Something's Gotta Give

That is how I've felt lately.  It's not that I'm too busy or have too much on my plate, it's just that I've been choosing to focus on different things right now. I've been trying to look past good to what's best.  God's been shining some light on a few areas in my life that just weren't that pretty. 
One being my obsession with getting my house to look like some sort of showroom that is nonexistent exept in magazines and catalogs.  I know I'm not the only girl in the world that has gotten caught up in cute little blogs where these people design on a dime, create from crap, or repurpose from recycle-ables.   I would cruise blogs daily looking for ideas and TJ and I got in some "heated debates" about money and time I was spending on the computer regarding the house decorating.  Everytime someone changed their mantle or made a new wreath out of some ridiculous recycled material I was pouting about how I couldn't do that and how I had such crap around my house. Blah, blah, blah. 
God showed me that it's good that I want my house to look nice, but it's best that I enjoy the people in my house and be grateful for my MANY MANY blessings.  So I gave away the money I'd been saving and stopped turning on my computer to check blogs.  Today is the first day I've been on my home computer in over a week and I'm only on here to print coupons and post this post.  I feel like a new woman.  Yes, I can still get annoyed when I think about the fact that I'm not a natural decorator and yes, I still want my friend (who is a natural) to come work her magic.  But I've moved on to the best thing.  And I can honestly say I haven't pined over the couch once for the past month. 
God is molding me.  Changing me.  It feels good.   It feels weird.  Because to tell you the truth for the past few years I've been a little unmoldable. 

In other non-lifechanging news:
-We got sod for the immediate front of our yard.  We're actually not the laughing stock of the neighborhood now.  And you would be surprised how many neighbors have started talking to us since then. :)
-We finally got our garden planted.  We went crazy again with the amount of plants we planted so hopefully we'll have a good crop to give away.
-Faith got in her first bit of trouble at school.  It turned out to be a big misunderstanding, but none the less there was a baggy of hair from another child's head with Faith's DNA on it.  And I cried like a little baby.  But we're over it now.  Kinda.
-20 days left of school.  My class is amazing this year and I WILL cry the last day.
- I'm still couponing and I've saved so much friggin' money on groceries.  If you are thinking about trying your hand at it, I recommend couponcloset.net.  She spells everything out for you. 
- My resolutions aren't going as well as last years.  I'm sad to even post about them.  We'll see if I can bring myself to type of my list of failures another day. 

Faith-isms

Faith's vocabulary is ridiculous.  She says the craziest things sometimes.  Here are a few:

1. Her favorite foods are prefixed with the adjective Oklahoma, or in her words, "Opi-homa."  For example, "Can I have some Opihoma yogurt, peez?"  Or maybe "Opihoma cereal" is more your style.  Maybe "Opihoma juice" is what you're really jonesin' for.  The hardest part to figure out is what she's referring to.  On any given day Opihoma cereal can be one of the five kinds of cereal in the pantry.  She changes at her own discretion. And looks at YOU like you've lost YOUR marbles if you get out the un-Opihoma cereal. 

2.  Yesterday as she got off her little potty chair she announced, "My bottom hurts.  Mommy, can you put some butter on it?"

3. While eating dinner she was rattling off some menagerie about her food.  I jokingly looked at her and asked, "WHAT language are you speaking, little girl?"  Disgustedly she looked at me and, as serious as can be, answered, "English."

4. My mom was leaving Thursday afternoon when I got home from work and told Faith that she'd see her tomorrow.  Faith looked at her happily and said, " You come and see me tomor- you come and see me Friday!" 

5.  "No problem."  As in "Daddy friend Daniel come to my house? No problem."  or "I have my hair like Mover Scott? No problem!"  Ummm, yeah.  That IS a problem.

6.  She has a healthy obsession with all things "cowhand."  Your house might say cowboy, but not at the Aragon house.  She had a cowboy day at school and TJ's parents decked Faith out in all the essentials.  Immediately when she tried her cowboy hat on at the store she began running around in boots and hat singing, "I'm a old cowhand from the Rio Grande...."  She loves her cowhand hat, her cowhand boots, and her cowhand belt.  God help us.  We're country, not cowboy.  I mean, cowhand.

7.  She loves to be "sneaky."  The problem is when she tells you "let's be sneaky" and begins her attack she contorts her face to only one a mother would love.   

8.  She is slowly growing out of this phase, but for quite a while the old school Willy Wonka was her FAVORITE movie.  We seriously watched it over 100 times!  Then for a week or so (in the middle of the obsession) she would repeat this little conversation to herself, us, anyone who would listen. 
"Could I buy some golden tickets at  store? Hmmmm.  I know. I go at store tomorrow?  I go at store tomorrrroooowww!" Watch and fall in love with her. 
(Sidenote: her hair was just pulled up to get it out of her face.  She is not a Who in training.)

EDIT- This morning she woke up early and in an attempt to gain a few more minutes of rest I told her she could watch cartoons in bed with me.  She went back into her room and got her penguin and bunny stuffed animals.  Then she ran back in her room and grabbed her most prized posession- her "cozy."  She ran back to me, tossed it at me, and said, "Here mommy, it's your lucky day!"