tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7125598346420134752024-02-20T08:38:07.673-08:00The Fabulous Life of the Married YoungI have come to the conclusion that my life is just too absolutely fabulous to keep it to myself. I feel the need to share my burdens, big wins and blessings with the world around me. That world happens to be conveniently located online. Fabulous!Tasha Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00544799168284073912noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712559834642013475.post-43899583887938683532013-01-10T21:09:00.001-08:002013-01-10T21:09:47.140-08:00Fabulous Power Cords<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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For whatever reason, HP laptop power cords hate me. When the first one died on me, I changed my computer habits as to be easier on my new cord. Fat lot of good that did me! The new cord died on me within the year. Thankfully, the cord had a one year warranty. My tech savvy hubby got on HP’s site and started the process to get me a new cord. After a time he admitted defeat. Calling HP proved to be just as difficult, however. HP claimed that their warranty was only 90 days and we would not be receiving a replacement. Well, we happened to order the cord through NewEgg.com (something the Hubby and I highly recommend) and they guarantee the information on their site. They assigned us a case number and advocate. Eventually we will receive a new cord.
In the mean time I have no computer and therefore spend my time in the Hubby’s office goofing around and bugging him. Sitting on his couch, I look to my right and see his laptop. “Where is your laptop power cord?” I exclaim! “Is it compatible with mine?” The Hubby looks at me lovingly and answers, “Do you really think that if I had a compatible power cord I would not have given it to you?” *sigh* I know he would … I just got excited… it’s been days (3) since I used my computer!
Two days later, I hear the Hubby calling. “I am so sorry” from down the hall. He turns the corner holding a functional cord. While looking for something for himself, he found his old cord. I could have been on the comp this whole time! I am not even the slightest bit upset at the Hubby. I can check Facebook again! Fabulous!
Tasha Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00544799168284073912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712559834642013475.post-89295357133159701742011-08-30T18:57:00.000-07:002011-08-30T18:57:22.067-07:00Fabulous ½ Marathon Training<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BsISMotVYyQ/Tl2UvRfbmJI/AAAAAAAAAHM/WFD4k3rL7z4/s1600/xexercise.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="236" width="342" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BsISMotVYyQ/Tl2UvRfbmJI/AAAAAAAAAHM/WFD4k3rL7z4/s400/xexercise.jpg" /></a></div>I started this year with a major accomplishment – I completed my first ½ marathon. That is 13.1 miles people! This feat was done in 2:43:26. My goal was to finish in 2:30:00. However, I did not stick to the training schedule. To be completely honest, towards the end I was only running once a week. Mondays we were running as a group and I tried not to miss those (key word = tried). It is said that when you challenge yourself you learn about yourself. Well, I learned that even when I am a lazy, half-committed runner, I can do 13.1 <br />
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miles in less than three hours. Fabulous!Tasha Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00544799168284073912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712559834642013475.post-82935848378697311932011-08-25T19:21:00.000-07:002011-08-25T19:25:38.406-07:00Fabulous Carpet FiascoWhen the Hubby and I bought our home we knew that the carpet would need to be replaced eventually but that it was good enough for now. What we didn’t know was about three weeks later we would have two puppies that would change the status of the carpet from “good enough for now” to “AHHHH! We NEED new carpet!”
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<br />It so happened that the In-laws had a nice sized roll of new carpet in their attic that they were more than willing to part with. We discovered this piece of happy news while assisting in the cleaning of their garage and attic.
