How To: Install Free Fonts

May 10, 2012 By

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Here is a quick tutorial on how to install all of those cute, free fonts you’ve downloaded to your computer!

STEP ONE | Click on the font that you want to download and then click OK in the dialog box to open with the default program
how to install free fonts

STEP TWO | It will automatically open a new window. Click on the EXTRACT button and then choose where you want the file to open in the drop down menu (I typically choose DESKTOP) and click OK
how to install free fonts

STEP THREE | Go to your desktop where you’ll see the file. Now open up your FONTS folder by going to CONTROL PANEL > FONTS or C: > WINDOWS >FONTS. Click on the font that you just downloaded to your desktop and drag it into your fonts folder. VOILA! You just installed a font! Now you can use it in your word and photo editing programs!
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Want to install a font on a MAC? It’s easy too. Just follow the same steps as above only you’ll find your fonts folder by going to: Macintosh HD > Library > Fonts. Just drag and drop your font there!

Click HERE to preview and download 18 of my favorite free fonts.  And since I’m a *bit* font obsessed, you can click HERE to download and preview another 15 of my favorite free fonts. Enjoy!

* The font used in this example is a freebie called “Pea Shelly“

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Ain’t Nothin Sweeter Than Georgia Peaches

May 4, 2012 By


I love meeting new bloggers and I especially love meeting local bloggers so I’m linking up with Kelly’s Korner today. That’s also why I’m singing bad American Idol songs, you know, on account of me being from Georgia and all that.

Fine, I just like that song a lot.

Whatever.

If you’re brand new to this blog, here are some random facts about me. If you’re not brand new to this blog, you should still read this because I need the validation. Just kidding, I don’t need the validation at all. I just enjoy it.

I am twenty eight years old. I will be 29 about a month from now which means there are only 30 some odd shopping days left until my birthday. I really enjoy people giving me presents, that’s a good way to become friends I always say.

Despite the fact that I am almost 29, I checked out the fifth book in The Princess Diaries series from our library on Tuesday. No one tell my husband about this. He is already mocking the stack of Beverly Lewis books on my nightstand because he finds humor in my love of good Amish fiction novels.

Related: does anyone have the third book in The Courting Of Nellie Fischer series to lend on their kindle? Because I really, really need to know if Caleb Yoder follows the Old Order or not, y’all.

Also related: I feel as though the librarian is scrutinizing my choice of books and judging me. Especially because I was all “HOW DO YOU NOT HAVE THE NEWEST VERONICA ROTH NOVEL?” and then I was like “And can you please point me to the Dr. Sears parenting books? Thanks.”

This post is actually more about my feelings on library books than it is about me. You can learn a lot about a person from their library books, though. Just ask my librarian.

I’m thinking about starting my own mom’s group because for some reason I haven’t been able to get into the last two I’ve emailed about after seeing them advertised in my local paper. I blame this on the fact that no one wants to befriend me for fear that I might write about them on the internet. Or else they read that post about my baby acting like a banshee at storytime. You’re killing me, internet. Also, now this post looks like a personal ad.

I am an aspiring writer, which is a fancy way of saying “I have a blog.” I prefer the fancy way of saying things  and not just because I like to pretend I’m Princess Kate. But because everything sounds nicer when you say it fancy. Like when people come to my house and see the unfinished staircase and they’re all “what happened to your staircase?” I COULD tell them about how we had a baby unexpectedly in the middle of putting in new floors and that baby ended up in the NICU and cost a bajillion dollars but instead what I like to say is “Oh, we’re in the process of renovating.” Because that sounds like something someone on HGTV might say, maybe Sabrina Soto even.

I am incredibly passionate about a lot of things, like support for parents of premature babies. And slap bracelets. I think we should all bring back slap bracelets. Let’s just skip over this whole eighties-neon-acid wash trend and go right to the nineties and slap bracelets. I’m also passionate about family and faith and this sacred mission of motherhood, which, incidentally is the title of another book I am reading right now.

That’s enough about me. Let’s talk about you :)

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The Lucky One. Not Featuring Zac Efron.

May 2, 2012 By


I did not pose this baby. She did all those things on her own. This is how sassy she is.

As we leave the confines of quarantine and make our debut in to the world of playdates and baby gyms and visits to the park, I am learning all sorts of new things about my baby girl.

Like how apparently, Scarlette is under the assumption that everyone in the entire world is engaged in a perpetual game of chase with her.

It doesn’t really matter if you have been informed of this fact or not. If you are breathing, Scarlette assumes that you want her to chase you. And being that she has teeny, tiny little legs to follow you with, the fact that she can not keep up and is always trailing behind only further encourages her in this vein of thought.

I took her to a baby gym this with my friend T. this week. T and I had a long conversation about asking people for permission to write about them on the internet, mainly because I am convinced that the reason I have been denied entry to our local mom’s club is because no one wants to be friends with me for fear that I might write about them on the internet. Which is a story I’ll tell you another day but the thing is, after that conversation about asking people permission to write about them on the internet, I promptly forgot to ask T permission to write about her on the internet. Thank goodness for initials, that’s what I always say.

Just kidding. I never say that.

Anyhow, T’s little boy moved nicely around the play center, running his trains along the track and acting like a child who has left his house before.

Scarlette took one look at the giant room of play things and then spent the next two and a half hours running from one side to the other shrieking “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA” without ever taking a single breath.

Occasionally she would pause to throw some trains off the track or launch the pretend food out of the pretend kitchen but for the most part she just ran after the other children screaming nonsense words and giggling at them. Remember how I mentioned that she loves other kids?

