Woo hoo! Listen up – I have an announcement to make. But first let me say that I am so incredibly excited about the new changes that are going on around here (on my blog, not in real life). Can you guess what I’m talking about?

I’m moving! Well, I am not moving, my blog is moving. I am currently working on getting the new and much improved site up and running. I will let you know as soon as it is live!


My First Giveaway!

I have never in my life sent out Christmas cards, but this year, with the addition of my beautiful baby girl, I am finally going to grow up and send custom greeting cards out to all of my family and friends. Are you planning on doing the same?

Or do you have a new baby and need to send out announcements?

Maybe you own a business and need to advertise?

Need invitations for a party or event?

Well I have got the perfect giveaway for you!


The fabulous people at are giving away 200 custom postcards – to 2 lucky winners! All you have to do is pay the shipping, which is about $10. You get to choose the size (4″x4″, 4.25″x6″ or 5″x7″) and the finish (gloss, matte or uncoated). These cards would be perfect to use for many different occasions, and they can be yours! All you have to do is leave me a comment telling me how you would use the postcards.

You can earn extra entries too! Just make sure to leave a comment for each thing that you do.

  • Subscribe to my blog using Google Reader
  • Become a twitter follower @meganbhulsey
  • Tweet about this giveaway on twitter – make sure to mention me!

The contest will end on Thursday, September 3rd at 8:00. I will choose a winner at that time using Please make sure to leave me your full name and e-mail address so that I can contact you!

Just remember that the winners pay for shipping! Open to US residents only. Good luck!

Making It Big

Lately I have really, really been wanting to “grow” my blog. (And I know that isn’t obvious to you all since I’ve been rather slack on updating.) I have so many blogs that I am inspired by and I want to use mine for a bigger purpose, I just don’t know what that is yet. I’ve brought Twitter back, visited the SITS girls, and been commenting on other blogs like crazy.

A few weeks ago, I was approached about doing a giveaway on my blog. I kept going back and forth about whether or not I should do it. Do I really want to sell out and commercialize my blog? Or do I just want to keep it simple? I guess if I want to get anywhere in this huge blogosphere, I’ve got to take a chance and go for it.

So I guess what I’m trying to say is, be looking for my very first giveaway very, very soon!

My First Win

I am one of those people who never win anything. Except for that one time when I was 10 years old (or 11 maybe? I don’t really remember) when I won a bike at church. Every week I try to win cloth diapers from 3 different blogs. Then there are the many, many giveaways featured on the SITS blog and those from blogs I follow. That’s how I found out about this giveaway. Stephanie from Adventures in Babywearing blogged about her KmartDesign styling session at blogger and mentioned that they were giving away 25 $100 gift cards. So I entered, but I never thought I’d win because  I never win!

At least not until now. I finally won something!


This little gem came in the mail yesterday. Now if I just could decide what to spend it on. I have no idea. Our local KMart is not one of the better ones, and their shelves are more often sparse than plentiful. I am assuming I can use it online, so maybe I can find something there. Maybe I’ll buy Emily some toys for Christmas. Or Denny suggested that we buy camping gear for our trip next week. Or I could just buy food like my brother-in-law suggested. Ha! All I know is this little thing is burning a hole in my wallet!

Growing Up

Every day it seems like Emily has learned something new. I personally think that she is a genius, but only time will tell. She is getting so close to sitting up without toppling over, and she can sit for several minutes at a time before she loses her balance. We are so close to having a little sitter!

I have always put Emily in her swing without strapping her in. In fact, I’ve never even adjusted the straps to fit around her. Lately this has been a problem since she has started scooting and rolling. She tries to scoot out of the bottom and she tries to roll over the sides. If the swing’s arms weren’t in her way, I’m sure she would roll right outta there!

If I take a shower before Denny gets home from work, I bring the swing in to the bathroom and sit Emily in it with a few toys. I check on her a few times to make sure she isn’t sliding out, and it’s a good thing I do. Because this is how I found her.


And yeah, I adjusted those straps today.

A New Perspective

Teaching was my second choice. I really, really wanted to be a nurse. More specifically, a certified nurse-midwife. After I failed Anatomy & Physiology – twice – and lost my scholarship because of my ridiculously low GPA, I had to give up that dream. Who was I kidding anyway? I could never be a nurse. I would never be able to give anyone a shot or draw blood, because it’s kinda hard to do those things when you’re either 1) hiding your face in the corner screaming NO!  PLEASE DON’T MAKE ME DO IT! or 2) passed out on the floor. Let’s face it. Needles and I do not mix. So I changed majors. Actually, I changed majors three times before I finally settled into the one I earned my degree in.