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<br />“Fabulous!” we thought. We will only have to buy carpet glue and padding. That’s good! We arrive at Home Depot (after enlisting the help of my Dad and Brother) to buy the carpet padding. While we know exactly how much padding we need, we have to buy the whole roll (twice as much as we need) at $0.30 a square foot, stretching our budget. That’s bad! We suck it up, buy the padding, and head home. At home the old, nasty carpet comes out with great ease, as does the old nasty carpet padding. That’s good! We roll out the carpet from the In-laws and discover that the nice sized roll of carpet is less than half of what we need. We have twice the padding and half the carpet that we need for the living room. That’s bad! We already ripped out the old stuff, threw it away and now have carpet tack sticking up everywhere. Although the Hubby is not happy about it, we have to buy carpet NOW! We return to Home Depot to price carpet. Finding a color we agree on at a price that is not ridiculous we order our carpet. That’s good. It takes two weeks to get delivered. That’s bad. In that two week time period the Hubby has to have a very sensitive procedure done. So the house is a mess, the Hubby is in recovery, and the carpet is on its way. Well, the carpet on its way is good, I guess. Carpet arrives. Carpet installation takes special tools, special tools that a friend of Dad owns, so we thought. Back to Home Depot to rent tools. Budget? What Budget? *Sigh* that’s bad. Brother installs carpet. It looks and feels amazing. And that is Fabulous!
<br />Tasha Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00544799168284073912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712559834642013475.post-3023680528465303672011-03-07T17:03:00.000-08:002011-03-07T17:09:00.550-08:00Fabulous Finds<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2eyDflHDdlg/TXWBaaLfiBI/AAAAAAAAADs/T5_cyNunK0Y/s1600/shoeblog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2eyDflHDdlg/TXWBaaLfiBI/AAAAAAAAADs/T5_cyNunK0Y/s400/shoeblog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581509603899705362" /></a><br />While looking online for the location of Redesign by Goodwill, I saw on the events calendar that Thursdays are dollar days. Now, whether or not it is like the 50% off Saturdays, where EVERYTHING is 50% off, I know not. Worth finding out? YES! Unfortunately it was only the green tag and 32 week items that were a dollar. But all was not lost. I got a $45 pair of shiny black, brand new, flats for $6. Three days later the dogs had a shiny black, brand new, doggie snack. Fabulous!<br /><br />Anyway, I found the location for Redesign by Goodwill and the hubby and I decided to go check it out. We are not above buying furniture from Goodwill; especially if the pieces are higher end, like Redesign claims. After driving FOR-EV-ER, passing several Goodwill stores, we arrived at the semi-rundown building. So far, unimpressed. After walking around the store, evaluating quality of pieces and comparing prices, still not impressed. Quality low, even by Goodwill standards. Prices high, especially considering quality. Fortunately I had already researched the particular piece I wanted (a futon) and knew the retail price. A trip to a clean, well lit, conveniently located Target later and the Hubby has seating for his man cave. Fabulous.Tasha Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00544799168284073912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712559834642013475.post-84990948700655629432011-02-18T22:13:00.000-08:002011-02-18T22:14:54.383-08:00Mor (Fabulous) Furniture for LessAfter a very disappointing Friday, the Hubby and I deserved our fabulous Saturday morning. We slept in late enough to enjoy and not so late to feel bad about ourselves. When we woke we went to Lamar’s doughnuts (NE side of I-17 and Bell. They are the best!) and then drove to the Paradise Valley Area. There, we stopped by a Starbucks and headed into Half Priced Books. Coffee and books = dream date. On our way home we saw a small Farmers Market in a park. We pulled over and walked through the park and around the Farmer’s Market. As we walked I started talking about how truly disappointed I was with the experiences of Friday (see post: (not so) Fabulous Sales Woman). The Hubby agreed that it was a disappointing experience. He also agreed to check out The Room Store. Neither of us had been there and I thought there was one on Bell Rd. <br /><br />In trying to find The Room Store we spotted a Mor Furniture for Less. Close enough! Walking in we were greeted by a sales associate who offered his help. When we declined, he stepped away indicating where he would be should we need him. As we made our way around the store, looking lost, the same sales associate asked if he could help us locate anything. I told him we were looking