Tuesday, September 30, 2008

ow ow ow ow ow

I was counting down the minutes until I could take Aleve again. There are a few parts of me that don't hurt right now; I just don't know which parts they are. I'm thinking eyelids.

I ate a banana yesterday before my workout, and I think I'll repeat that again today. Tomorrow I'm going to do a 10 minute workout/toning thing instead, and then I'll do another 2 days of shred. If you need a laugh just imagine a pink haired lady grunting things about how she can DO THIS while six children use cylinder blocks like weights and "work out" around her.

Then imagine me trying to carry two wiggly infants while feeling like I'm made of flubber. Comedy gold.

I've been reorganizing the craft room so that I can actually work in it. Despite my best plans I did fuck all last night once I got home again. I drank half my tea and passed out on the couch watching an unintentionally hilarious documentary about Bigfoot. One of the "strongest pieces of evidence" they had when the film was made had been revealed as a hoax by the people who made it in the meantime. Which made all the people using the film as evidence look like assholes. And that made the rest of the documentary less than compelling. Great to relax and fall asleep to, though!

After the kids left yesterday I drove John and E to the library and met my friend Karen at Kroger. We had a shopping date, which makes us as cool as old ladies with curlers in our hair walking around in public. It was fun, though, and I have a set of borrowed hand carders to use for a week or so. I hope to card my fleece tonight and get the carders back to Karen post haste-then I can start spinning!

Now it's time to find a heating pad and assume the fetal position...

Monday, September 29, 2008

pain and more pain

just finished 30 day shred

soaked
can't breathe
wobbly

damn

Wagons and pain

I'm on the wagon for the next long time. Until a kid pops out and has lived for a few months, at the least, longer maybe. I'm going to try Shred in about half an hour, once everyone is asleep. Wish me luck!

Had an awesome weekend with Beck, who listened and talked with me for 48 hours straight. There was a lot I needed to talk about and get off my chest, and she was not only a great ear, she was a good shoulder, too. By the way Beck, I brought it up last night. A "bleck" and "We don't need to" was the response. I'm so glad you listened; I'll keep working on it. But we've had some good talks, and I'm going to keep that up, too. You rock.

So I organized the hell out of a few more things, took another three big boxes to Goodwill (the guys there are starting to recognize me) and then watched a great anthology with my husband. Slowly but surely the house is being emptied of all the crap we don't need, and that is making me feel really, really good. That and making gifts for other people...we made little soaps with melt-n-pour soap last night. I added some small chunks of the Daybreak Lavender Farm soaps into them, which didn't melt into the other soap liked I'd hoped. It did make a great effect, though, and with the sweet almond oil and frankincense, I think I may have stumbled upon some really great gifts to give!

While Beck was here we dyed our hair. Mine has quickly fading pink streaks, Beck's hair has a few blond streaks. I thought her hair turned out great! I need to dye mine again and see if I can get the color to take a little better. If not, I have the purple stuff. We also put up some really big ass metal shelves in the craft room, and I again have a space I can work in. Hooray!

Friday, September 26, 2008

Wuss!

I wimped out. After getting all the stuff done I needed to last night, getting E in bed and getting the house presentable for the day care it was 9:30. I looked at the envelope with Shred in it and failed, epically. I just couldn't bring myself to start the pain, so I assembled furniture and cleaned out some crap we don't need anymore instead. I will give it another go tonight, even if it's just to make Beck howl with laughter at my red, crying gasps of pain. We've got that kind of loving, supportive relationship.

On a completely different note, I may have found a new fabric softener to love. John keeps bringing home different fabric softeners, much to my distress. I am brand loyal like a maniac, and this constant switching has been making me a little, well, distressed. The stuff John brought home last time was from Giant Eagle (grocery store to the west coast crowd-they replaced Big Bear if you can believe it!) and if the clothes smell as good coming out of the dryer as they did going in, I'm going to be a convert.

