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Hi.  My name is Mimi Burleson and I'm addicted to Pinterest.  I can't get enough.  I am on that crazy sight every. single. day.  It's horrible.  It just sucks you in, and the next thing you know, you look up and it's a week later and you haven't taken a shower or brushed your teeth.  It should be illegal, but it's oh-so-awesome. 

I am now more creative.  I can tackle any DIY project that comes my way.  I can throw a party and cook a 5 course meal better than Martha Stewart any day.  I can decorate like Windsor Smith and am the best dressed girl on the block.  All because of Pinterest.

Check me out.  If you are new to Pinterest, don't say you weren't warned.

Hola.

The past month has been crazy. Insane. But super fun. In the past month, I've been to Panama, Hot Springs and Miami. We've had 2 birthday parties, 2 golf tournaments, ACL, happy hours, a marriage and a new baby. I'm hoping October is slower, but as of now, it's not looking so good.

Miami for work.  My view from the hotel makes up for the fact that it's work. 

ACL:  Rain, free beer, backstage and Faith = FUN!  Oh, and meeting up with Noel afterwards at the gay bars was icing on the cake.

Special Agent Burleson for Ruby's 7th birthday party.

Hot Springs for Labor Day with the fam.

G and his new little cousin, Janie Reid Burleson.  He is in love.

These two crazy cats flew to NYC and were married on the 29th! 

In the next month or so, we have 2 Avett Brother's shows, family photos, my parents in town, a party to celebrate Chip & Noel's marriage, and a trip to Palm Beach.  Oh, and multiple happy hours.  You can't forget those. 

It's the little things

I do not always agree with people when they say, "dont sweat the small stuff."  Why the hell not?  In my book, it's the small stuff that matters.  I've got the big picture under control...now I just  need to get the small stuff in order and I'm all good.  And that comes with stress and sweat.

It's also the small stuff that makes me happy.   For the first time in awhile, I stayed at home all day yesterday in my pjs.  I cleaned, watched reality tv, did laundry, watched reality tv, laid around, watched reality tv, and then watched more reality tv.  It. was. awesome.  Grafton even got to watch the Kardashian's.  Don't judge.

And while I laid around yesterday, I noticed the small stuff in my house that  puts a smile on my face. 

And of course, this little guy makes me smile. This was during our Kardashian marathon in bed yesterday. I was just getting him caught up so he could watch My Big Fat Ass Wedding in October! Oh, that was mean.

 

G's Play list

My kid is really into music these days.  And not just any kind.  The kind you play loud and sing along to.  The kind that makes you shake your ass.  And let me tell you, the kid can shake his ass.  My only problem is that he makes up dance moves and then shows his teachers at school, and tells them that I taught him!  Um, excuse me, but I did not teach you the "Scooter," where you kick back your leg like a spaz and run around like a crazy man.  I had nothing to do with that one.

Here are G's top songs right now.  These are the ones that he tells me to turn up in the car LOUDER!!!  The best part is that if you turn the volume down really fast,  you can catch him singing along. 

The Cave:  Mumford & Sons
Party Rock Anthem:  LMAFO
Home:  Edward Sharpe
Roll Away Your Stone:  Mumford & Sons
Pumped up Kicks:  Foster the People

and of course, Baby:  Justin Beiber.  Sometimes I pretend like we somehow lost that one.  I dont know how it happened, but I cant find it on the ipod anymore. 

The other night, G was playing his bongo drums in the living room, looked up, and announced the he was Justin Beiber.  At least he didnt say Matthew McConaughey, right?

Friday Feature: Lovie Dodd

Damn, life keeps getting in the way!  I've taken a summer hiatus from blogging.  Not on purpose.  School is about to start back up, so I guess I should start back too.  Get my creative juices flowing.  Clear the cobwebs off my brain and get going.

I'll ease back in with a Friday Find.  My sweet friend, Allison, recently started a blog called lovie dodd that is so cute.  I could not tell you the last time we saw each other in person, but we email all of the time about decorating.  I help her, she helps me, you know how that goes.  Allison has great taste and has the vintage/flea market/farmers market thing going that I wish I had.  We met in 1995, our freshman year in college.  She has always had a little bit of hippy-earth-girl in her without smelling like potchouli, which I like!

