Planning a planner and music

I have been passionately time consumed with watching videos on how to plan a planner. How to make a planner. It turns out it’s really super expensive. So I set out to make my own for cheap using mostly what I already have and buying the bare minimum. So far I have only spent $22 dollars on a whole pinch, a pack of card stock, and the calendar divider inserts. Comparing that to the setting price of most binder systems ($50-200!) I think that’s rather frugal.

After a rather frustrating search I decided to make my own printable calendars on grey car stock since my binder is white. These are for a mini binder 5 1/2 x 8 1/2.



I also got a to do list paper pack at Target on clearance

^^That’s my plan on how to set up my planner.

I didn’t want to spend big bucks on a system that I may or may not use. I am very forgetful and want to start holding myself accountable for not much money.

And here is the mini binder I already had:


So after I do my round of chores today, I’ll be putting this baby together and trying to start using it. If I find I use it and I really will use a Filofax or a Kikki.k than I will save the money and get one at the end of the year. A5 size.

The link to my video:
The three videos that inspired me in my set up:
1. MrsLizzieAnn and her Erin Condren
2. Moe Howard and her DIY setup
3. Alexis aka MissTrenchcoat and her Kikki.k

Oh and because I mentioned it in my video here is a link to my daughter’s favorite song Life. Then most click on the channel name from there. The song I referenced is only available for purchase but you can listen to a previews of Heartbeat on iTunes or Amazon mp3. I believe she said the album would be up on Spotify in June or July. You can always listen to the other CDs on YouTube and/or Spotify.


YouTube vlogging again

Much to my surprise I uploaded a video today to my YouTube channel. It’s something I started in hopes of being an everyday girls guide to life but it was just awkward. Lol. I used to dedicate hours to filming, editing, and the dreaded million hour upload but them life got in the way so I stopped. But I want to reach out to women especially. Young women like me (but if you are older too or a male and something helps you please don’t go away! God brought you here for a reason. I just want to clarify my heart’s target audience)

Now if you read some of my posts from before today you’ll see I have some sadder note or just thoughtfullness triggered by a memory, a feeling, or reaction to something. And I would like to continue doing that in hopes that someone knows they aren’t alone. I wait, prayerfully, before I post most things. Because in my moment of pain or anxiety everything is hyper-sensitive and my emotions cloud my reasoning. It’s kind of like writing a bad review for your favorite restaurant in the moment they’ve really wronged you (it seems to you). I don’t want to throw it all away for one rash, insensitive comment.

Anyway, those don’t have videos to go with them but I do hope to have at least one post a week that has a video to go along with it.

So that is my prayerful plan and I hope I help at least one person out there in the world.

ETA: the channel is

The video:

You deserve the memories

I wonder sometimes if we did our wedding wrong.
If we planned it too fast.
If we missed a blessing by semi-eloping.
I didn’t get my father-daughter dance.
Or the husband and wife dance.
I didn’t have a bridal shower.
I wasn’t even the one who chose my wedding gown. (Our mothers did).

But more than just me, I often wonder how it hurt my dad not to have that dance. Or what my mom harbors in her heart against me because of that day.

My sister is getting married next and a few times she asked if they should just elope. Would it be less stressful and easier on everyone. Would it be less stress? Yes. Would it be easier on everyone. Sure, in a way.
But would she one day regret not having the ballroom and the dances, the food and the special friends and family all around? Yes, absolutely.

I hope they have a beautiful wedding and a special day. Marriage isn’t about that one day and a perfect wedding doesn’t mean a perfect marriage but it’s nice to have a beautiful memory. She deserves the wedding of her dreams.

You deserve the memories.

This is the YouTube video that brought out my thoughts today:

Oh, Toys!

What a goal to conquer toys. Each child has their toys in their room but the girl wants to okay with the toddler toys and the toddler wants to play with his sister’s kitchen, dollhouse animals, and puzzles are the heart of them both.

I have minimalized many toys in both rooms but they don’t want to play. So today I am going to try toy rotation before going drastic as donating 90% of the toys.

How? I don’t know.
Blocks and puzzles in one, dollhouse stuff in another, play kitchen in a third and barbie a and stuffed animals in a other. But rotating every few days or once a week.


Balls are always played with and puzzles. So maybe those will always stay out. I don’t know. My longing to minimize toys comes from a plea from my oldest that it’s “too hard” to pick up so many toys. So instead of fighting with her lazy/ untaught tendencies I will teach her how to care for her toys a little at a time.


I will update with pictures and how we kept it up or if it worked, what/if we donated, and how the kids excepted this routine.

