Friday, October 31, 2008

Wait for it...

If you ever want to know why I almost always buy the easy pattern, it's because I was able to make this in just over three hours last night. It goes past my feet, the sleeves are sparkly and it's so comfortable to wear! The lack of excellent pictures is due largely to the herd of children wanting to "help" me take the picture.

And squee! It's super early, so we kind of want to be cautious, but John and I are both kind of over the moon anyway. So, that's a no go on the drinking tomorrow night. Hooray!!!!!!

And sorry to everyone, I've used all the exclamation points again.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN! And have a great weekend. Yay yay yay!

Thursday, October 30, 2008

Mario hat craftiness

Here's John's Mario hat. It's much more cheerful than the Danger Boy from yesterday, who has been an angel today. Of course.

My model nearly broke her neck getting to the hat so I could take her picture. She's a ham, can you tell? No? Well, she is.

Front view!

Thanks for listening to yesterday's rant; little dude had me crying by the end of the day out of frustration. His mom told me that "he takes getting into things to a whole new level." Hell yes.

In other crafty news, I managed to get my costume cut out last night. I realized the reason I hate sewing with normal patterns is cutting around that horrible tissue paper. The patterns are so cool, but trying to cut them out accurately is not a strength of mine. But! I can start sewing at nap time today (if it happens) and will hopefully finish up tonight. If not I'm going to need the kids to nap tomorrow, because that will be the time I have left to finish it. It's so pretty, though! Even not assembled. I can't wait to show you!

And now, non-crafty news. I had a dream last night about pregnancy, falling asleep in a bathtub, the ex-boyfriend who signals transition through dreams, and lasagna. John was there, too. So, tomorrow being an auspicious day I'm going to go ahead and take a test. If nothing else it will let me know whether or not I can drink at the Halloween party on Saturday. So, we'll all know tomorrow, because I couldn't find out without telling you!

Well, that's all I've got for now. I'm going to go eat some spaghetti, get the kids to sleep and sew like a mad woman. Keeping my mind occupied is essential.

Happy pre-Halloween!

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Assholes come in all sizes

One of the bloggers I read religiously is All and Sundry. There's a link over on the side there if you're interested. Linda always speaks openly and honestly about raising kids, her life as Mom, wife, person that is neither of those things and so on. Because of her honesty she is often lambasted by other Mommy Bloggers (I hate that term) for her choices, as if there was only one correct way to do any one thing at any one time.

The thing I love best about Linda's writing is how accurately she describes what it's like to deal with children. You love them, but they can still be real bastards sometimes. Feeling like your kid needs shipped to Siberia after no sleep for three months in a row is normal, acting on this impulse is not. Sometimes writing about it helps ease the temptation to drop your kid off at your parent's house, ring the doorbell and speed away, laughing.

Case in point, there is a little boy here I adore. But he has been the biggest asshole EVER today. He keeps doing things he knows he is not supposed to do, like standing up on chairs and tables, pulling things out of drawers, and pulling things off the table. This is a developmental stage he needs to go through, but he's going through it for the longest amount of time I ever experienced. His Mom told me today that they are having no more children based on this aspect of his personality alone. The final straw was when I went into the bathroom to turn on the water for someone, walked back out and found him pulling things off the counter with both hands. The last of which was my camera. I have a nice camera, and there was no way he should have been able to reach it UNLESS he pulled everything around it off, too. Which he did. I yelled "NO!" as my camera hit the floor and the zoom lens bent sideways. The child them proceeded to run head-first into a cabinet, jump up, run to the coffee table, climb up it (as I was picking up my camera) and as I was turning around he jumped, smiling, off the table onto a basket.

He now has a shiner. My camera may or may not be OK. The kid's OK aside from the eye bruise, but you can see why I could easily start looking for a pack of wild dogs to raise him, can't you? To top it all off he's the screamer. I'm hoping this just seems a little more intense because of hormones, but man oh man could I use a stiff drink right now.