Again, to switch subjects, Beck and I don't really agree politically. I've got a serious hard on for Obama, she's all about Nader. We respect this about each other, but when I invited her to watch the debate tonight there was silence on the other end of the phone for a minute, then "Uhhh, hell no." Thank goodness for the internets; I'll be able to catch the debate there. John will be watching, too, so at least I'll have a play by play while assembling yet more furniture.

I'm off to get kids good and messy with flour and water. Have a great weekend!

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Rumors of my death...

Last night was craft night at my house, and by the time everyone left it was a tad too late to do my scheduled suicide via Shred. I'll be rocking the shred this afternoon or tonight, depending on how the kids are behaving.

A note: If you find unsalted peanuts of a questionable age in your pantry when you clean it out, DO NOT EAT THEM. I feel so funky...

E has requested that we "go out and do something" tonight so I think I'm going to buy the metal shelves for the craft room, take her out for some dinner, and then cart her back here for bath and bedtime. We might be meeting my friend Traci, or might not, I haven't heard yet. Either way, dinner! Shelves! Habitat for Humanity doesn't want the three things I'm giving away, so I'm calling the Kidney foundation next, and if that doesn't work I'm borrowing a truck and taking this stuff to Goodwill. I really want someone to come pick it up, though. It's heavy.

Ahh, but the kids are up!

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

I'm about to be a weeble

Indie Home Ec just posted an update on how "30 Day Shred" is going for her, along with an awesome corset bag she made herself. I know many friends who wear corsets; I wonder if they would like corset bags? Imma think on that awhile.

Oddly enough, right after I read her post I went to my mailbox, and there was a little red envelope from Netflix! And Shred was inside. I'm about to kick my own ass into shape, painfully, if all reviews can be trusted. Then I'm gonna stretch it the hell back out again!

I'm nuts!

In crafty news, I finally sold the pink and brown bag! I sent it with a Mom from the day care last night to "advertise" for me. She liked it so much she bought it! And all her co-workers wanted one, too, so I didn't take the listing off Etsy, I just put a note on it. If you get a chance, check it out and tell me if I should change it, OK? I plan on making a small ass load of these thins, since everyone prefers them to my jewelry. It was quite a thrill, though, having someone borrow my bag and not want to give it back. Plus, I just made some scratch for John's X-mas present.

~Totally random question here~What the holy hell can you make for guys? I have so much trouble making things for the Y chromosone. Any ideas?

E woke up at 4:15 am this morning, which is quickly becoming a trend. An early morning trend. Not happy about this trend in the over 30 side of the house, but I guess we're going to have to ride it out. Only 2 Cokes today! I really, really suck at self discipline. After the Coke runs out I'm switching to iced tea and sparkling water. It's the bubbles I love more than anything, really. The iced tea will keep me from dying of a caffeine headache, and off the bubbles will make me belch loud enough for all the kiddies here to cry they laugh so hard. It'll be a good thing for all of us.

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

I said wang

The tension rod in the doorway of my craft room just fell and wanged me on the head. Teething is in full effect. E was up at 5 am for some unknown reason, and stayed up. We're going to go outside!

Monday, September 22, 2008

Free Night and getting you up to date

Thanks for the wax removal tips-we'll see how that goes tonight. If nothing else Beans will be here this weekend and can help me clean up the mess I make from cleaning up the wax. Also, RE comments on my last post: I was so excited that Paul commented! And I got a laugh .4 seconds later when I saw who it really was....

Right now the two boys are doing what I like to call "Not sleeping." They are also not being quiet, and that irks me. They are supposed to sleep for the next half hour, but I really don't see that happening, so I might just give up. Silly little boys!

I'm on Coke #3 for the day. Not good. I'm trying to wean myself off the caffeine, but you can see how well that's going. Not bloody well. Gah.

