Some DIY | Some Lessons

Firstly, I must give credit where credit is due:  

The Proper Pinwheel

image credit belongs to The Proper Pinwheel more below:

The above photo is NOT mine but used as reference to the idea behind the project. This idea was not mine but, is my own version of the ever popular DIY creative, Lexy Ward via The Proper Pinwheel. Please follow all of Lexy’s social media networks to see more of her genuinely unique creations Facebook, Pinterest, Twitter, Tumblr; but most important Subscribe! The inspiration for my post here was her Potato Stamp Neon Napkins DIY. If this project doesn’t interest you, Lexy B Ward projects can also be seen on the best DIY community on Curbly.com!

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OK, Now its time to talk about ME lol! As promised, I have much new fruitful learnings to share with my fellows here, from the many adventures  throughout our “lovely” Summer experiences! Like I say, “Onward and Upward”

SOME DIY

As you all know I am convinced in some delirious part of my brain, that I can complete a DIY! In fact, I have semi-completed 1 so far. The painting and gluing will be the last steps to the (DIY towel rack) completion. In the meantime, I have also added to the mix a few more pieces of DIY inspiration for our new white walls/blank canvas, in our (rental) apartment we have at our decor disposal now. I myself am almost frightened of what I will do or think of next. 

SOME LESSONS

And, that fact, has got me thinking alot more lately…I have always had a fear of completion. I dont know where it stems from. When I was a full blown alcoholic/addict, I had never completed any thing in my life, from start to finish. Not Once. Besides grades 1 through 11. Even my University career has been shortlived or started and not finished; ever. Tried twice already, and I am soon on my third; so I’d better figure this out FAST! TEEN’s own University career is up for discussion as of late and I’m feeling inadequate for advice or inspiration, never having completed my own. Of course, its for one reason or another. It’s never that I’d set out to start something and not finish–it’s just seemed to always turn out that way.

I even remember giving birth to TEEN, saying to my Mother “hey, thats the first thing I have ever done full circle, from start to finish Mom!” The second thing I ever completed once the one thing that saved my life. The 12 Steps of Alcoholics Anonymous (with a Sponsor). The memory of finishing the 12th Step is clear as yesterday. It was 8 years plus ago. We sat on a bench outside our meeting space, under a low-rise condominium. The second we completed the reading portion a splash of fresh fallen rain water fell beside us with a loud noise that made us startle! The water represented for me the baptism of joining my new life. FYI – I also promised a post regarding my addiction experiences. I will get around to finishing it … soon ;) 

Told you I learned alot from our experiences this summer. About me, my children, my family, friends, neighbours and beliefs. There’s a few things I am working on inside. I have much more to share but, lets talk swag decor now (lol! swag).

THE GOOD STUFF:

My Photos:  

Presenting the first to be completed actually, my Crinkle-Cut Potato Stamp Art

Dollarama | Crinkle-Cut Potato Slicer

Our potatoe slices made with the Dollarama six year old ‘crinkle-cut potato slicer’

I chose this crinkle-cut slicer to create a unique characteristic in our DIY (to be different from the original idea as well); hopingto give a wavy sort of look on the paint. 

Crinkle-Cut Potato Stamp

OH! Cut potato in opposite directions again for uniqueness in our interpretation


Grabbed LOs small already cut-off black shorts, knowing the next day was to be a hot one here. The black helps boast the bright neons chosen for paint. Age and condition of the shorts only assisted me in being ok with messing up, which is always a great possibility when I set out to do, anything;)

Crinkle-Cut Potato Stamped clothing choice

TIP:  Slip cardboard between fabric to prevent sticking, bleeding of paint colour, & preventing ‘bunched up’ paint stamp


YES, I thought of that TIPall on my own ;D  

Crinkle-Cut Potato Stamper

just a cool shot


 

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aww … our first stamp – nail biting!