So, the guy that cuts you off in traffic? The co-worker who is rude, wears too much perfume or is constantly back-stabbing? Chances are they made someone miserable as a child, too. This little guy, though, I'm sure he's going to grow up to be a sweet, gentle young man. Who sky dives or hang glides or base jumps. But he'll cuddle you after!

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Full disclosure

OK. In the interest of being open and honest about pregnancy with you: we're spooked.

I know that this could be perceived as normal, given our 1 for 4 record, but it's a significant shift in attitude for us. We've always been excited and optimistic about pregnancy, but this time I haven't even taken a test yet. We both don't want to know yet. If I take a test today, when my period could, in theory, start, and the test is positive, I'll get all excited. If my period starts in a week or two, I'll know I was just a little pregnant, and am now not. In addition to the hormones, I'll have a feeling of loss again.

On the other hand, my cycle has never been within throwing distance of regular, so if I don't take the test and my period starts in two weeks, I won't know either way.

There's pros and cons to both strategies. Either way I'm stuck feeling like a nervous soon-to-be-father in one of those old TV shows or movies: pacing around and (wishing I was) smoking like a chimney. Did I ever tell you that after, what is it now, 6 years, I still miss smoking? I do, and I also digress. Not knowing sucks, but knowing for us may suck just as much. I'm actually, honestly stuck on this one. Should I test? Should I not? I've spotted a little today...good or bad? History says BAD! Books say No Big Deal! I don't know what the OB-GYN says, because his office already knows I'm a basket case, and I do not need to reinforce their beliefs further. And the first question they will ask is "Have you taken a test?" My answer to that may well drive the poor old lady that works there insane. Insaner. All her pens already have fake flowers taped to the top. I do not need to push that woman any farther over the edge.

So I'm going to sew like a maniac tonight and just pretend my tea is a big ass bottle of wine. At least my seams have a 50/50 chance of ending up straight this way, right?

Pictures, as promised.

My camera is either draining batteries in a very vampire-like fashion, or it's time for me to get some new rechargeables. Or the charger is going. In any case, I was only able to get 2 good pictures of the cape. It's reversible, and pretty warm. Hooray!

Here's the pumpkin patch, complete with stone pig bench...

John finds his first pumpkin. He is proud.

Here's a night shot, just before the camera died yet again. John's is the one with x's for eyes, E's has three eyes, and mine's the surly one. Once the batteries are charged again I'll take a day photo.

Nap time! Newsboy hat and starting to pin my costume (sadly, to cut it out) for me!

Monday, October 27, 2008

Weekend in speed review

Weird, wonderful and tiring.

We went to the pumpkin patch. Aces! Three awesome pumpkins, now carved and out on the porch. The seeds were toasted and are delicious. I ate so many the inside of one of my cheeks is tender.

E went through a whiny bought, but is recovering nicely. We went to one of the day care kid's birthday parties over the weekend, and I'm proud of my child for not acting like that kid did. She's a sweet one, but spoiled. I am sending positive energy to her parents.

If pride goes before the fall, I'm about to step off a cliff. I all but finished E's cape this weekend, and I added a hood. She's going to look great. I'm going to perma-stitch the gathers at the top during nap, and sew on the magnetic clasp. After nap I'm going to take a picture and post it, because I think it turned out really, really well for having used no pattern. Also, I have been informed that Blue Beetle is not really the child of The Beatles; that was a joke from Tiny Titans. He's a dude with an alien backpack and suit. I had no idea.

Tonight I'm going to finish John's Mario hat. We found his overalls at TSC (Tractor Supply Company-great place if you like farm stuff!) and he's going to get his red shirt tomorrow. While he's getting said shirt he's also going to pick up a blue sweat suit for out Ms. Beetle because it's goddam snowing here. I want to go to CA right the hell now. I hate the cold!

Aside from that all I have left to do is sew my entire costume by Friday. HA! Yeah, wish me luck on that one. Stupid procrastination/sickness.