I've figured out that no decision should ever be made in my life. Just when we decided to gear up for trying for baby #2, John has decided to go back to school to become a radiographer. Which is what your average guy on the street calls an X-Ray tech. Now, please don't misunderstand, I'm freaking ecstatic that my dude has finally figured out something he'd like to do that isn't radio. (RIP radio. We miss you.) The sound of his soul being killed by working in corporate America is an awful, keening wail that keeps me up at night. Luckily he only needs two quarters to get his operating license, and can continue schooling while working from that point on. The down side is that we need to figure out a few things as far as baby timing goes, because there is no fucking way I'm having a baby just as he starts school, etc. The classes for radiography all start in the summer, so we should be fine. The earliest I could have a kid, without bad early stuff, if I got knocked up next month, would be August, which should be well into his quarter. What I don't want to do is have a kid during his exam weeks, or when we are in that glorious little period between insurance A and insurance B. I'm going to need some help, and I don't want to hurt his schooling in the process. So, after tomorrow when the info for classes comes out we're going to look at a few things and decide the best time to have lots and lots of sex. YOU READ IT YOU CAN'T UN-READ IT! HA HAHA!

I'm really proud of John for doing this. It's going to be interesting, and I can't wait for him to get that first "A." He looked around, took his time, did some research, and decided what he'd be happiest doing. If only we all had that kind of reasoning ability! I seem to function on the "Oh hell let's try this now" operating principle. Not reasoned at all. Except for the planning the kid thing. I know how hard that is, and I have no desire to fuck that timing up.

And finally, the Free Night thing. I need some time to run around and do the things everyone else does throughout their day. I don't drive to or from work, have no lunch break to run errands, and if I do happen to be going somewhere, I seem to only have enough time to get where I need to go. So tonight is my free night, with no obligations or time limits, no child and no responsibilities. Well, I do have stuff I need to get done, but aside from that...

I'm going to get the plaque made for a friend. I'm going to see if I can find some roving to spin, a soap mold, and perhaps some witch hazel. Then I'm going to go home and start on my craft room, which is a huge mess and doesn't function as a craft room at all right now. I'm going to remove the dresser I currently keep my fabric in, the couch that is just sitting there with fabric piled all over it, and maybe move things around a bit. I have some "itso" stuff in mind to replace some of what I'm getting rid of. I'm not really sure how to do what I want, but something needs to be done. What I have right now does not work. Ugh. Craft room organization can be such a bitch!

Friday, September 19, 2008

My Mom!

My Mom gets a medal for all her help during the power outage, but she gets an freaking purple heart for this:

She's taking the girl after dance class tomorrow (9:30 AM!) and bringing her back Sunday around 10. That's 24 hours, give or take depending on how late she's running at any point. I love my kid, but holy cow! One whole day child free! I'm getting myself a fancy new haircut, some pink hair dye, some storage devices at The Container Store, and then I'm gonna have me a date day. We're doing some really sexy stuff, like selling books at Half Price Books, eating out, and grocery shopping.

I might be drunk the entire time, just because I can.

In more mundane news, I've started the boxes I'll be giving gifts in this year. They're the basic paper mache' boxes from JoAnn, which I am painting and decorating. Hopefully these will be re-used for years. If not, someone's getting a paper mache' box to the head.

Also, Ms. Beans has put some stuff from Moira and Alice on sale, and I might follow suit. You know, if I ever get over the lazy. I'm also going to a craft fair on December 5th, so I need to get cracking on that. And Halloween costumes, and diaper bags, ACK! I can't make a list-I'll get too overwhelmed and then I'll never do anything. One thing I really do need to get done, though, is get the red wax out of our bedroom carpet. Which sounds naughty, doesn't it? Nope, John and I were trying to read by candlelight and the %$##%^%$& candle holder just let the wax flow right onto the floor. Bastard candleholder. Meh.

Well, time to entertain the kiddies, snack time is over. Hope you have a great weekend!

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Well, it wasn't a tornado after all...

Ike came through here this weekend, and while it wasn't a tornado, it WAS the biggest windstorm our area has had in recorded history. The damage in our state was unprecedented according to NPR, the news I trust. (I'm sure Fox blamed this on Obama or liberals.) I was helping Grandma with her move on Sunday with E in tow, and was amazed at what I saw on my drive. There were trees flying across the road, lines down everywhere, power outages that seemed random and people acting like complete morons. (Big surprise there, eh?) The Halloween Store employee dressed as a deviled egg getting blown down and being rolled would have cracked my up if 1) I didn't feel so bad for her, and 2) I hadn't been fighting to keep my car from blowing off either side of the road.