First, I thought it would be great to teach elementary school. It’s what I had always assumed I would teach, without ever giving it much thought. And then I realized that not all elementary school-aged students could tie their shoes, pee and poop in the toilet and only in the toilet, refrain from tattle-telling for the entire length of the school day, and not cry over every.little. thing. So that was out the door. Let’s face it. Other people’s small children and I do not mix.

Knowing that I was a certifiable genius in all things math (ok, so I wouldn’t go that far, but if numbers are involved, let’s just say I got it) I had a few options. I thought about teaching high school, since high school teachers teach only one subject. I could teach high school math. Wrong! I thought back to my high school days and remembered the times that we were all sent home or out to the football field for the entire day because some idiot brought either a gun, a knife, drugs, or a combination of those things to school. And let’s face it. Getting stabbed and I do not mix.

Then there was accounting. Fabulous! As far as I knew, there were no kids involved in accounting. Just me, my desk, and my numerous, well, accounts. I tried it for a semester. I took the Intro to Accounting class. And at the end I had myself a big, fat D. Accounting was hard. And boring. It wasn’t just about adding and subtracting numbers all day. And when in the accounting world the terms “credits” and “debits” mean the exact opposite of what they mean to the rest of us, I realized that it just wasn’t going to work out. Let’s face it, strange terminology and I do not mix.

So I turned to my only other option (well, I had two options, really. I could have given up and dropped out, but where would that have gotten me? So I stayed.) which was to teach middle school. Ugh. Hormones, drama, puberty, and did I mention hormones? But at least they could make it to the toilet on time and they probably weren’t drug dealers. Yet. I changed majors for the last time and finally stuck with something long enough to get the heck outta there. And why I stuck with it, I’ll never know. It was pure hell. Writing 10 page lesson plans detailing every single word I planned to say and the responses I expected to hear from students was insane. But I did it for 3 semesters. I changed my way of planning to suit each and every professor, even if it wasn’t the way I’d normally do things. I sucked up and kissed butts and did other people’s work for them for free. And for what? A $13,000 piece of paper (which would have been free if I wouldn’t have lost my grant money!)? Wow. Totally not worth it.

And now I feel like I wasted four and a half years of my life. Well, most days I do. And then there are the (few and far between) days when I get all hopeful and optimistic and think that I might really have my own classroom someday. For the last 15 months, I have worried constantly about finding a job. I have sent out resumes to counties that I don’t even want to work in. I have substituted so I could get my foot in the door and taught children who didn’t even deserve an education, much less want one. I have been stressed out more than any one  (especially a pregnant woman) ever should be. I just got so tired of the phone not ringing. I felt like a failure. Like I picked the wrong career path.

And then it hit me. Maybe, just maybe, I’m doing exactly what I’m supposed to be doing. Everything happens for a reason, right? So maybe teaching is not what I’m supposed to do, or at least it’s not what I’m supposed to do right now. I’ve done my part. I’ve put my name out there and it’s out of my hands. If somebody wants me to work for them, they will call. Lately I’ve even sent out resumes for jobs outside of the teaching field, and I haven’t heard anything from those attempts yet either.

It is kind of depressing. I would love to have the extra money – there is so much that I want to do. I want to decorate the house. I want to go on vacation. I want to spoil Emily rotten with a ridiculous first Christmas. Denny makes enough for us to live off of, enough to give us all of our needs. But it just can’t buy everything that I want. So apparently those things that I want are not things that I am supposed to have. Maybe for once I’m on the receiving end of a lesson and this is something I’m supposed to learn from. Just what that lesson is, I’m not sure yet, but I’m not going to worry and fret over it anymore.

What I am going to do is raise my daughter. I’m going to take care of her and read to her and sing silly songs and take her places. I’m going to teach her and love her and probably spoil her as much as I can. I am going to be at home with her until I get a job, whether that is next week, next year, or in 4 years when she starts school. (Obviously. I can’t exactly waltz into my school of choice and take over someone’s classroom. I’d be hauled off to the nuthouse faster than you can say looney tunes.) And I’m going to be content with doing just that.