What about you? How was your weekend?

Friday, October 24, 2008


Holly Lynne left a comment on my last post regarding the desire for another child. She's not the first to ask me about my sanity (although she didn't actually ask about my sanity, but I lack the skill to create another segue at this juncture) in regards to having another child while John is going back to school and I'm running a day care. The short answer is that there really is no good time to have a kid. You either do it or you don't, because if you wait for everything to be right you'll be retired before you even start trying.

This motherhood thing,though, it's tough. There's no way to adequately prepare anyone for it, or even for childbirth, because it's so unique and personal to each woman who experiences it. That's part of the beauty and mystery of being a Mom. It's also what makes it so fucking scary. But motherhood isn't impossible. Just remember, those of you that are going to have kids, that you will fuck up. If you're lucky it won't be a big fuckup, but come on. None of us are perfect. We try our best, but to err is human. The most important things about being a Mom are love, kindness, patience, flexibility and forgiveness. Things will not go according to plan. You will feel bad about some of your decisions. You will be tested in ways too hard to describe. Through it all, if you do your best, love your kid and forgive yourself for your lack of perfection, you'll be fine.

My girl has made me lay on the floor crying from exhaustion. Last night she had me laying on the floor crying because she wrote a song about me on the way home from dinner. I bought her knitting needles and she also wrote a song about those, and the orange nail polish I painted on her and her friends. I get overwhelmed sometimes by how much I can love and adore one small person who can go from screaming to cuddling without even breathing. I still can't believe she came from my body, that she is a little of me and a little of John, and a little of every person in our family that came before us. She is trying. She is stubborn. She is wonderful, and like I said to Holly Lynne, I would gladly be hit by a truck just to know that she is safe.

The one thing that I've re-discovered since becoming a Mom is how to just do what needs to be done. It's amazing! You can be coasting on 10 hours of sleep for the week, up to your ass in dirty laundry and diapers and things to do, and all you want to do is collapse in a pile of wine, chocolate and blissful sleep, but you keep going. One smile of your spawn will do that. A hug? Dude, you can finish your basement on hug energy. It heals. So when I think about the hard days ahead, the ones where I'm home alone and exhausted with two kids at night and a husband in school, I know we'll be OK. I may smell bad, my house may look like New Orleans on a bad month, and we might be eating PB & J 4 out of 5 meals, but we'll do it. And in the end, the one person I have the most to live up to for will have a friend and conspirator for my later years. She'll have one other person in this world who can relate to her odd experiences growing up; someone she can share stories and memories with, laugh with and depend on. (I hope.) So I may be crazy, but I'm crazy like a fox.

E has drawn her first super hero! It's Blue Beatle. I know nothing about him, other than the fact that he's supposed to be the child of The Beatles, and he's blue. She loves him, and wants to be him for Halloween now. These little ones, they'll change you, love you, make you better and drive you crazy. Kids are wonderful. They are not for everyone, because you have to sacrifice your life as you know it, and you won't get it back. Ever. But you will get so many wonderful things in return, and it'll be worth every minute.

Have a great weekend!

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Mt. Laundry at 14,000 feet

Well, it's better...E horked again last night, chocolate soy ice cream no less. Gaaaah. I had to steam clean it up. The smell, oh God the smell...

So the mountain of laundry no longer towers above my head. I now have a "don't look; I don't want to know" policy with my laundry. What with the day care's daily gross factor plus viruses and other nasties running around, I don't know what laundry has been puked on, peed on, pooped on, or worse. Yesterday I found what looked like a puddle in my kitchen, but when I went to wipe it up it was thick. At this point I just grab a load, shove it in, add liberal amounts of cleaning agents and turn on the warmest water I can use without turning all our stuff one color. Then I wash my hands, drink some gingerale and try not to think about it.

Our wonderous bodies! So full of disgusting fluids and abilities! Miracle of life!