 

Crinkle-Cut Potato Stamp - LO

LO is now an experienced fashion designer


LO was so excited to wear her shorts I don’t know how I managed to get her to sleep. Next day we both decided to show off our home DIY ‘fashion designs’ together! I love watching LOs posture just rise three-feet higher as she prances into school, announcing her creation to impressed teachers and classmates. With her developmental delays LO doesn’t have many other children understand or approach her for play. I encourage her creativity to offer her a way to introduce herself and add more verbal communication between her and her fellows (at daycare/”school”). 

The sweet reveal images:  

 

Crinkle-Cut Potato Stamp - tank top reveal

here she is! my tank top reveal


Unfortunately, LO wouldn’t stay still for a photo of her shorts. They all appear too blurry to post. Now, remember I am no photo genius or no DIY genius! The next shots were fun in the moment try-ons and non-professional. 

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Oppsie! NO I am NOT pregnant, although this photo makes it look like I am from a distance!


Definitely no chance of pregnancy with this blogger…last photo is my favorite. The back of my tank top turned out much better than the front; probably because I did the back last. Next time I will learn the mistakes that way. 

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completed project #1 ;) We actually got compliments all day about our clothes!

Remember, This is just one of the projects I have started around the house. PLEASE, I welcome the push to see me complete and POST my projects! I’d love to hear your colour recommendations, or different ideas and inspirations you’d like to share with me. Consider me your DIY Ginea Pig:  If I have the tools, I will try it! Leave behind a link to ANY DIY projects you’ve posted completed or started LOL around the house; you know, so I know Im not alone in learning how to FINISH things! 

JayNine xo 

As I have said in the past, if you like my photos and wish to use them, just ask or drop me a line of the content it’s been featured in, thanks. Remember, these are my family time photos and I expect them to be shared in the same manner.

Our **** Summer

These are the stories of our summer experience.  Don’t expect glorious photos of an overseas beach somewhere in vacation land–because thats not at all what ours was like!

“I haven’t done much writing, I know”. A lame endlessly spoken phrase by bloggers throughout the summer vacation days, I know you’re tired of hearing. Especially by Moms. I get that. Here’s the thing though, our summer sucked. And I can promise you, it was NO VACATION around here! 

Oh, may I remind you first, I am thee most grateful person alive, thanks to the way my Mom raised me! That’s truly the only way we made it through our summer circumstances, with much hope and reasessed aspirations for our immediate future! 

In my *new life, I have always been sure to take a real good rigirously honest look at a situation:  I can decide to stay sore and harbour some resentments about the circumstances; OR I accept the outcome (the situation) with a new perspective, one of having learnt a valuable lesson. Or 2 or 3… *new life is a reference to my experience of recovering from addiction, and having been freed of that old life. “It is like being re-born” (Big Book of AA)

Here’s the “sitch

Long dramatic story as short as possible. 10 months ago left ‘hubby’ house vehicle & everything, traded for happiness. Restarted fresh again, in our new little town near family. They’re the only ones I can count on in life over and over, and I have finally learned that one. Where they move–we move! Period. Anyway, happily our wee family made our way to an apartment we made a home immediately. 4 year old developmentally delayed, had about a years growth set back durinmg the six months she was pulled out of daycare we called ‘school’. It costed the whole family trust me. Poor thing. So we looked so forward to our first Summer close to family :D!

Add a nightmare neighbour who knows nothing of consideration for others and her lack of self-awareness, we ended up having a waterfall throughout or new (landlord just newly renovated 1 year prior!) kitchen, bathroom, and diningroom/livingroom. Not pleased. We had brought everyting we could when we left our house behind and I am in debt over my head due to that ‘house stuff’. Point is, what we had left was not much. It was what I managed to salvage from a bitter split. Don’t get me wrong, I always chose happiness over “stuff”! It just seemed like it was “all we had” left you know. 

