Happy New Year Kisses from SugarJane.

Hair Stuff YEAH!!!!

OK here it is. Finally!!! Here are the pics of my most recent hair accessories and my new additions, belts. I want to do scarves too but their a little harder to get my hands on. I'll have to hunt down a good pattern and make some to add flowers too.
The belts are $15 for Girls
$25 for adult womens.
Headbands are $15
Hair clips are $10
Contact me @ sugarjane@live.com if you want to put in an order. Everything is one of a kind but the idea is always the same.
I hope to get to bring a little sweetness to you.
Loves.

Guess What?!?!

2 of my headbands were picked up from Creative works boutique (where I am currently a vendor) and will be in the Hair Do hair show this weekend. For those of you who haven't heard of Hair Do. It's hair extensions designed by Ken Paves and Jessica Simpson!!! HOLY CRAP How AWESOME!!!!!

Changes to come

Ok everyone. New changes to come. I still will be posting fun family stuff but I will be doing a lot of "Hair" posts too. From a style/cut to the hair accessories I'm making. This is the beginning of SugarJane!

Yes I know

Yes I know I'm a slacker but I've been so busy with school and trying to keep up on the house..... (which isn't going so well) And now the boys have tackle football. Life is insane. I have tons of fun pics but no time to load'em at the moment. Hopefully the next 4 months, I'll be able to do a recap for you all.

I need to vent

I need to vent and because I have no one to talk to at this particular point in time and I'll go mad if I don't get this off my chest. Plus I type faster than I write. I'm venting to my blog. And I'm sorry if my "gift" has ever upset any of you.

I have this "gift". I can , in seconds, upset someone like no other! I can't tell ya how I do it because I don't even know!!! Even my husband who knows me better than anyone get's all worked up. I can't fix it! I don't know how I broke it in the 1st place! I ask, and no one will say. OR the thing they tell me makes me think, "What?!? How did you get, "I think you're fat" Out of "Hey, this really cute shirt doesn't fit me and I'd thought you'd like it."
NOTE: I don't ever put secret messages in my words, or hints or clues! I try to tell it like I see it or feel it. That's it. If I say the shirt doesn't fit me and I thought you might like it, it means. Hey, this shirt is so cute and would look so good on you. (Who cares about what size it is!!!!!!!)

And guess what! Even though no one will tell me exactly what I did, punishment comes non the less. Sad tears for me because I hate making people sad, slilence from them (those that I upset). And what stinks about it is this: I am not a spiteful, hurtful, angry, witchy, get back at you, I'm offended, you did this to me, you forgot this, I dont' like you, or you didn't do this so I"m going to freak out kind of person!!!!! I just try to love people and hope to be loved. I'm not perfect, I make mistakes. But can't there just be one person in my life who can just not worry about whatever it is I super screw up?! Or the very least, talk to me about it?? They all act like they have never done or said anything that has hurt me!
But guess what! NEWS FLASH! Most likely you have said or done something to me that was hurtful. Some very hurtful.
I just chose not to worry about it. To try and understand that you might have been having a bad day, or that there was some reasonable explanation for it. Maybe I deserved it? LOL. What a joke. So much for treat others as you'd have others treat you. It's impossible for me to make everyone happy all of the time. And it feels fantastic when my "gift" effects those that are most important to me. Particularly my husband. He's the one person I hate upsetting and I hate making him unhappy!!! I don't want to be one of those wives who fall under all the jokes of being a nag, or dramatic, or whiny or whatever. I want him to be happy. The one person that is the most important to me. I want to be his person. I want to be the one person that no matter what is going on, he can see me or look at me and smile. The person he wants to hang out with when he's having a bad day. (He's that for me) Can I do that for him?! Nope. It's heart breaking. No matter how hard I try, this thing that I do gets in the way every time, no matter how much I love or care about the other person. It's no fun when you think of a person as your best friend but you're not claimed as theirs. They're your 1st choice but you're not theirs.

Talk to me about it! N0? Oh, ok. Continue giving me the silent treatment. I'm not even here. No worries that I'm totally upset and sad and worried that I upset you. No worries that I want to fix whatever it was that I did and say sorry. Hey no problem.
I'll just wait.
Why? Because I have another gift. I CARE.
I care for real, despite how I am treated or what skewed view others have of the reality of who I am. I can't help but care. I don't know how to not care. I can't lie to save my life and I have no desire to hurt anyone. Even those who really could care less about me and who have purposefully hurt me because they just don't like me. ( I do care for them from very far away though!)

Christams Fun and the joy that comes from offically not caring about what you get but what you gave.

So while I spent 2 hours hunting down this amazing large steam pot (thank you prego target lady for helping me find it) Bran wrapped up by himself over 60 tamales.

Our Christmas Eve dinner. Heaven on a plate.

Christmas Eve pj's and new couch blankets. I was tired of them dragging their bedding off their beds to watch tv when they were cold.

The boys with there new beanies from Auntie Ambs.

Sweet Tessa Lou and her new soft buddy. I love her sparkly Santa hat! It matches the one I have.

Me trying on my new homemade scarf from Ambs and my new wanna be Dolche and Gabana shades.

My aunt Keri Sue brought this out and a flood of memories came. I played with this amazing Amish toy when I was there age!!! How crazy is that! They loved the marble toy.

The kids with Great Grandma and Grandpa Allen.
Funny story about Brock. The other night he came running into our room saying that there was a monster outside. We tryed to convince him otherwise but he was convinced. Then he said
that,"daddy a monster".
Me: "No, daddy's not a monster."
Brock: "Yes huh! He has...... he has..... he has big nose!"
LOLOLOLOL!!!! Hilarious!

Another funny story
Brock sitting and drawling a picture. Branden comes in the kitchen and we suggest that he draws a picture of Daddy.
So he makes a oval and says "his head"
Then makes 2 dots for eyes and a smiling happy face style mouth.
We tell him, "don't for get his nose."
He draws a big circle clown style nose.
The we say, "don't forget his ears" and he makes nice ears.
Then we ask, "where is his body?"
He starts to draw a stick figure torso. He stops, looks and the pic and exclaims
"Haha! Daddy looks like balloon!"
What's so funny is he totally did.