Boots, Scarves, And Some Music

Happy Wednesday everyone.  I am sitting here watching the 1980s version of The Fog, and I thought I would talk about a few of my likes this week.

My likes change on a weekly basis.  I am fickle like that.

I am working on a scarf for myself, and have the itch to knit some more.  I figure the knitting will be good therapy for my hands and building muscles in my forearms.  I like to call it lazy girl exercise.

I was searching The Purl Bee and found some great scarves to knit.


Then there are the boots.  The boots people.  I love boots.  I need a knee length pair to finish my set.

Just look what I  found.


Now music.

I have been listening to a singer/songwriter by the name of Sturgil Simpson lately.

He sounds like Waylon Jennings, and has a soulful hillbilly sound.

Needless to say I heart him.

Happy Day!

A Dress For The Fall

I think when it comes to clothes, and dressing for Fall, it is awesome being a girl.



Dress them up or dress them down, they are a great addition to any Fall outfit.

A Dress For Fall

I like to do a little of both.

Add a vintage pair of shoes with a sweet cardigan and you have a nice outfit for a dinner date.

Throw on a leather jacket, some tights, and simple jewelry, and you are ready for a night out with the gals.

Need some dress ideas, you can find them here.

Just What I Needed

This weekend was crazy busy.

First we had our yearly family reunion camping trip with my husbands side of the fam.  I unfortunately only had enough vacay for one day off, so Saturday it was.  We slept in a tent, ate hot dogs, and watched all the cousins play from sun up to sun down.

Saturday was full of sports, and I actually got to watch my girls play in their games.  What little athletes I have!  Watching them play sports brings me so much joy.

Sunday was work, and I know I am doing a good job when a patient recognizes how much I enjoy it.  One of my patients said to me “You really like doing this don’t you?”  Yes sir I do, and I am glad it reflects in my work.

When I got home from work, my girls greeted me with hugs and kisses.

My oldest said Happy Mothers day to me and I was like huh!

On her calendar in her room it said that yesterday was Mothers Day.  She put all this together for me.  She was so embarrassed.  I told her to never be embarrassed about doing something kind for someone.

She really is the most precious thing.

It was just what I needed.

P.S.  Did I mention she made me a cup of coffee with my french press?

Momma teaches her girls well!

By The Seat Of My Pants

I think this is how I am going to blog.

By the seat of my pants.

The past two weeks, I feel like I have been doing everything by the seat of my pants.

It has been busy here at The House Of Kells.

Two out of three girls in sports.

Sixth grade!

Extra work opportunities.




The house looks like a busy family lives here, and secretly even though the shoes, backpacks, and mail are stacked everywhere, I LOVE IT!

 My parents knew how to separate family,  and our busy lives when we were younger.

Five out of 7 nights, we all had dinner together, sitting at the same table.

Some of those days, their were friends surrounding that table too.

I thought about that while I had a table full of kids yesterday during dinner before volleyball practice.

Staying up later than usual to help a certain sixth grader with vocabulary words in three different classes.

She needs lots of direction.

That is why she is mine.

I love directing people!

Now I sit here typing this while Mr. Kell is working late, getting everyone bathed, and ready for a weekend of softball tournaments, and a volleyball game.

Comforting a little bit who misses him dearly.

Daddy is super mom and dad every weekend.

That is when I work.

It is week two and I am flying by the seat of my pants.

Thank goodness I was given a cute bearded man to fly with.

That Day I Thought I Had A Hair On My Face

Then I realized it was hooked to my face.  Not just any part of my face, my chin.

What the hell people.  A hair on my chin.  I am officially done with getting old.

There I was in the bathroom looking at the mirror trying to find this hair and I noticed when I went to swipe it off, it would not move.   There is sat hooked to my chin like a hair in a witches wart.

The worst part is that it was long.

It made me wonder which of my friends, coworkers or patients saw the said hair and did not tell me about it.

Curse you if you saw it and did not tell me.

So not cool!

It was plucked and has yet to return again.

Can’t wait to see what else is going to change with this body of mine as I get closer to 40.

Signed seriously not wanting to age to quick mama.