I found clip art of Strawberry Shortcake and printed it out onto 8x10 sticker sheets. Then I cut Strawberry out. 
I stuck the floral stem wire into the deelybobs as well as into the foam board.
Our Petite Artiste got ahold of a marker and made herself gorgeous!
In spite of all the scrubbing I did, I couldn't get it all off. 
I can turn this,
I came across the Poladroid Project via a stop at a favorite blog (can't remember which one now) a couple weeks ago. Today, I downloaded the easiest and funniest Polaroid image maker. With my first sample (see above), I was instantly hooked. It's a blast. A little Polaroid camera sits on your desktop. You drag your digital pictures to the camera and wait. The camera spits out a little Polaroid of you photo. The best part!! You have to wait for your image to process. Love.It!!
is it sucks!!! No two ways getting around it. It's exhausting and stressful. This is our second time selling a house. The first time we had one child, two dogs and two cats. This time around we have three kids, two dogs and one fish. I relate the experience to being on a roller coaster of emotions. You are elated to get that phone call for a showing appointment. The call you have been cleaning, poofing, vacuuming, washing, fluffing, dusting, and wiping for. Then the showing time comes and you hustle three kids and two dogs out of the house and hurdle them into the car. You drive around stopping at the playground or McDonald's to kill time. You arrive back home after an hour or so and are hopeful. You might even spy on potential buyers and agents from the street above. Then you get an email informing you of things you can do nothing about, like trees!!, are making the house a no sale for the potential buyers. Up and down, up and down. Excited and hopeful can turn into disappointment and annoyance in an instant. 
Our Petite Artiste
The Divine Miss O
Wonder Boy
However, upon seeing this unflattering pictures of myself I am flooded with the self-blahs! I really look this bad and no matter what clothing I put on myself, it just doesn't get any better. I hate it! I do not understand clothing manufactures that think women who are overweight should only wear god-awful, gigantic flowers or overly sized boxy cuts on their bodies to make themselves feel and look worse. It's ever so frustrating! I spend the majority of my day taking care of others. The constant constant of teaching, touching, cleaning, changing, redirecting, cuddling, smoothing, referee-ing, holding, feeding, clothing, bathing, stroking, thinking, correcting, playing, running, picking, dropping, hauling, and of course always being two steps ahead is down right exhausting. At the end of the day all I want to do is flop on the couch and not "ing" anything for a minute. It's hard to find time to take care of myself in the midst of constant taking care of others. And granted two cups of coffee and a cupcake for breakfast is not a good start to any ones day but I just find it just too tiring to try and do anything better for myself. Just the thought of preparing an egg (even) wears me out.
I work out pretty regularly. I attend weight watchers. And, although I have lost a few pounds and I've changed my exercise habits and portion control, I haven't seen a drastic difference in my appearance. Which is oh so very frustrating. Seeing pictures of myself (as exhibit A, above) only confirms my disappointment in myself. Granted I haven't gained back to or gained above the point I started at. But I still feel stuck. J-man wants me to run a half marathon in June with him. And I want to. I feel like having a goal to train for would be good. However, I feel like I could train my butt off and be able to run the half with him, but still look like this. Which is frustrating. I want to give up, bury myself under a blanket with a pound of M&M's.