Sunday, September 6, 2015

A 2015 Goal Accomplished

I'm so excited and nervous about this goal happening all at once!

I'm moving to WordPress! It was a last minute thing I will admit. Self hosting isn't cheap and we all know I'm the frugal one. Last night I was checking my emails before bed and I stopped at this really great deal backed by a trusty word in the bloggy word and I thought, "why not?" so I took the plunge!

I ran into one problem. Someone snatched up my domain name before I had the chance to. And they aren't even using it, just sitting on it and waiting for me to buy.

Haha, this girl doesn't play those games. I slightly changed the name of the blog and domain name.

With that being said, please be patient and keep checking out my new domain www.budgetmk.com see what I did there? Can't force me to pay more!

Ahem

I will be pretty busy with this, my planner project and the big day in two months!

I'll be keeping everyone posted on Instagram!

A 2015 Goal Accomplished

I'm so excited and nervous about this goal happening all at once!

I'm moving to WordPress! It was a last minute thing I will admit. Self hosting isn't cheap and we all know I'm the frugal one. Last night I was checking my emails before bed and I stopped at this really great deal backed by a trusty word in the bloggy word and I thought, "why not?" so I took the plunge!

I ran into one problem. Someone snatched up my domain name before I had the chance to. And they aren't even using it, just sitting on it and waiting for me to buy.

Haha, this girl doesn't play those games. I slightly changed the name of the blog and domain name.

With that being said, please be patient and keep checking out my new domain www.budgetmk.com see what I did there? Can't force me to pay more!

Ahem

I will be pretty busy with this, my planner project and the big day in two months!

I'll be keeping everyone posted on Instagram!

Saturday, June 20, 2015

Wedding Getting Way Too Close

Okay, yes it's joyful and Yayyyyyy! Only four months to go, but at the same time, I'm still trying to be the peace maker here and my wonderful fiance is hard pressed to find family to come... Not for me, but for him. He can't even find a best man.

The maid of honor has issues with people on the guest list. My Dad may not even be able to come.

I still don't have engagement photos taken, and MOH insists that they be done before invites are sent out. And invites have to be sent out early so we have an idea who is going to bother to show and come up with a backup list of guests.

Anyway there will probably be a lot of wedding rants until November. Except a book review and a coupon giveaway. Things to look forward too. Haha.

Wedding Getting Way Too Close

Okay, yes it's joyful and Yayyyyyy! Only four months to go, but at the same time, I'm still trying to be the peace maker here and my wonderful fiance is hard pressed to find family to come... Not for me, but for him. He can't even find a best man.

The maid of honor has issues with people on the guest list. My Dad may not even be able to come.

I still don't have engagement photos taken, and MOH insists that they be done before invites are sent out. And invites have to be sent out early so we have an idea who is going to bother to show and come up with a backup list of guests.

Anyway there will probably be a lot of wedding rants until November. Except a book review and a coupon giveaway. Things to look forward too. Haha.

Friday, April 17, 2015

Not All Sunshine and Roses

This blog got very close to being shut down. And, not because I've taken a sudden detest for blogging. No, the journey of Mike and Kim, came precariously close to just being the journey of Kim.

There are no words to describe how bad things got. It started with a stumble in our relationship. Something we should have been able to work through. Something we were trying to find our way though.

I was lost. I believe I've mentioned this before, but Mike and I both suffer from mental illness. And in this case that was nearly our undoing... with a little help from those who would rather use not be together.

I was going days without sleep. Weeks without medication. And it just took a tilt and it all came crashing down. My brain shut off. I attempted suicide and landed in the hospital.

When I came through to the other side I realized my engagement ring was gone.

Despair took over.

Members of his family started texting me harassing hate messages. I had to block them for some sanity.

And then I got a text from him. And I realized I wasn't the only miserable one. We texted for a few days. Called for a few days. And then we snuck out for a visit with eachother.

We pieced together what happened (though there is still a lot missing).

We forgave and decided to move on.

I think sometimes in a relationship all you can do if forgive. If forgiveness would have happened at the first we would have never been through the rest.

Forgiveness isn't forgetting. Not by a long shot. Songs trigger memories. People walking down the street trigger memories. But, I choose to have faith in Mike and he is working so hard to show me that faith is not misplaced.

I'm not a relationship expert by a long shot. I'm just sharing from my heart what has been going on. And our story is still going forward.

Not All Sunshine and Roses

This blog got very close to being shut down. And, not because I've taken a sudden detest for blogging. No, the journey of Mike and Kim, came precariously close to just being the journey of Kim.