When I got home Sunday evening, our power was out. We dined by candlelight on PB&J, got E to bed with her new flashlight, and set about enjoying the fun electricity-free night.

In our area there were more than 360,000 people without power for more than 2 days. The power went out across the board between 2:30 and 4:30 Sunday afternoon. The estimate for getting power back in our subdivision went from the 17th after 8 pm to the 23rd after midnight, but happily we got electricity back yesterday at 4:25. I have friends that are still waiting for power, and most of the crafty girls aren't going to make it tonight because getting everything cleaned up and back on track (like laundry, oh god the LAUNDRY!) takes so much time. Everyone I know lost a ton of food, because there was no ice to be found after the first few hours. We were lucky and were able to get our food to my parents, who live close by and didn't lose their power at all. They did lose part of their barn, a tree and a basketball hoop, and their neighbors lost a significant portion of their house when a tree fell on it. There are so many people in my immediate area that weren't as lucky as we were, and right now my thoughts are with them.

I kept the daycare going by heating water on a gas grill our neighbors brought over, and eating what we could keep in the cooler. Other neighbors brought ice-they still had power, too. Stoplights were down all over the place, and the whole "4 way stop when the light is out" idea finally kicked in by day two. I had to go to a doctor's appointment Monday, and I wish I would have remembered my camera, because not only could I show you the weirdness and destruction, but I could have also made the trip more productive, since the office I went to was empty and without power. It was also seemingly abandoned; I wonder how long it will take to get all the patients rescheduled? Answer: A long, long time.

John and I had the night off last night to celebrate our 7 year anniversary, which was Monday the 15th. (Power outage kind of killed the celebration, you know?) We got married 4 days after September 11th, so having no power and rolling with the punches seemed like it was appropriate. Anyway, we went out to grab some wine and beer at our local grocery, and walked down aisles and aisles that were empty. No meat, no produce, no frozen food, very little left of canned goods, etc. Plenty of wine and beer, though! Then we watched some Sopranos and listened to some old punk before we went to bed. I think John will be guest blogging here from time to time; we talked about whilst not sober last night, and it's an idea I like a lot.

OK, guys. I'm beat, the kids are finally sleeping and I have to go to the dentist soon. I'm going to lay down for 15 minutes, and then get moving. Well, once Mom gets here with E to relieve me. I'll get my thoughts in order and write some more tonight or tomorrow. I hope you have electricity and hot water.

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Not a tornado

But the wind here is INSANE right now. I just saw a kid go flying by. I'm chaining E to a big rock so we won't lose her if the roof blows off.

Friday, September 12, 2008

Funny Friday

Right now I'm watching two one year old dudes throw little plastic animals around and giggle. We've decided to have "funny Friday" here today, where everyone giggles, and everyone hugs, and everyone smiles and rolls on the rug. (paraphrased Shel Silverstein there, just so ya know) So here's a little funny for you:

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Thursday, September 11, 2008

Looking back, forward, and side to side (head spinning)

OK, as promised to Hollylynne, the Goth Post.

I was a Goth, but not today's wash and wear goth. Oh, no no no. I was a little grunge punk goth, with heavy black eyeliner around my eyes and lips. I, to this day, do not know how to put on eyeliner without making little cat-eye flips at the end. I also do not know how to use real lip liner. I used black eye liner to shade my lips the way I wanted, then I filled in with red or red sparkly lip stick. It gave me a very nice large eyes/small pouty lips effect.