She LOVES other kids. Adores them.

Even when some of the kids were rough with her or flat out mean to her, like that one little monster girl who put both hands on Scarlette’s chest and shoved her backwards so hard that her head hit the floor for no reason at all,  she interpreted that as “YOU ARE INTERACTING WITH ME SO YOU MUST WANT TO PLAY WITH ME! LET ME GIVE YOU A HUG! AND ANOTHER HUG! AND ANOTHER! NOW I WILL CHASE YOU SOME MORE!”

Some of the older kids were playing in the bounce house and when I wouldn’t let Scarlette go in after them, she stood outside of it, bouncing up and down and chattering excitedly as though she had no idea that she wasn’t actually doing the exact same thing the older kids were doing.

Scarlette isn’t the child I expected to have. Jeff and I were both very calm, quiet children and I assumed our baby would be too. Instead, I’ve got this sparkling, sassy little bundle of energy who doesn’t stop from the moment her feet hit the floor in the morning. Actually, before her feet hit the floor as she chatters animatedly to, I don’t know…the wall? immediately upon waking. Also, she’s taken to giving me a rousing round of applause when I go in to get her from her crib. Which is really very flattering when you’ve yet to shower or brush your bedhead, I might add.

It’s so beautiful, watching her explore her world. It almost makes me want to sing a few lines from “I Hope You Dance” except that I kind of hate that song. Or at least, I did until I had a baby and now I just pretend to hate it while I secretly cry when it comes on the radio. Because I really do hope she never loses her sense of wonder.

Nicholas Sparks got it all wrong. Not only is  Zac Efron incapable of pulling off a serious, romantic lead in a movie but also? I’m the luckiest one.

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Team Scarlette 2012

May 1, 2012 By


We had such a wonderful walk on Saturday for our local chapter of the March Of Dimes. Thanks so much to everyone who came out to walk and celebrate Scarlette’s one year NICU graduation with us! And a huge thanks to everyone who supported our team; Team Scarlette was one of the top family teams again this year!

The tiny little footprint on the front of our team t-shirts? That’s Scarlette’s actual footprint from when she was born. My co-captain said that the t-shirt company called her twice to ask her if she was sure that it was the right size because it was so small :)

Speaking of shirts, my friend Amy at Amy Tangerine made us these matching Mommy & Baby shirts to wear on walk day. Are they not just the cutest things ever? Luckily for me, their cuteness distracted everyone from my terrible self tan.
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(A huge thanks to our team sponsors for their support: Sewing 101, Baby Bird & Bub Bub, Amy Tangerine, Indy Nude Food, Kate Paper and Moxie Mandie. You can click here to learn more about each of the wonderful things these ladies have to offer – like free online sewing courses or cute and whimsical wall art!)

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(Mis)Adventures In Self Tanning

April 27, 2012 By

If you follow me on twitter or facebook or instagram (obviously I have a social media problem) then this week you got real time updates of the saga that occurred between me and a bottle of self tanning lotion. If, unlike me, you are not addicted to the internet, I shall now commence to update you on what you missed via status updates:

  • I am going to get a spray tan for photos next week. Please educate me about spray tans so that I don’t look ridiculous. #noskincancerforme
  • I’m having someone spray it on me. I don’t trust booths. I saw that episode of FRIENDS and I don’t want to end up looking like Ross Gellar. #mississippily
  • I had to switch our photos so I canceled the spray tan & tried a new self tanner. I AM GLITTERING LIKE A VAMPIRE. What the heck, L’Oreal?! 
  • I look like Snookie #selftanner

  • I have two different color legs. Also, this angle looks like I am wearing a sack cloth. Which would be appropriate as there is much wailing and gnashing of teeth (photo evidence)

  • PSA: If your child (who has a tendency to sweat) falls asleep on your shoulder, your self tan WILL transfer itself to HER FACE. #worstselftannerever

I would like to tell you that I am a self tanning professional. If there were Olympics for self tanning, I would definitely be standing on a podium holding a medal while someone plays The Star Spangled Banner triumphantly in the background. After a rocky start with a bottle of Bath & Body Works self tanner in high school, I have persevered, trained, studied and have come out on the other side as a champion of self tanning. People study my techniques. Probably they’ll name one after me in the 2012 summer games.

I tell you all of this to say: it’s not me. The store was out of my trusty, tried and true self tanner so I used something new.

In conclusion, I am not a fan of the Illuminating L’Oreal Sublime Bronze with bronzer.

Sublime it is not, y’all.

And pouring half a bottle of “illuminating” powder into it doesn’t distract anyone from how crappy this self tanner is, L’Oreal. It just says “Look at that girl. She tried to cover up that terrible self tan with glitter.” That face that I am sparkling is practically encouraging people to look at my terrible self tan. That’s just hateful.

And okay, it works on my sister, but she is already tan. Also, who makes self-tanner for people who are already tan? It’s people like me, the lost member of the Cullen family, that need self tanner. The ones who cause traffic accidents in the summer time because the sunlight reflecting off of their pure white legs strikes blind those unfortunate souls who happen to drive past us on the days we say “screw it!” and wear shorts. Where’s the justice?!

ETA: For those who asked, my tried and true brand is Neutrogena’s Instant Bronze for the FACE except I use it on my whole body.  I heard Kristin Chenoweth say the exact same thing on Ellen so that totally validates me. Also, if you know Kirstin Chenoweth, please ask her where she located said tanner. Thanks.

(p.s. I have a new giveaway up which is weirdly and unintentionally related. I quite like that.)
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