There are no words to describe how bad things got. It started with a stumble in our relationship. Something we should have been able to work through. Something we were trying to find our way though.

I was lost. I believe I've mentioned this before, but Mike and I both suffer from mental illness. And in this case that was nearly our undoing... with a little help from those who would rather use not be together.

I was going days without sleep. Weeks without medication. And it just took a tilt and it all came crashing down. My brain shut off. I attempted suicide and landed in the hospital.

When I came through to the other side I realized my engagement ring was gone.

Despair took over.

Members of his family started texting me harassing hate messages. I had to block them for some sanity.

And then I got a text from him. And I realized I wasn't the only miserable one. We texted for a few days. Called for a few days. And then we snuck out for a visit with eachother.

We pieced together what happened (though there is still a lot missing).

We forgave and decided to move on.

I think sometimes in a relationship all you can do if forgive. If forgiveness would have happened at the first we would have never been through the rest.

Forgiveness isn't forgetting. Not by a long shot. Songs trigger memories. People walking down the street trigger memories. But, I choose to have faith in Mike and he is working so hard to show me that faith is not misplaced.

I'm not a relationship expert by a long shot. I'm just sharing from my heart what has been going on. And our story is still going forward.

Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Project Kirsten

Ever since I can remember, the American Girl doll catalog came to our house. I would sit for hours looking at the pages, reading the descriptions of each doll, each outfit and each accessory. I wanted to read the books so bad, but it was still too new for our musty old college library to have them. So, one day, my Dad went to the store and bought me a book... Meet Kirsten. Even though I was a very good reader by this time I wanted my mom to read it to me. The emotional moments we shared through that book had a huge effect on me.

I became obsessed with Kirsten. My parents only ever bought me two more of her books. I was not allowed the Christmas book (we didn't celebrate), the school book (I was homeschooled), or the summer book (she had a secret she kept from her parents)!
As time went by I wanted more of Kirsten's world. I started wearing pioneer style clothes. I tried to match each outfit as closely as possible to Kirsten's outfits, and of course... I wanted the doll.


I am the oldest of seven children, and my Dad didn't have steady employment with good wages until after I finished highschool. My mom always tried to creatively speak to our deepest desires and decided if they couldn't buy a Kirsten doll for me, she would make one. She made a rag doll with brown hair like me and even painted a wooden box to look like her trunk. I was a little disappointed, but I played with what I had. I made her stuff and took her to church with me and tried to play with her with all the girls that actually had American Girl dolls.

This went on for a couple of years until a cold and raining day that had all seven of us kids cooped up in our one bedroom trailer. We were antsy, my poor mom was frazzled... and then here comes the UPS guy, with a box. A box address to me!
My mom and siblings hovered around me, curious what had come. I opened it up and there was a real Kirsten doll! She came with a hardback book and and all the accessories. I was floored. No one knew where she had come from!

I played happily with my Kirsten doll for many years. I made her as many clothes as I could and collected miniature stuff for her from yard sales and thrift stores for her. All the while I was happily playing with her, I always wondered where she came from.

The day came, as it does for all of us, to grow up. My day of growing up happened when I chose to go into the Air Force. My best friend invited me over to say farewell and while we were hanging out her mom took me aside and told me that she had wanted to wait till I turned 18, but since I was leaving for the AF before then she figured it would be okay to tell me early that she was the one to get me my Kirsten doll. Even her own daughter was surprised!

So the years passed and a had a daughter of my own. When we were going through some tough and turbulent times my only way reach out and show my love for her was to pass on my Kirsten doll. For all the memories where we celebrated her birthday with tea parties, and bought modern clothes for her and read her stories (all of them). 

She treasured her for years as she lived with my younger brother. Kirsten was her grounding point. Her reminder of her Mom's love for her.
Then some more heartache happened and she ended up moving. And my brother lived alone in the house for a year.

When my sister started preparing to move in with my brother... She found Kirsten, in the closet with her leg ripped off and her hair cut. But, she glued the leg back on and combed her hair to hide the cut hair. And she brought my Kirsten doll back to me. She doesn't have any of her clothes or accessories. Right now she is wearing an infant boy outfit my sister decided she didn't want for her soon born boy.

So, I have some work cut out for me. I need to clean her, fix her leg for real and replace her wig. She won't be worth as much as a collectors item. But, my Kirsten doll was never meant to be a collectors item. She was meant to be loved. And I intend to give her that.


Stay tuned for for more: Project Kirsten

Note For Readers: Please do not use the comment section to ask for further details about my daughter and this hard times that we have gone through. It is a story I don't feel comfortable sharing at this time. 


Me at five. A special bonus picture for you! Haha!
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