I wore black corsets, yes. But mostly I drew little stick men falling off cliffs on my pants, lots of black self-ripped, tight or revealing tops, and baggy shorts or pants. I wore black combat boots with dresses, dyed my hair many different colors, and regularly told people to fuck off. (To be fair, I still do that. Just not to the kids or their parents.) I listened to Nine Inch Nails, but aside from the Industrial music I had a penchant for, I didn't discriminate musically. There were other kids I knew that were very insistent that you had to wear this or that, had to listen to certain bands, or had to act a certain way to be goth/punk/grunge. I disagreed. Still do. I made my own stuff because it was fun just as much as because I lived on a freaking farm and had no way to get anywhere. Plus, I had to sneak my stuff out of the house to wear...you know how it goes.

When I was in High School we moved to a little farm town, where I shit you not, the was a place called "Fling Hardware." It was bad enough that there were cows across the street from the high School, but when I saw that hardware sign, I knew my life was over. I also knew that I had a chance to recreate myself again, which is a wonderful thing kids that move a lot get to do over and over.

Away from the influence of John, I was a little lost. I ended up dating a football player because something about him made me want to rip my pants off. I have no idea what the hell was wrong with me aside from hormones, but COME ON! I look back and want to smack myself in the face. A lot. Over a long period of time. I dated this guy until college (smack!) and then, despite the fact that we hadn't "officially" broken up, I reclaimed my wild side. At this point I defy all classification. But I smoked a lot, drank a lot, tried a lot of mind altering substances, and inhaled most of all. It was my first time off the farm. Boy, did I biff hard. (Biff: verb, to fail, fall, embarrass oneself, crack one's noggin whilst drinking.)

There were only a few good things I received from college, bong assembly aside:
  1. Beck. I kept exactly one friend from college, and if I never make another I'd be fine, because this girl rocks.
  2. I found out about betrayal. I learned that people are not all nice, and that sometimes there is no closure. You can love someone, live with them, sleep with them, give them all you've got, and they will still steal from you, cheat on you, and beat you up. This was a very valuable lesson.
  3. I found out that college is no longer a place to explore your interests freely, and changing your location does not necessarily mean that you will find yourself, or figure out what you want to do with your life, or that anyone will care either way as long as you pay your bill.
  4. Finally, I discovered that people had lied to me about all sorts of things. Like how football parties are for football players and cheerleaders only, or that pot can make you kill a man.
After three years I left, deciding that I wasn't getting the education I wanted. I was getting an education, but it was more about social interaction and failure. I got a job in a museum, an apartment, and after a couple of years I went back to school on my own. I got an Associate's in Hospitality Management, instead of Art, which is really what I wanted to do. I listened to my Dad, who told me I'd never get a job with art. Now I wish I'd gone to school for Home Ec. Well, hindsight's 20/20, right?

In 16 days I'm going to put some pink streaks in my hair. I may panic at the last moment and go green or fire red or blue, but I'm going to punk-up a little. Beck's coming down for the weekend, and we're going to change her hair to white or something close. Perhaps we are sharing a small early mid-life crisis? I do not care. We are both bucking the system and trying to shove our dreams into reality. If you look around there are lots of people that are trying to do the same. Lots, but not nearly as many as are just working for the weekend. That makes me sad for humanity sometimes. How easily we adapt to be cogs in a machine, and finally the machine gets so big we no longer even know it's there.

So, I'm going to have fun when Beck comes into town. Then I'm going to climb back on the roller coaster that is us trying to get another kid into this world. Nuts, I know. But I think the time is right, and John's been pretty eager for another little one. I'm not going to get any less crazy, and the meds I'm on I can stay on through the first trimester, which is the scary part.

There's a plan. If I miscarry, I will NOT let the doc tell me to go back to work the next day. I will allow myself the time I need to grieve and get my head straight. I will ask for help if I need it. I'm glad I have a month to prepare myself, though. Even though getting preggers and having a kid is so basic and natural, for me it seems to be like playing Russian Roulette, except with my lady bits and brain chemicals. Come on GOOD HORMONES!

Damn, that's a long post!

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Burrito night is making me hungry!