I dont like spending my time weeping over the past but, feel the need to get this off my chest …July 29th got flooded. Next day, contractors came to open walls at 430-7PM, yes very inconvenient timing. As they opened walls, found 10-15 YEARS worth of black mold growth; we could now not live in and had to pack 3 peoples important belongings to get out right away. Also, finding somewhere to stay temporarily. I only have Mom in this town.

 Let me take one step back:  That morning the assessment from head of contracting team was relaxed, playing it cool, not worried about us having to move out. There was no suggestion of that. I also requested very simply that our belongings be covered by his team with tarps, painters sheets, plastic rolls–I didnt care, as long as it was all covered. He  his understanding of that reuqest, by offering me the size/measurement type of plastic that would be used to cover our belongings. I re-affirmed it again, and went back to tidying up around the water damage I could deal with and went on worry free about my day! So as the pakc up, run and find accomodations now part of the day came, at 25 minutes before I had to pick up LO (the 4 year old with cognitive understanding delays), explain to her again, that we could not go home…. All and all, THAT was thee hardest part. Listening to her cry each day as we passed her home to get to ‘school’ that she wanted to go home, just ripped my heart in pieces. Nothing I said could help her understand again, that we could not go to her home because it was broken.

Thankfully, after the mess of lawyers, landlord tenant court visits, and finally forcing my landlord to do the right thing (accept give us the proper monetary compensation I know we deserve but, couldnt bother fighting for)–I played with terms I used with LO, and slowly assisted her into understanding this broken home stuff was no one’s fault and that we’d be back home in no time! Regardless of the truth that I didnt know when or what direction our circumstances were going at the time. 

During all of that mess, for the first time ever, I started having issues with my teenage brother and Mother. I dont need to get into that. You all know what fighting with family can look like. We ended up having a few (new remember) neighbours pull together and one lent us their families tent trailer! Called us to her house one evening, drove it over, set it up, lent us all the utilities we needed to cook and live–BAM! JUST LIKE THAT! We had a cool new temporary home, that was actually literally, in our own backyard LOL! Even TEEN was excited (til after a few hot mornings lol)! LO and I love the outdoors. Besides, we had always said we were going to the trailer this Summer; we just didnt know what way it was going to happen. 

This is my outlook. This is ME. This is the ways I have raised my children. I have to find the light in the dark. I have to be the light in the dark. I have to shine the light in the dark. 

Don’t get me wrong, it sucked real bad compared to home. But, we were able to use our bathroom (no ceiling) and bathe, so there wasn’t really much to complain about. Now, sleeping in a tent trailer for a single mom is pretty scary! I admit to you guys I barely slept a wink worrying about someone coming to get us lol…Thankfully we managed safely. However lovely my attitude of gratitude sounds, this story is not over yet! 

After 4 nights in the trailer, I started feeling like I was catching a cold. I never get sick so I was paying close attention to the changes in my body. (I am also ‘temporarily disabled’ at this time. that’s a whole other category too…) Maybe it was all the moving boxes, bags, garbage, furniture, stuff in and out from destroyed house, to Moms, to trailer, to insanity, that exhasuted my body enought to give into something. Either way I went straight to Doctors for a throat swab thinking it was Strep Throat; it was going around LOs school at the time. Got some antibiotics before the test results and went on my sick sucky way. 

I get some crazy headaches comparable to delivering twins no epidural through the sides of my head, with a weight the size of the old Coyote cartoons that used to drop on heads every episode; couldnt see, couldnt walk, couldnt talk. Headed to the doctors office whom called ahead to book me into hospital where I headed with TEEN next. All the while LO is at ‘school’ knowing non of this is happening. TEEN calls Mom who remember ‘doesnt enjoy her summer having us in her living space’ LMAO who now has to pick up and be Mom for God knows how long, right away, and make it to see God knows what’s going on in my head. My Mom doesnt prepare for sickness well. Always thinks I am over-reacting. But, I dont get sick. Shows up, just in time for me to get some pain meds (which arent provinding any relief at all), send TEEN home to her house; and jump into emergency ambulance ride to another hospital for a Cat Scan (of my pounding head)! I am in quarantine cuz there’s infection in blood, they just dont know what it is. 