This morning, Allison and I were emailing back and forth about fabric for our kitchens.  She sends me a picture of this great Trina Turk fabric.  The problem?  $112 per yard.  I would call that a major problem in my book.

So, I suggested that she google it and see if anyone is selling remnants from design projects.  Then, I search in my long blog role for a great resource called The Designer's Attic.  She is a interior designer that has a blog solely devoted to selling left over fabric from projects.  I click on the link and...SHUT THE FRONT DOOR PEOPLE, ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?!?!  This is today's post:

I don't even know what you call that kind of luck.  $35 per yard.  AH-MAY-ZING. 

Babble Post

I have a million errands that I could be doing right now, but that would involve spending money at each stop.  So I'm going to be good and blog instead.  It's free.  Actually, I'm just putting off the money spending until tomorrow.  But it makes me feel good about myself, so just let me have my moment.

I've been absent on PMB for awhile.  Zero excuses other than life.  So here goes...Where should I start?

Easter.  My kid could care less about Easter Egg Hunts.  He had one at school and one at the Colliers.  And he just looks at me like, mom, why in the hell do these kids want to run around in the yard and put these stupid eggs in a basket?  And why are all of my friends dressed so ridiculous.  I can even read his little mind.  He's probably thinking Easter Egg Hunts are for girls.  That's the phase we are in right now.  Everything lame is for girls.  Bandaids are for girls.  Red M&Ms are for girls.  I even have to turn the radio off if a girl is singing the song.  But he likes Justin Beiber.  I just don't get it.  The best part about Easter?  Green donuts, blue cookies, and chocolate candy. 

The Burly Roadshow continues on.  But now it's the Burly-Hood Roadshow.  At the end of April, we went to see Mumford & Sons, Edward Sharpe and Old Crowe Medicine Show.  They did the Railroad Revival Tour across the US and literally rode the train to each of their 5 shows, which were all along the tracks.  And let me just say, it was a.w.e.s.o.m.e.  At the very end, the Austin High marching band came out and joined them on stage.  I totally dork out when it comes to marching bands and drum lines.  Thank God everyone else did too.

Then we packed the car and headed to Memphis.  Why?  Because Mumford & Sons and the Avett Brothers were playing at Musicfest.  Oh, and my family lives there.  4 adults a 2 year old and 23 total hours in the car.  It was all worth it though.  I got to see my family, one of my best friends, good music and lots of rain and mud.  Oh, and we ate our way through the city.  Love me some pronto pups.

Last weekend, Nicole and I did the Jailbreak run out in Burnet, TX.  3.8 miles, 15 obstacles and a shitload of mud.  It was super tough but a blast.  And now she thinks I can do the Tough Mudder.  Um, no thanks.  Then we headed to Hardtails (biker bar) with the neighborhood gang to see an 80s band and dance like we were in middle school.  Were we successful?  Hellz yea.

Tonight we are going to see Augustana at La Zona Rosa.  One of the worst venues.  I feel like I'm in some emo-kid's basement, and if my mom founds out, I'm in deep shit.  But oh well, I heart Augustana so I'm going.  Then next weekend is Houston to see Avett Brothers and the Wheelers.  Then Hot Springs on Memorial Day weekend, and leaving for Colorado on June 11th. 

Somehow in the midst of all of this chaos, I find time to actually work.  Although laundry is a different story....I have zero clean socks

Enough Already!

You've got to be sick and tired of hearing about my orange velvet chair.  It will be hard, but this is the last time I'll talk about it, I promise. 

I picked up the chair a few weeks ago and I LOVE IT!  (You have to scream it in your best Oprah Australia voice.)  In Heaven.  It makes me weak at the knees, like Dan Layus.  Or Will Burleson.

You know I love a good before and after pic. So here you go:

BEFORE:

AFTER:

How bout them apples??