John is chopping zucchini, squash, onions, garlic, and more for our yummy veggie burritos tonight. I am sitting at the computer salivating and not helping him at all. E is eating unsalted cashews and being her little self, which alternates between super sweet, demanding and wailing banshee. She goes back to the doctor yet fucking again tomorrow to make sure the ear infection is gone. We're also going to have her checked for a bladder infection and any signs of a concussion.

Oh, did I mention the fall off the bench onto concrete at the zoo? Fell straight back, head first. Fell asleep in my arms as I was running to the first aid station. How the hell my hair is not completely white by now is beyond me. Anyway, all the checks after the fall have been OK, but she appears to have some major headaches going on, and a goose egg nearly the size of my fist on the back of her head. Which she keeps bumping. Poor girl. Except before she fell she had been warned no less than 20 times (no exaggeration here, there were three of us) to stop messing around on the bench or she was going to fall. I really wanted to issue the "Now do you understand why you have to listen to Mommy?!" statement after a few hours had passed, but by then I was just too exhausted and feeling too much pity for my girl. I've had several concussions, and I know the head pain. I settled for lots and lots of hugs and kisses. Do not enter parenthood, ye friends, unless you are ready to have the world scare you and kick your ass daily. It also rocks daily, but the ass kicking? No one really warns you about that. BE WARNED!

So I actually did help John with dinner, he needed it. And now it's time to eat!

Monday, September 8, 2008

Box o' Joy! And Halloween in coming!

We've had Netflicks for something like 5 years now, and we really enjoy the service. Unfortunately the "30 Day Shred" DVD I've been waiting for has a "short wait" and so I remain un-toned and flabby. John has been talking about the Netflicks Box from Roku for awhile, and has been looking for them in stores from time to time. The "Box" as we like to call it, allows you to watch anything available for instant viewing online to be transmitted to your TV.

Super cool! Also: my computer spell check needs to alert me to every "fro" I write. I rarely mention fro's, so just let me know I keep fucking up the word "for," OK?

Anyway, you can put something like 422 movies on your instant queue, and aside from the $100 or so ( I do not know the actual price, but it's around there) all the content is free. There are documentaries out the ass, movies galore, though not quite the selection you can get through the mail. But you're still getting your mail movies, too! It's win win. And I love our box so very much. Because not only do you get movies and documentaries, cartoons and more, you also get an impressive collection of workout selections. 30 Day Shred is, sadly, not instantly available, but a whole bunch of other awesome DVDs are. I currently have a series of 10 minute workouts, and once I can do those without crying, I'm going to move on to one of the DVDs by the same lady who does 30 Day Shred. There's yoga, dance, pilates, kickboxing, the list is huge. I tried the 10 minute abs for beginners, and if I needed any sort of reminder that I am no longer in champion swimmer state, that 10 minutes of ouch was it.

I have a mini vacation this week, with 3 of the kids on vacation. So I only have three to watch. Given my druthers, this would probably be the amount of kids I would watch. Stupid money. I had a rather intense all day panic attack on Friday, and I'm still getting some aftershocks. This bought is not nearly as intense, and I am grateful for that. There's a lot going on, like that time f the month (which seems to fit the pattern for these stupid attacks), my Grandmother suddenly needs to move from the house she lives in with my Aunt and cousin into an apartment on her own (she's 84?) and John and I are talking about kids again. There's more, but my guess is that are the big ones triggering this round. But it's going to be OK. And the mini-vacation seems timed perfectly, doesn't it? A little break just when I need it. Thanks Deity!

I picked out the pattern and material for my Halloween costume. It's The Green adult one WITHOUT the hat.) The theme of our friend's party is Folklore from around the world (didn't know that when I got my stuff) and friends decided I'll be Brigid. As long as I don't look like a carrot, I'll be happy. The material is a very pretty honey orange...which I will try to find a link to. And I have failed.

I also let E pick out material for her cape. She wants to be Cinderella, but I'll be damned if I let the kid anywhere near the Disney version. She has decided she needs to wear an old play dress that someone gave us. It's a light blue silky material. She also wants to wear her "glass shoes" which are black dress shoes, and since the dress is short and short-sleeved (and likely to be more so by October) I decided to make her a cape to help her keep warm. I tried to steer her towards velvet, or brocade, or any other warm and pretty fabric. She picked a beutiful faux silk type dark blue for the lining, and skeleton heads with silver glitter eyes for the outside.