for couches, preferably a sectional. He helped us locate a few and then left us alone. As we turned the corner to go in the direction indicate, we see it. IT! The Dream Couch! The SAME EXACT couch from Pruitt’s! <br /><br />The couch is priced the same as Pruitt’s had it priced. However, Mor was offering 5% off their entire stock (Super Sunday Sale). The Associate noticed that we had been admiring the couch for some time and asked if we had any questions. He began to explain Mor’s financing options. I cut him off and explained that we would pay cash. His response, “In that case Mor will take care of the sale’s tax!” Excellent! “What do you charge for delivery?” I inquired. “$90 delivery fee and deliveries are made between 4pm and midnight.” <br /><br />Did he just say what I think he said? I could have the Dream Couch in my home TONIGHT?<br /><br />Currently, I have a beautiful, chocolate brown (same color as the furbabies), down feather cushion, sectional in my living room. Fabulous!Tasha Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00544799168284073912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712559834642013475.post-83740541081485220452011-02-07T19:51:00.000-08:002011-02-07T19:57:08.291-08:00(not so) Fabulous Sales Woman<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6a4ZszTcfSw/TVC-XF3IXnI/AAAAAAAAAC8/aEk58jrGUek/s1600/livingroom.png"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6a4ZszTcfSw/TVC-XF3IXnI/AAAAAAAAAC8/aEk58jrGUek/s400/livingroom.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571162042976984690" /></a> New couches have been on our home’s “wish list” since the beginning. Other home improvements, however, were more important than comfy new couches. Well those couches have made their way to the top of the list. Took almost two years, but they made it! Remembering paint shopping, I would be a liar if I didn’t say I had some hesitation about furniture shopping. Furniture, after all, is more expensive than a gallon of paint. What if we have different ideas about what we want… or like the same piece but want different materials… <br /><br />Talking to a respected aunt made me think that Pruitt’s would be a good place to make a furniture purchase. Having dealt with their customer service about a return, she still recommended them. Customer service is a very important feature when making a large purchase, so I was happy to hear they worked with her and were so responsive. The Hubby agreed.<br /><br />After looking at weekly ads and discussing a budget, we headed to the nearest Pruitt’s (which is not very near… but their slogan states, “worth the drive”). We were not immediately greeted by a sales rep and that’s fine with us! We were able to look around un-assaulted. Near the middle of the store the Hubby and I spot an absolutely gorgeous sectional. We both fall in love with it. Fabulous! It is out of our price range. Not so fabulous. Eventually a sales rep asks if we need assistance. I explain that if money were not a consideration we would be ordering the sectional, however money must be considered. At this point she begins the financing pitch. The Hubby’s response, “I will finance a house, I will finance an education, but I will NOT finance a couch! We’ll pay cash.” He’s so smart!<br /><br />I would like to take this time to state, I know how to talk to my husband. I know what works. I know what doesn’t. As any of you who have met him would imagine, “pulling at the heart strings” doesn’t work. You have to appeal to reason. And you can not under any circumstance make him feel disrespected. <br /><br />Long story short the sales rep will not leave us alone at this point. We can’t shake her off. As we are standing in front of the dream couch, the lady plops herself down and lets out a sigh that makes me cringe. The Hubby and I turn and look at her. She says, “You know Sir, that you are going to get that couch. I don’t understand why you don’t just give up and start the paperwork.” … … … In my head I say, “YOU STUPID STUPID WOMAN! YOU HAVE JUST RUINED EVERYTHING!!!!” Out loud, I look at her and say, “That is the worst possible thing you could have said.” And I begin to walk toward the door. After all, I know my Husband and I know she just lost a sale. The Hubby looks at her and says, “Way to undermine my free will.” And he follows me out of the store. Fabulous…Tasha Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00544799168284073912noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712559834642013475.post-39958530557485481262010-12-27T17:07:00.000-08:002010-12-27T17:08:17.168-08:00Fabulous SchedulesSometime in early November…<br /><br />Me: Hey Hubby, I have next Thursday off for Veterans Day. I could take Friday off too. What do you think?<br />Hubby: I have to work both days, so whatever.<br /><br />Thursday – Veterans day – lunch time<br /><br />Hubby: Hey, I looked and Friday isn’t waitlisted so I could take the day off with you.