To change the subject, I'm back to knitting. It seemed wrong to knot when it was warm out, but now that it's cooled down I've got the urge to just sit and knit all the time. The problem is that all I do is knit, I can't even purl. It's really sad. To this end I checked out a book I found at the Library last night: "Knitting With Balls." I thought it was a kind of "one skein wonder" type of book, but it was actually a book for men who knit. And miracle of miracles, I can understand the instructions and illistrations. I know I think like a guy sometimes, but maybe it's the ADHD or the fact that I prefer power tools to scrapbooking, but this book just seems to make sense to me in a way no other knitting bok ever has before. I found a pattern for a face cover thing for my dad, fingerless gloves for me! and something for John...I know he doesn't read this anymore, but just in case I'm not telling yet.

So tonight I'm either going to craft night to knit, or I'm going out to a quiet place to knit and eat cheese fries. In either case, I'm not freaking doing any freaking laundry freaking tonight.

Sunday, October 19, 2008

It's contagious

John has the plague now. I'm making him take tomorrow off work, I've closed the daycare for another day, and I'm also making E lay down and watch the Cinderella ballet from Netflix. Aside from wanting to scratch some of my skin off, I'm doing a ton better. Poor John, though. He never gets sick and is miserable.

Well, I need to go douse my entire house with bleach. Then another nap...

Saturday, October 18, 2008

In which the author tries to remove her own dermis

Hallo Constant Reader!

Sorry it's been so long since my last post. I was thwarted Wednesday by two children who had just recovered from food poisoning, the younger of which started barfing early and often. Thursday was busy, but I don't remember why. I had intended to write about the debate, but that obviously didn't happen. Thursday night at 10 PM E let us know her tummy hurt. By 11 she was horking full blast.

Guess what? It wasn't food poisoning. Those kids had the plague.

E stopped with the barf around 4 am, at which time I began. Let's just say Friday was a long day.

A long day that culminated in me getting hives from head to toe.

I went to the doc this morning, and was given steriods! Which, to present, seem to have done exactly shit. It turns out whatever made me so sick I am also allergic to. There may be justice in this world, and if this is payback, I'M SORRY! JUST TELL ME WHAT I DID~I'LL MAKE IT BETTER! I'm supposed to call on Monday if I'm not better. In the meanwhile I'm fantasizing about scooting my entire body across the carpet for one good scratch.

On the way home this morning John kept telling me "Not to itch" which means don't scratch in midwestern-ease, and I kept thinking of creative ways for him to die. I look like a mad scientist's experiment gone wrong, I feel like scratching my own skin off, and I'm not supposed to itch? DIE DIE DIE!!!!!!

At least the benadryl has been keeping me safely asleep so that I can do no harm to either of us. E barfed again after dinner, but I think that was a case of too much food too soon. On the up side, she barfed on John. We have a good relationship, my husband and I. John took it in stride, adn after a shower got our little one her bath and into bed. I took an oatmeal bath with two packets of oatmeal stuff, and am now contemplating a glass of wine to knock my ass out again.

Now, I know I've made the whole hives thing sound alluring, but please, do not go out and get hives. That would be a Bad Choice. Instead, get drunk for me. It's a much better way to spend your time, and I'll feel better vicariously. I prefer white, sweet wine but anything but rum will do. If you drink rum I'll start horking again, I swear.

When we got home from the doctor there was a full out fight for about 25 seconds: I wanted sympathy and John wasn't doing it correctly. He's been keeping his distance in an effort to avoid the plague, and I was feeling abandoned. He couldn't even take the day off work Friday, so E went with my mom and I tried to fend for myself. In reality, all I needed was a hug, and John fixed that. He tries really hard, but he's not always the best nurse. He did find some really good veggie bullion, and has generously made me some of the blandest food known to humanity. Gotta love the man for trying.

I was supposed to go to a silver ring making class today, but decided that was madness. 3 hours of itching and telling people to get away from me, I might be sick! I hope I either get e refund or another class. I was really looking forward to that one!