This is our girl-the line runs true. John and I are horror freaks, and she is, without much encouragement, following our path. TOO COOL! I just need to sew the cape togther and I'll share a picture. My friend Lauren helped my get it laid out, planned and cut yesterday. Man, hanging out with all the cool ladies I know has been great, but the fact that they have knowledge and share it is more than I had hoped for.

Well, off to lunch prep and eating. I hope your weekend was fun!

Friday, September 5, 2008

Thursday, September 4, 2008

Ladies, this is for you.

I love being the female of the species. All the extras are great: Babies! Boobs! Shaving 70% of your body for someone who may or may not look like a yeti! You can guess where this one is going, can't you?

This particular time of the month sucks, and it sucks both on and off toast. The wonderful adventures of bloating, sweating, cramping and hormones! The craving wine and chocolate! Willing to kill anything with a penis for very silly reasons, acne, tender tummy; there are so many reasons to rejoice! Not the least of which is that I feel like something someone squatted behind a tree to produce, with the added benefit of bleeding for a week, give or take.

There should be a song, like Kumbayah or other campfire favorites, that we could get together and sing during this time. I'm thinking something with a catchy title, like "Yes I'm on the rag, so back off before I brain you with the nearest solid object" or "Shut the fuck up, asshole" or even "Why the hell am I crying" and last but not least "Pain and bleeding and bloating and tired and I don't even get a medal?!" I know, the Grammys or whatever the hell award they hand out for songwriting skills? It's just waiting for me.

Tonight I'm going to take a bath, watch a Sopranos with John and go to bed. At a reasonable hour. I get into these funks where I stay up later and later and later, and then I crash hard. I need to stop myself before I get sick, so tonight we're forcibly resetting my clock with Ambien. I should be more cheerful tomorrow.

There's so much I could write about...Dooce, Netflicks, Politics, Food, craft, etc. Instead I'm going to go gnaw on something, drink ginger ale and wait for my kid to get back from Grandma's house. Please oh please let her be in a good mood!

Monday, September 1, 2008

Head smash

Well, I'm done talking about politics for a while. I keep forgetting how nuts people get during an election year, and so I'm going to keep that out of here for a bit. Let's talk about, idunno, say, sewing?

I'm back in the saddle.

I started on a bookbag/back pack (She was very specific in her desire for a back pack.) last night for the three year old in the daycare. She's coming here tomorrow after school because she MUST tell me how her first day of school was. I'm so excited for her! So I let her pick out fabric and I am making her the best back pack ever. I'm also making a diaper bag for her mom to give as a gift. It's been really fun to get back to my machine. It's been really fun to do most things lately. Even the whining is easier to tolerate sometimes. Now, if I could shake this cold, everything would be comin' up Milhouse.

I'm woefully behind on Etsy stuff, mostly because we haven't sold anything yet, and it's depressing. I know it'll come, but in the mean time I'm too busy to do anything about it, but not to busy to get a little disenheartened. (Is that really a word? Too lazy to get the dictionary...) I need to get my friend RavennaBlue's (? I need to figure out how to spell her line name, too. I suck!) stuff listed, my jewelry measured and edited, and I'm sure there's more. I'm dedicating every evening this week to getting shit done. Seriously. Dude.

I guess that means I'd better get started on housework, so's I can do crafty stuff the rest of the week. Right now John's outside staining our fence, which has been a mother of a project. Laundry's going, I'm about to sweep, mop, vacuum, and steam clean. Then I'll work on sanitizing and toy/supply preparation and organization. And dinner. I love free days! This day means I don't have to do this all this week, I can get it out of the way now. Sweet, sweet long weekend. I hope your was a blast! Tomorrow I'll tell you about taking E to the Lion King show. Not the cartoon!