<br />Me: I didn’t take it off. I figured since you were working I would just save my vacation time. <br />Hubby: Oh, okay.<br /><br />Later that same day…<br /><br />Hubby: I took tomorrow off anyway.<br /><br />FabulousTasha Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00544799168284073912noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712559834642013475.post-69131208082781784862010-09-23T06:15:00.000-07:002010-09-23T06:24:13.391-07:00Fabulous Compromises<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6a4ZszTcfSw/TJtU5gRnsNI/AAAAAAAAACs/4h343gi7dMg/s1600/painting.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6a4ZszTcfSw/TJtU5gRnsNI/AAAAAAAAACs/4h343gi7dMg/s320/painting.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520099115165790418" /></a> I love going to the hardware store. Maybe it is because I went so many times as a little girl and it was always a pleasant experience that usually ended with going home and doing a project as a family. Maybe it is because the smell of wood reminds me of my dad. Maybe it is the abundance of beautiful flowers that make me feel like I am so totally NOT in a desert. Who knows! The hubby hates the hardware store. Whether it is the past bad experiences from his childhood, the price of all the items, or the lack of knowledge concerning the various tools I know not. As you can imagine, trips to the hardware store are no longer as pleasant as they once were. Enter behr.com or glidden.com. Both offer a virtual room painted in colors of your choice (much more variety than The Sims). The result is a friend and I going to the hardware store after the Hubby, sitting in the comfort of his own home, picks the colors he would like his “man cave” to be. Ah, Saturday trips to the hardware store with friends. Fabulous!Tasha Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00544799168284073912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712559834642013475.post-40693509149533212262010-09-22T06:09:00.000-07:002010-09-22T06:10:40.506-07:00Fabulous MomentsHave you ever been too excited for the phone? I have. I received an unexpected call from a friend who had some very good news. After she shared her very exciting news, I was overcome with joy and the phone just wasn’t BIG enough for me to convey my excitement. Sometimes you just want to grab the person, give them a HUGE hug and maybe even cry a little. But sometimes that person in on the beach in California with her new fiance, enjoying the sand in her toes, the surf on her face, the diamond on her finger and the love of her life by her side. Fabulous!Tasha Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00544799168284073912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712559834642013475.post-80950384339592321232010-09-21T06:17:00.001-07:002010-09-21T06:18:28.421-07:00Fabulous Outdoors<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6a4ZszTcfSw/TJiwlZ0YMyI/AAAAAAAAACk/TeKThyZOwBw/s1600/camping.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6a4ZszTcfSw/TJiwlZ0YMyI/AAAAAAAAACk/TeKThyZOwBw/s320/camping.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519355499974767394" /></a> This summer my family experienced the Best Camping Trip EVER! I say “my family” because while I was there with them, it was NOT my best camping experience. I was super excited for this trip. I had waited a whole year to revisit the splendor that is Strawberry, AZ. After researching online, the hubby and I bought our first tent (from Target, Wal-Mart doesn’t honor the price listed online). Through a very long chain of emails, Mom, Sister and I put together a menu. Later, Sister, Hubby and I went on a tense shopping spree at the more-than-you-could-ever-need store for food and supplies. My very intelligent Hubby thought it a bad idea to bring our furbabies camping. But as I had already made sure the tent could fit a kennel for them to sleep in and bought the 50 feet of rope each to secure them to a tree, I felt they should join us. After all, if they were fur-less-babies we would bring them, right? (Not to mention we didn’t have any trust worthy furbabysitters.) After driving two and a half hours to the campsite, I was able to enjoy the perfect weather (for about five minutes). Just as we were finishing set-up of the last tent, it began to rain. The rain soon ended and the forest was left feeling refreshed and alive. The furbabies were left feeling “alive” as well, unfortunately! Apparently 50 feet is not enough room for our dogs. If we were near them they complained; if we were away from them they complained; if we let them run wild and free the Hubby was an anxious mess. There was no solution. The next day an Aunt drove up and took us all to Fossil Creek, nearby. Absolutely beautiful water scenes. The furbabies have differing opinions of water. Penny