Update: 5/22/14
So far getting a bedroom routine has been pretty good and part of that routine is getting the toys picked up. One day I randomly took large bags or bins of toys into my room and sorted them at night after everyone was in bed. I made a goal of getting rid of 345 things. It was what I had left for the minimalist game. I surpassed my goal. But I did count everything I got rid of. 60 things of embroidery thread and 60 coupons I had clipped but didn’t use. But all on all it was little knick knack toys and clothes that no longer fit.

Anyway without further ado, here is one room finished deck decluttered and sorted.


The silver bin under the bed is a large foldable grocery bag from costco that cost around $7. I only see them available once or twice a year. Or while they last during summer. And the small plastic bin is a sterilite file box that I can’t seem the find the lid. I’m sure it’s in the walk in closet and I’ll find it soon enough. After the rest of the house is done I plan on working on the catch-all walk-in again.

Always an afterthought

This blog could really be called “Reasons my Husband sucks most special days”. But it’s not fair to him. My own head goes round and round expecting something great but like always I end up feeling left out of life and left out of his plan. His plan being my husband not my God.

I always get flowers, a quick pick up on the way home from work or out whatever he was doing because he realized he didn’t get me a gift. And my birthday and today, Mother’s Day, I didn’t even get the normal flowers and a breakfast from the local grocery store.

Nope just quick flowers and a sheepish smile saying I love you.

Mother’s Day 2014
I woke up alone
Fed, dressed, and walked out the door with three kids.
Also with an overflowing diaper bag and a box of diapers to return to the store for a different brand.
One trip down the stairs, another up. Then down the stairs again. And, that’s right, back up and down. I leave the kids inside the security door to find the van. It’s close enough I can handle all the kids and the boxes and bags of stuff.
Everyone gets in and it begins to rain.

At the store I walk in, in the pouring rain.. carrying not one but two kids and a box of diapers. Another holding on to the baby carrier. Exchange the diapers and walk back out.

Get to church. Pull out double stroller under the roof. Get all three kids inside the church entrance and then park the car. Walk back in, in the rain.

Have several “brothers and sisters” in Christ watch me struggle to hold open the door and try to push a double stroller in. I quote/unquote brothers and sisters because it baffles me how one can watch an obviously frustrated woman with three small children struggle and keep on walking. But not just one at least TWO or THREE!!!! They’re actions weren’t very brotherly…I’m not calling their faith into question.

Most moms spend their time outside of the service not hearing the preaching because all of our kids are making too much of a noise for certain members of the church. Certain members of the church frown upon even a whimper from children in service.

Guess what, dear husband, left me alone, again today. Leaving me to care for three children and find our way back to the car. I was so emotionally exhausted by then I said I didn’t even know if I was going to the picnic.

I drove back home to get medication for a child, drop off a mother’s day card. I went to the picnic and by the grace of God I didn’t get lost. My husband served and served and served and had a grand time with the church.

I had a hot, emotional, crying, angry time. Even a friend tried to help me see that in the end God has a plan. I’m my husband’s queen and it’s his ministry to serve.

Even if that means I wouldn’t be with the moms of my family for this day or be recognized by my own husband on this day. I wouldn’t have breakfast in bed or even a gift. I’m sorry but I just expect second though flowers now. I put so much thought and effort into everyones gifts and I either get nothing or the usual.

Even for my birthday I went to a pizza buffet just to spend some time with everyone. I hate pizza. I don’t like it. The pizza buffet is probably the grossest place I could probably ever eat. But what happened on my birthday??? I managed the kids and had a plate of pizza while my sister and her friend had a grand old time chatting it up with my dad and husband. No it wasn’t a flirting thing. BUT IT WAS MY BIRTHDAY!!! I throw a party for my husband and daughter for their birthday and I got a nasty pizza buffet I had to plan myself.

God is teaching me a has to be…know you won’t get anything….don’t expect anything…probably not…God is a God of love and promises and I am a bitter woman who prays so hard and is impatient to know what HE has planned.

Happy Mother’s Day. Hope yours was better than mine

Take my idol Father God

Father God I want to be thin
I want to be dainty
I want to be healthy
I want to be picked up by my husband like we used to talk about
It’s consuming my thoughts
I’m being pulled to bow down to the idol of weight loss.
I am so anxious
I don’t know what to do
It consumes me
It saddens me
Change me Father
Make me a story for You
Take this idol from my hands
Take this dream from my possession
Don’t let me take it back
It’s too painful
I can’t even focus on washing a dish!
I don’t want to take a picture with my kids so they won’t see a disgusting woman later.
I’m consumed with an idol when I long to be consumed with You.
This burden is too heavy
Please take it away.

From lost to living by grace in Jesus Christ