Must or Bust: The Easiest Way to Hang a Picture

Hello!

I'm slowly starting to get back in the swing of things. . . slowly. We've had a few home-related hiccups this past week that kinda make me want to pull out tufts of hair, but all is well. This little fella was definitely NOT a hiccup, however. It was nothing short of a miracle.



The Easiest Way To Hang A Picture: MUST



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Seriously, you guys. I tried this trick found over at "I Heart Nap Time" HERE and fell in love. I am horrible at measuring anything {much to my amazingly accurate husband's chagrin} but I'm particularly horrible at measuring on the walls. This tape concept makes it much easier for me to "measure" the distance between holes, as well as make sure the holes are straight and centered.

Genius, I say. Pure genius.

Brace yourself for my absolutely awe-inspiring phone pictures.






Voila.

I also found it helpful for those pictures that don't have two holes. I just mark the center and use the tape to help me make sure the nail ends up right where I want it. Make sense?

 

It's all very scientific.

{ahem}

Or not. But it makes hanging pictures a breeze. So, go on, try it. Words of advice: make sure you use tape that won't stick to your paint {i.e. painter's tape}. Also, when you decide to hang your pictures, don't be a dummy like me and hang them only to realize that once you get curtains, you'll have to move them.

My brainpower truly amazes me sometimes.

:)

 

Hannah's Memoir: 17 months

Mom told me to wait until I was 18 months to write another post, but I just can't wait. Patience isn't my strong suit, after all.

I'm beginning to look and act like a little girl more every day. Goodbye, baby; Hello, little lady! I love it! Mom keeps looking at me and then exclaiming, "Stop growing! When did you get so big?" I have no idea what she's talking about. I'm just getting started, silly woman! :)

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I have absolutely no qualms with walking these days. Racing around on my knees can't get me to all the places I need to go fast enough, so I've conceded that mom and dad were right all along-- walking is the way to go.  I try running, but I'm still not quite stable enough to do it for long before face planting it. I always seem to wait to biff it until I'm on a hard surface, too. That's just how I roll.  

I'm getting better at playing along when mom sings "Patty Cake'. I even try to sing along sometimes. It doesn't sound too great, but everybody keeps tells me that I do a good job. I guess I'm a natural-born entertainer! I should be able to sign some contract deals anytime now. Get ready for "Patty Cake" like you've never heard it before!

I've got an obsession with walking around with things in my mouth. . . just for fun.



Don't judge.

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My first word besides "Mama" and "Dada" is. . .

. . .wait for it. . .

SHOE.

Ma and Pa hope this obsession of mine curbs before I get a hold of their credit cards. They can dream. I love shoes so much that I've even been known to carry around my parent's shoes and relocate them throughout the house. I'm sure they really appreciate playing hide-and-go-seek with their footwear.




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I'm a professional toilet paper roll terrorizer. . .




And I might as well be in a rock-n-roll band because I can head bang, give high-fives and "knuckles/bones", and now I even have purple painted toe nails.. What else do you need?



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I've been diligently learning to feed myself with a spoon but I'm not very accurate. How do you people do it?! Little hands, little spoon, little mouth, and slippery food. It's a recipe for disaster if I've ever heard one.



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I copy everything and anything I can. So far in my repertoire is: trying to comb my hair with a new sponge brush I found:




. . . and pretending to talk and text on anyone's phone. Or remote. I'm not picky. Mom says it's hilarious to watch my itty-bitty thumbs punching the screen like I'm typing a message. She laughs now. Wait until I'm on their phone plan. She won't think it's so funny then, I'll betcha!

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The second word that I really like to say is: ROOM! I think it's probably because my Pop is a car guy, but I've also been known to shout it when someone gives me "knuckles/bones". I mean, come on. "Boom" and "Room" are too close together.

Speaking of car guys, we all went to a car show in Moab a little bit ago. I had a ton of fun playing with my new bestest friend, Brooklyn, but the highlight of the adventure was probably cruising around on dad's back:





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I just love life. Isn't it the greatest?!?! Now I'd better wrap this up before mom figures out I highjacked her laptop.

Shhh. . . don't tattle on me!


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{to see my previous memoirs, click HERE}

Must or Bust: Homemade Cream of Chicken Soup

I'll be honest with you.

This is probably going to be one of the most boring Must or Busts ever. I'm sorry. I would do a little song and dance to make it more lively, but I fear that will only make you run away faster. So I'll keep my feet firmly planted and share with you my newest adventure:

Homemade Cream of Chicken Soup: Mostly Must


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I've been meaning to try this recipe over at "A Frugal, Simple Life" HERE for a medium-sized eternity but I've always just caved to the convenience of store-bought canned soup. I mean, honestly, how many of us want to take the time to make something from scratch when we can just pop the top and pour?

Well, I do. Sometimes. When I'm feeling productive. And also when I fail to buy any soup and want to make tuna casserole. Nothing like being stuck between a rock and a hard place to motivate some homemade goodness! :)

This recipe was simple, easy, and pretty quick {the hardest part is waiting for it to thicken up while stirring it on the stove}. I made the Cream of Chicken variety and used sage instead of poultry seasoning. I would recommend tasting it before calling it "good to go" simply because my finished product tasted slightly bland with the homemade soup vs. the store bought kind. It was also much less goopy/thick than what you'll find in the can, so be sure to take that into account. However, I will say that it looked yummy enough to eat all by itself! Maybe I'll try that next time.

All in all, I would definitely try this again.

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You can stop biting your fingernails now. The excitement has abated. You may continue on with your lives until next time. :)