LOVES the water, like any normal chocolate lab. Rita HATES that water, what a freak, right? So I held Penny back from jumping in and having a good time while the Hubby tried to console Rita and assure her that my Sister was not drowning and there was no need to for her barking concern. Miserable! The Hubby finally took both girls and sat in the car. Well I couldn’t enjoy myself knowing that the Hubby (who didn’t want to bring the furbabies in the first place) was sitting in a hot van with barking girls. When we arrived back at camp we had wonderful family friends join us. I also had a massive migraine join me. The hubby and I decided that it was not worth it to stay another night. So we, uhem, I (with the migraine) drove home early. Fabulous!<br /><br />(DOGS RUIN EVERYTHING!!)Tasha Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00544799168284073912noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712559834642013475.post-37549897638668098122010-09-20T06:08:00.000-07:002010-09-20T06:10:55.093-07:00Fabulously WeirdThe hubby and I have been together for over five years now and just went to our first concert together. We do not share a love of Rush, Dream Theater, Lady Gaga or Pink. We do share a love of the Beatles, that's about it. Considering their situation, I don't think we will be seeing them live any time soon. So who did we go see? Weird Al at Celebrity Theatre. Very tiny venue with a rotating stage mean not a bad seat in the house! Alfred Matthew Yankovic, the three time Grammy Award winner, puts on one heck of a show! <br /><br />Before the show the hubby and I enjoyed an amazing dinner at Humble Pie (thank you Lori for introducing me to their phenomenal French fries!). In short, my night was Fabulous!Tasha Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00544799168284073912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712559834642013475.post-65600855918932558022010-09-17T08:32:00.000-07:002010-09-17T08:37:23.227-07:00Fabulous Sneak Peeks!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6a4ZszTcfSw/TJOK_9O6OPI/AAAAAAAAACc/aFhUudGssRk/s1600/Gamers.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 175px; height: 175px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6a4ZszTcfSw/TJOK_9O6OPI/AAAAAAAAACc/aFhUudGssRk/s320/Gamers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517906799832479986" /></a> Oh how many hours I have spent playing The Sims! Creating layouts of my dream home. Rearranging the furniture. Choosing the colors on the walls. Picking out and caring for the landscaping. What a waste to guide a virtual person through virtual career development and virtual relationship building while sitting in my home on my computer alone. A much better use of my time would include advancing my own actual career and building actual relationships. I have learned this lesson and instructed the hubby to NOT fix the issues my computer is having with running this game. Before, however, my computer starting having an issue with the virtual world I spent so much time in, I was able to put the game to some very real use. Using The Sims to create the layout of your home and then rearranging the furniture in that home to convince your husband that a red kitchen is a good idea, Fabulous!Tasha Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00544799168284073912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712559834642013475.post-7517990516851216432010-08-11T06:33:00.000-07:002010-08-11T06:34:55.358-07:00Just Fabulous!Saturday night the hubby and I took our furbabies to the dog park. We hadn't been there in a while and our furbabies were getting bored (and therefore destructive) at home. I love taking them to the dog park. All of the crazy people, I mean dog lovers, there praise our girls shiny coats, well toned bodies and white teeth. There are amny who admire our labs. We are told every other time we go that, "if one of them ever has a litter"... we would have NO trouble finding homes for those puppies. Going to the dog parks makes me love my furbabies slightly more, until we go home and they eat my shoes. Then I hate them all over again...<br /> <br />When we arrived at the dog park we noticed that they had done some remodeling. The park now winds around the baseball field and is all grass instead of a grass patch in the middle of a dirt field. Also, the shade from the surrounding trees now falls in the area where we stand around. The weather was very nice and would have had a very pleasant time, had I not been in A DOG PARK!<br /> <br />Now, I have already established how I feel about dogs. So this should surprise no one. I am in a fenced area, surrounded by dogs. These dogs can not sence that I don't like them. A bichon is VERY happy to see me. I don't want to be rude, so I pet... him? I step in poo and a great dane decides I am his new best friend. I am use to my dogs nugging me for attention. My dogs are strong and can remove my hand from a computer mouse to pet them, however unwilling I am to part with said mouse. If my dogs are strong, that dane was the hulk. There was NO saying NO! When a dogs head is bigger than your own and comes up to your chest, you don't argue.