivered on Monday, so in the meantime...

on the hunt for fabulous throw pillows!

Summertime & country music

I think country music was invented specifically for summertime. Yesss, it's great the rest of the year too, but seriously pairs perfectly with any summer day. Every year when May rolls around, my radio/iPod/Pandora stations cannot seem to get enough of that country twang. So, here are some of my favorites {old & new} that I turn up way too loud when they come on:

- First of all, any and all George Strait.

(That beautiful man can do no wrong.)

- Perfect Silence, Wade Bowen

- Take a Back Road, Rodney Atkins

- Dirt Road Anthem, Jason Aldean with Luda :)

- Trouble, Wade Bowen

- Interstate, Randy Rogers

- She's Like Texas, Josh Abbott Band

- Feet Don't Touch The Ground, Stoney LaRue

- I Love You This Big, Scotty McCreery

- Wagon Wheel, Old Crow Medicine Show

- She's In Love With The Boy, Trisha Yearwood

- Tonight's Not The Night, Randy Rogers

- Love, Roger Creager

- Strawberry Wine, Deana Carter

And the list could go on and on and on. I love it all. Summertime & country music, perfect pair!

Back to whaaat??

How is it time for this already!? I could have sworn I had just signed 22 daily folders and sent 3 kids home mad at me yesterday. It is simply not possible that 2 months has flown by and these horrible "back to school" ads are everywhere.

On that note, seriously, these stores need to CALM DOWN. Not everyone is pumped up about school starting back- in fact, I'm pretty sure the only people that are truly excited are the parents. I don't want to see flashing lights and signs and arrows when I walk into Target that point to the school aisle. I wish the school stuff was hidden. Honestly. Like in the back (back) room. And if you're wondering, yes, this is what {denial} looks like.

Don't get me wrong, I like my job. I am excited to get a whole new bunch of babies and actually surprisingly anxious to see my kiddos from last year... but right now I need to mourn the passing of my summer. Sigh.

So that trusty [and rude] internal clock now knows that it is August 1st and all I can think about is school. Who are my babies? Will they like my room and me, for that matter? What fun things can we do? What do I need to change from last year? What else do I need to buy? Ahhhh so much to think about, it's exhausting.

Thankfully, I am about to squeeze in some sweet friend time with some school time. Heading down to Nederland tomorrow to spend some time with my NEWLYWED BEST FRIEND, Mrs. Kristin Deitz, to help setup her new first grade classroom. Truth be told, I'm a teensy weensy bit jealous that she gets first grade babes. I love 'em.

Okay, that is more than enough whining from Miss Steel. I need to get it all out of my system while I can because pretty soon I am going to have 22 little monsters (term of endearment, I promise) whining to ME. Say your prayers, everybody:)