After Cat Scan I get to have an Epidural! lol Actually, its abbreviated an LP Lumbar Puncture. LP is when they curve your spin, while awake, freeze your back, then freeze the nerves in your back somehow, puncture an enormous thick needle between two discs in lower back, to remove and test a persons Spinal Fluid. FUN! Spinal Fluid is sterile. That and Urine, I was informed. I guessed that’s why the ancients used urine as tooth paste apparently. Mine looked sterile, free from sightly bacteria, however further testing that day revealed White T Cells. Means infection. But, of what type:  A-Bacterial or B-Viral Praying for viral my mother went home and I was left feeling to die while giving birth through the brain. Not one drop of Morphine brought relief. I was curled up in a ball almost falling everytime I had to get up to use bathroom. Quaranteed, so no nurse even wanted anything to do with me, accept to poke, prod, and steal my blood for 2 long days and nights. We were told as soon as tests came back it was a Viral Menigitis. WOW! HAPPY CAMPER! No, I really was because if it was the Bacterial kind, there’s much higher risks of losing limbs and can even be fatal. The blessings rolled in from there on in. 

Finally, on the third day doctor came in changed pain meds, I found relief and next day was sent home… but after only 4 days and nights total for unworthy contractors, insurance companies and landlords to figure out when we’d have our home back…where was home to be. Thank God again, the second my Mom brought my iPhone, I sent landlord a message stating in hospital, get it done, I need my home asap. Period. And I truly at that point wouldve camped out in his families front yard had the work not of progressed as quickly (funny hey!y) as it did after that! Within two days we had our apartment repaired and painted, all accept for the laminate flooring throughout the main rooms laid

Ok, so here we are caught up to today. I am actually relaxing outdoors awating the arrival of the flooring guys, who’ve already tried to cancel once, just finished packing for a two day vacation away at you guessed it:  A friends parents TRAILER LMAO! Her parents heard our story and decided to book the rental trailer in their park for us, as a vacation for our last long weekend of Summer Vacation, of course. Like I haven’t seen enough of the inside of a trailer this year. Super grateful nonetheless though.

Their trailer park has 2 pools, a lake, and a beach. Great because LO has been asking to swim in a real pool forever. Cuz the neighbours ‘little’ pool is “not a real pool” according to her LMAO. She did have some amazing time swimming there, usually alone though, because of the temperature lol. My LO is a trooper and a teacher of strength and bravery for even me.

THERE, now that you are aware of our shitty summer OH SHIT–I Forgot to mention!

THAT “shit” word, is actually quite accurate. To sum up the reason for the flood, which I am sure you’re wondering about. Well, it had to be written on the insurance papers because, they have to include a “cause“:

The world’s largest feces, jammed in the tank of a low flush toilet

That was the exact cause…YES, even included photos in the claim. Even grosser still, since living with these wimpy-water-money-saving ‘low-flush-toilet systems (I totally appreciate that ok), I have had to train my children in the ‘How To Low-Flush Rules’ of our bathroom. Obviously the unawareness of our nightmare
neighbour hasn’t had experience with these rules. I pray she will remember them now. Seriously. These incidents happen often with the low-flush tanks.

From now on, I promise you no more shitty posts! We have learned much! I had many different personal experience epiphany’s I look forward to sharing with you for the next few posts. Enough with this shit. And just in case you were wondering, we’re all good now. We are excitedly relieved to be back in our home. We have moved forward.

I will be writing my next update post immediately after this one, to share some insight we gained through all of this.

Thanks for sticking around and having a read. I look forward to having the time now to read all about your summers. If you stopped by, you might as well leave me a link in the comments below so I can visit OK!?

Thanks, Your WP Friend/Family,
JayNine xo

A Simple Write

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After weeks and months of trying this blogging thing out for the first time, I have come to a few conclusions. This post does not have a hidden lesson, or moral of the story, its just a post about my personal experience with my own blog.