<br /> <br />So while we were there, I pet MANY different dogs. All of a sudden my hands start to itch. Then they start to itch bad. Then they start to swell. Maybe I am developing an allergy to dogs... Fabulous!Tasha Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00544799168284073912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712559834642013475.post-76374163532216836062010-08-10T06:27:00.000-07:002010-08-10T06:33:40.905-07:00Fabulous Happiness<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6a4ZszTcfSw/TGFUFjaiLuI/AAAAAAAAACM/sGZVrLHVdPc/s1600/bride.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6a4ZszTcfSw/TGFUFjaiLuI/AAAAAAAAACM/sGZVrLHVdPc/s320/bride.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503772674006068962" /></a> I came across this <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2010/03/30/opinion/30brooks.html?_r=1">article </a>while reading one of my favorite blogs (www.pink of perfection.com).<br /> <br />I will admit that I started reading this blog due to it's name. But since starting, I can not stop.<br /> <br />Anyway, this article was very interesting to me. I am now even more excited and energized to host a Sunday night, small group Bible study in my home. I am also deeply saddened that I don't know my neighbors better than I do.<br /> <br />The article left me wondering, what is the dollar amount assigned to the happiness that children add to our lives? If anyone knows that answer, please share!<br /> <br />"...being married produces a psychic gain equivalent to more than $100,000 a year." Fabulous!Tasha Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00544799168284073912noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712559834642013475.post-67905323170845782772010-08-06T06:13:00.000-07:002010-08-06T06:14:23.463-07:00Fabulous Finds!The hubby was busy paying attention to one of his many hobbies. I was trying to cope with the lack of attention I was receiving. One of my favorite ways to pass time is to organize and clean. This time I choose to tackle my make-up closet, also known as the back bathroom. Our back bathroom is not fully functional so I have Frankenstein-ed it to fit my storage needs. The hubby rarely enters this very feminine room. Anyway, as I was cleaning and organizing my "woman cave" I found 2 compacts each containing 3 eye colors that I had no idea I had. Fabulous!Tasha Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00544799168284073912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712559834642013475.post-29750880712614017992010-08-05T07:39:00.000-07:002010-08-05T07:40:45.650-07:00Fabulous Attention<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6a4ZszTcfSw/TFrNVPn79DI/AAAAAAAAACE/xW3MAwnt0W4/s1600/good+wife.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 208px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6a4ZszTcfSw/TFrNVPn79DI/AAAAAAAAACE/xW3MAwnt0W4/s320/good+wife.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501935659641467954" /></a> I am a relational creature. I am also an attention whore. When my hubby is home his attention should be on me! This is not reasonable, or healthy. He has many hobbies and interests and if I want to be a loving, understanding wife I must give him time to give those hobbies and interests attention. Also, this way the time and attention I get is more precious, meaningful and Fabulous!Tasha Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00544799168284073912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712559834642013475.post-83080903830051791752010-07-29T06:09:00.000-07:002010-07-29T06:11:09.358-07:00Fabulous Friendship!The focus of Women’s Bible Study Sunday morning was friendship. Sisters were commonly stated as the women’s best friend. And although my sister and I were not friends until fairly recently, I had to agree. My sister is indeed my best friend. I am not sure when this happened exactly. For most of her life I was a very selfish person and therefore oblivious to her needs or feelings. When she was nearing the end of her high school career, and we had both matured a great deal, we became friends. If this pattern continues, in 7 years, when my other sister is nearing the end of her high school career, she and I may be best friends too. Releasing selfishness and focusing on others every once in a while is fabulously rewarding.Tasha Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00544799168284073912noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712559834642013475.post-62686836605166817632010-07-27T06:02:00.001-07:002010-07-27T06:03:58.857-07:00Fabulous Desserts!