I cannot write well. Writing from personal experience, is nothing like speaking from experience; as I have done in my past. I can stand up in a room filled with all of my readers, other bloggers, and strangers and do an excellent job sharing my words of wisdom for you all to hear. On any given topic that I know well, do it confidently, and I might even get a few laughs.

But, writing? from my own personal experience?
I cannot seem to chose from one subject or one experience, and produce a readable version of the event! I cannot put to paper how I remember it from my head! I don’t know why. I have been diligently trying to figure the answer out behind the scenes for months now, reading, re-reading, drafting, posting; there is no other answer accept that I am afraid of the outcome. I am afraid of how my works appear and how they will be received by all. Most of the time, my writing a real ‘good’ post stems from days of high stress, disorganization, yelling, and taking it all too personally. Especially since taking the Orange Rhino Challenge, LOL I have no way to complete the writing process with yelling anymore! ;) (thankfully!)

This all came about a few months ago. I found myself spending enormous amounts of time on my other website, design and architecture related (past work experience). All of a sudden, I realized I was getting grouchy, longing, and impatient with the kids and immediately thought of how much ‘computer time I was losing’. That’s when it hit me. I wasn’t spending time on the computer for love and enjoyment anymore, it was out of necessity. Something had to give.

After 3 days of no writing at all, missing article deadlines, and some time talking with God; we realized the missing element. My purpose for writing had become (more) self-centered than not. I am already getting too long so I’m not going to explain selfishness, we’re all plagued with it.

“Helping Others”that’s it. That is the missing element. Currently now I have some new plans for my other blog/sites which have shifted their sole purpose into helping others! Yes! Even in the design, architecture, and mommy world. I readdressed the whole helping others and made a firm decision: if my time on the computer wasn’t directed at helping others, I am no longer going to do it. Not to gain likes, followers, blogger awards, (not that I don’t appreciate those;) and recognition.

Here’s how I am not writing for an ‘audience’ anymore. I will be sharing from the depths of my complete honest experiences. If I find inspiration, I will write on it. In that moment. Not after I’ve had an edit opportunity. I will write from fresh from the moment. The intention is to be inspirational, real, honest, but mainly to help others. I will put the new perception into ‘action’ here on j9sopinion.com. I am helping someone great! If not, that’s great too because it is still helping me to remain connected, with my experience regardless.

Long term goal is to look back a while from now, and see the experiences change and the writing strength grow. I will use this post, from the past to not get caught up in numbers again. I will use this post for the off days in writing.

As always, I thank you all for stopping by and sticking around til the end. I look forward to many stories to relate to between us.
The easy way for me to communicate lol: CHECK Out what we’re up to while we’re gone on INSTAGRAM<<Link<< in photos lol.

Many Blessings,
JayNine xoxo (…that’s my pinterest link for all you wanting to see what else goes on in this head lol…)

Challenge the Rhino

Hey There!

Just a quick check in with you all! We have been busy around here, keeping our voices down, fingers working and much kid playtime! I have many photos to share with you all and look forward to sharing them with you.

As you all know I have joined forces with the Vanilla HouseWife in the “The Orange Rhino Challenge“. 365 days to eliminate the yelling and screaming that doesn’t work (anyway) in my parenting. The Orange Rhino Challenge was created by a Mom like any one of us, whom had difficulties in screaming and yelling ‘at’ (creator descriiption on her page*) her children.

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This Challenge was designed to encourage Mom’s/Parents/CareGivers to explore other more healthy options for Parenting without damaging words tones and voice levels. To be held accountable for her commitment she shared it publicly! Another way to collect support, inspiration, and shares from other parents to assist her in her journey; which is now a large on line community where all parents can utilize the strengths and stories of others, to help themselves. There is much information to be had from the ‘Orange Rhino Challenge‘(about), it’s creator, to ‘Take The Challenge‘, the public stories and shares on the Facebook Page for all to use! More links for assistance from page: Revelations, Resources, Alternative Actions, Contact Info

I am on day 1st for the 3rd time, because I have chosen to be hard on myself. Or dedicated. Last night was actually the very first time I actually raised my voice in frustration ‘at’ my child (no where even remotely close to past at all no comparison whatsoever!) However QUICK I was to recover my tone, lower my voice, but the action had already been done, and this is the way I take responsibility for my actions. There has been NOTHING but increased agitation, aggression, confusion and loudness from my 4 year old, since the day I took the Challenge within myself just about 7 days ago. Note to Self: Get a separate Calendar for proper celebrated day counts* (lol)

The reactions from the children whom are now in uprise against the authority all over the house (or the daycares or schools) now, while parents are endevouring on this type of challenge, has worldly increased! Or, is that the voice of my SCREAMING, grip of death lock, my LO has now when I drop her off at daycare? .. Either way, she now has no where to vent her aggression and anger issues, without both of us being held completely accountable for our actions.
(We do have other exploration going on for LO to have a place, space to deal with her aggression)

As scary, difficult and trying this Challenge can FEEL, sound or look; it is by far thee greatest thing that has ever happened to our relationship.

Update: in 6 days I have raised my voice. twice. (Wrong. Yes. I have counted it in my challenge chart) The voices around my home have lowered to a minimum at our best levels. The behaviors have shifted. It’s almost immeasurable the effort it takes, to the comparison of the results. The relationships flourishing, feeling more nourished, and the peace bubbling in my heart has never felt so intense. The children are paying more attention (including the teen? wow;) Their words with me are as great as my words with them. There is more work to be done. The results are beyond rewarding. I have no words to express my gratitude to the Mom that begun this inspirational life altering Challenge.

Get involved Mom. My LO reminds me already, “gentle voices Mom”.
Take The Challenge

JayNine xo

Ps. Stop over and encourage Miss Fanny P and my girl at the Fascinations of a Vanilla Housewife to assist in encouraging us to keep up the heard work this Challenge is for us! Thanks Moms!

Of Awards and Spectacular Days

Award time again!
This time I have to thank my Nominator friend over at ‘The Dissocial Mom’–who’s a real, refreshing, inspiration to myself as an independent parent. This is the second award nomination I have received and Im grateful! but, I’m responding by acknowledging the other nominees rather than myself (and my own). I have decided to re-blog this post for all of my followers to see; so they can in turn find more Mom Bloggers for them to relate to.

All you have to do is follow back to the original post reblogged here, from Dissocial Mom’s Blog, titled ‘Of Awards and Spectacular Days’ take a look, click around on some links, and VOILÁ! A brand new list of deserving, inspirational, parenting blog writer Mom’s (& beyond) for you to follow (without the research ;)
These ladies spend their time sharing with us, their treasured experiences of wine, better days, children, husbands, trials, successes, and roses ;) for us to take comfort in.

Now, GO! Join in giving them a round of applause and have a round (of following) on me!

Stick around for some deeper posts to come from me, here at j9sopinion

Thanks Again for nomination! ENJOY–
JayNine xox

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The Dissocial Mom

Boyohboyohboyohboy! More nominations! How exciting! Now normally I do response posts separate from my Saturday posts, but in the spirit of shaking things up I decided to make today’s post and my response post one in the same. I am just a crazy free spirit like that. Also just to be clear it has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that I couldn’t otherwise think of anything to write about today, that is purely coincidence.

From the lovely mama over at An exhausted mom’s journey to publication I have been nominated for The Very Inspiring Blogger Award! If you have yet to go over and have a visit at her blog, get your butt over there and have a peek!inspiringbloggeraward1

The second nomination comes from Kristy over at the very interesting-to-read blog Family, Friends and Everything in Between for the Bouquet of Three Award(s)! The Best Moment Award, The…

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