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6a4ZszTcfSw/TE7ZBb-m5BI/AAAAAAAAAB8/nAexLx1Tzo8/s1600/Stressed.bmp"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6a4ZszTcfSw/TE7ZBb-m5BI/AAAAAAAAAB8/nAexLx1Tzo8/s320/Stressed.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498570813779403794" /></a> The hubby and I were discussing stress the other day on our way home from the grocery store. We came to the conclusion that I have absolutely nothing to worry or stress about. First of all, and most importantly, the Lord’s got it all under control. As long as I am doing my best to live in His will and not my own, I am good! Now if we could all just accept that wholly and completely, there would be no stress anywhere for anyone. But that’s just not the case. We as women (or men, I don’t not know who my readers may be) worry about money, family, jobs, church, friends, shopping, bills, weight, health, image, marriages, social events, etc. Why? Can we all agree here and now to think on things that are worth our time, things that are more, Fabulous?Tasha Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00544799168284073912noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712559834642013475.post-59933784798931603232010-07-26T06:05:00.000-07:002010-07-26T06:06:05.092-07:00Fabulous Quality TimeThe hubby and I now have a new activity to do together, play video games. Playing video games isn't "new" to either one of us. However, we have had quite a time finding one we could both enjoy. The biggest problem we have faced is the fact that I am really a very poor video game player. Who wants to play a game when they KNOW they are going to lose EVERY time. Throwing a game now and then doesn't help the situation. I am so bad that I KNOW when he lets me win. Well, that has all come to an end. Super Mario Galaxy 2 has a special feature that allows for two player to cooperate. I am told this is a two player co-op... whatever. All I know is that I get to be the little pinkish star that AUTOMATICALLY moves around and follows Mario (the Hubby). I help by using the Wii-mote to click on coins (the pinkish star then AUTOMATICALLY collects them), click on enemies (the pinkish star then AUTOMATICALLY pins them down so Mario can kill them), and best of all I can to nothing to HURT Mario! I can join in the middle of the game. I can quit in the middle of the game. Both of which have no consequence on game play. Fabulous!Tasha Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00544799168284073912noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712559834642013475.post-5616952398059927932010-07-22T06:17:00.000-07:002010-07-22T06:19:54.401-07:00Fabulous Coupons<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6a4ZszTcfSw/TEhFWdgiT7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/AYtRkvjE7gM/s1600/Shopping.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6a4ZszTcfSw/TEhFWdgiT7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/AYtRkvjE7gM/s320/Shopping.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496719597386223538" /></a> We received a flyer in the mail advertising the Sunday + Wednesday paper both for only $1 a week for the first 13 weeks. As the hubby and I do not have TV, I was very interested in getting the paper to stay up to date in current events. It was only an added bonus that the Sunday paper would also be full of coupons! The hubby and I agreed to subscribe. During one of the best Sundays I have enjoyed in a while, I made my grocery list and went through the coupons. Afternoon well spent? You tell me. I saved over $48. Fabulous!Tasha Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00544799168284073912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712559834642013475.post-14970961307385278492010-07-21T06:35:00.000-07:002010-07-21T06:36:06.266-07:00Fabulous Sunday morningWoke-up on time for church. There was nothing to eat in the house. The hubby took me to Einstein’s Bro. Bagels. They toast and butter your bagel for you! Fabulous. I also got a caramel-something coffee which I dare say was better than Dunkin’s version. Got to church and put together communion. Service was good, women’s class was great. Came home and got chores done, read through the paper, gathered coupons. Got super excited at the Target ad. Buy two Wii games get a $20 gift card! And the hubby’s shirts were on sale for $10 each. Get to Target and find a picnic basket and blanket (which I had just, the day before, been telling the hubby I wanted) 75% off, making the set $8! Leave Target with no perishables and decide we would really like lunch. What do I spot across the parking lot? CHIPOTLE! (The hubby’s favorite eatery) Eat lunch, go home. Continue chores including grocery shopping and more laundry. Wait till night fall and go to my parents with a friend to roast marshmallows and eat s’mores! Aren’t days that are blessed by God just Fabulous?Tasha Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00544799168284073912noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712559834642013475.post-56815349760572831962010-07-20T06:27:00.000-07:002010-07-20T06:31:20.526-07:00Fabulous Laundry<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6a4ZszTcfSw/TEWk9STgPUI/AAAAAAAAABs/VPWGqUOZMok/s1600/Laundry.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6a4ZszTcfSw/TEWk9STgPUI/AAAAAAAAABs/VPWGqUOZMok/s320/Laundry.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495980293068176706" /></a> After several trips to my parent's washing machine and one trip to the laundry mat that nearly ended in divorce, the hubby and I agreed that it was time to invest in a washing machine. Fabulous! The hubby expressed that he felt we could continue to line dry clothing and therefore did not need to invest in a dyer just yet.<br /> <br />Some Background: My hubby wears black clothing and only black clothing. He does have white socks. Shoes, belts, shirts (with Beatles and Ghostbusters designs), ties and pants are all black. His one pair of workout shorts are black. His swim shorts are black (with a Pac-man design). Black clothing fades quickly, leaving him wearing several different shades of black. He is aware of this issue and concerned about the quality of his clothing. He is unwilling to make the change to colorful clothing.<br /> <br />I was very excited about the new washing machine that was installed in my previously vacant laundry room. This washing machine meant no more packing dirty clothing into my car, no more laundry trips to my parents, and most importantly NO MORE trips to the laundry mat! After experiencing, for about a month, the joy of owning our very own washing machine, the hubby began to notice how many clothing items we were having to replace. This was due to dogs taking the laundry off the line, and enjoying a snack, I explained. The hubby also noticed how crisp his clothing was. This was due to lack of fabric softener, I explained. The third thing he noticed was how quickly his black clothing was fading. This was due to the the extended exposure to direct sunlight, I explained.<br /> <br />It was time to invest in a dryer, he explained. Fabulous!Tasha Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00544799168284073912noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712559834642013475.post-51677128034463243532010-07-19T06:16:00.000-07:002010-07-19T06:21:39.470-07:00Fabulous Silver LiningWhen tight-leash walking a very large muscular furbaby downhill, that furbaby will pull you downhill. This can result in twisted ankles, scrapes and scratches and sore hands. When tight-leash walking a very large muscular furbaby up-hill, that furbaby will pull you up-hill. This can result in a much less strenuous, much more enjoyable hike. Fabulous.Tasha Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00544799168284073912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712559834642013475.post-64596424691843830382010-07-16T07:46:00.000-07:002010-07-16T07:51:21.491-07:00Fabulous Allergies<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6a4ZszTcfSw/TEBxrAGH71I/AAAAAAAAABk/sa7WTO2okpk/s1600/dishes.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 316px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6a4ZszTcfSw/TEBxrAGH71I/AAAAAAAAABk/sa7WTO2okpk/s320/dishes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494516528966004562" /></a> Most people would not celebrate having an allergy. Most people are not allergic to dish soap, Dawn dish soap specifically. When I do dishes my forearms break-out in a red, itchy rash. I can not switch to another brand because Dawn dish soap truly works better than any other dish soap I have tried. It doesn't smell the nicest, and it is not easy on the hands, but it cleans dishes. In my opinion that is the most important quality in a dish soap! The solution to this problem is simple. There are two choices. 1) Someone else has to do the dishes or 2) we buy a dishwasher. I would prefer the second choice as it would allow me more time to spend with my hubby. But the alone time that I have while he does the dishes is also, Fabulous!Tasha Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00544799168284073912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712559834642013475.post-56412771486365395122010-07-15T05:57:00.000-07:002010-07-15T06:02:53.210-07:00Fabulous SurpriseThere was a Breakfast Jack left on my keyboard for me this am. The person who left it had no idea I had woken up late and had a less than fabulous morning. They also didn't know that I don't eat egg or pork product. Thank you anyway, random Breakfast Jack giver for putting a little more "fabulous" in my day!Tasha Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00544799168284073912noreply@blogger.com0