I wish I had more, or something important, to say. All I've got left is that I recommend Ivarest, which really does stop itching. They don't make it in gallon jugs, though, more's the pity. Also, I hope your weekend is a hell of a lot better than mine. Tell me, what'd you do? You, yes you, the one not scooting across the carpet, full body style.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

I was driving home last night, trying to put the hot mustard on my egg roll while driving in the dark, burning my mouth with hot egg roll and wondering just when I had become immune to spicy mustard. I got my hair cut short(er), it's got some really snazzy purple streaks, and now takes a pea-sized amount of shampoo to wash. I made myself a new necklace, which I should have taken a picture of and yet did not, featuring my fertility lady. I wore her throughout my pregnancy with E, and figured it was time to put her back on. She immediately broke a few bad habits, and prevented me from engaging in some questionable behaviors. I can't go into detail, but I'm living and eating healthy from now on out. Putting on the fertility symbol always feels like an instant switch to me, transferring from god to Goddess, from mom to Mom, from trying to get pregnant to Ready To Be Pregnant. Perhaps it's an outward symbol of an inward readiness. I don't know. I do know that when I put her on I feel like I'm putting on armor. Which is pretty cool.

Back to the egg rolls-I went out to get my hair cut and get some non-vegan food because I need a haircut as much as I needed to get away from my husband. I love this man, I adore and need this man, but he still makes me want to chew my own head off on a regular basis. I think that some degree of this comes with any long term committed relationship; it's unavoidable when you've spent long amount of time listening to someone else snore, learned all their nervous habits and have repeatedly asked them not to scrape their teeth on their fork when they eat. (uuugh-shudder) As long as the love is more powerful than the annoying ticks, you're doing OK. But when you've spent several weeks trying to track down his old, beloved buddy from high school, and you've finally found a phone number and you're just about to call it to see if maybe a bunch of the guys could get together around the holidays and you're guy is sitting beside you and suddenly tells you to stop ~ mumbling later something about not needing to revisit his past ~ you might want to throw something at him. Because you were doing something nice, something you thought he'd really love, he was in the dude's wedding, after all, and instead you get a bunch of "thanks, but no thanks" and very little reason behind it. He also hid his college transcripts from me and actually, no shit, said "Mine."

Really, dude? Are you serious? I do almost all the housework, am getting ready to probably get hemmoriods so that we can have another child, I scrub toilets and showers and wash your underwear, and my attempt to look at your transcripts with you after setting up your appointment with the college and getting a bunch of info about the program and its requirements for you, your reply is "Mine?" Needless to say, if I am pregnant it didn't happen last night. I was too irrationally irritated.

Moving on: tonight I will be finishing a blanket for one of my families. I will be watching something on our Netflix box and making gifts. I will also go to the pharmacy to pick up my %$#@^#^% meds, which will run upwards of $70. They keep me from actually throwing things at my beloved husband's head, though, so they are worth it. He really is a wonderful guy, if a bit perplexing at times. Maybe I'll put makeup on him while he's sleeping this weekend. That'll make me feel a LOT better.

Thursday, October 9, 2008

That One

Promised pictures and a thought or two

Recycled bows! My friend Karen came over last night to help me make a few of these. I made two and a half, she made at least three, one out of a picture of a plate of meat. I'll give that bow to her, Beck or my mother in law.

This is the first one I made. They're really easy, recycle, and are cheap to make. All you need:
  • brads (for paper! Not the Pitt kind. You'd never get ANYTHING made with a Pitt around, would you?)
  • old magazine
  • scissors
You cut the magazine page into long strips, then cut those in half. Then you make a little ribbon and stick the brad through. Repeat and repeat and repeat. I recommend watching a movie or being inebriated while doing this. Maybe turn it into a drinking game. It's pretty and great, but it's also boring as hell. I found having an interesting conversation going on helped, until I gave up making bows and just had the conversation.

Here's the cheat soap. It's a cucumber avocado melt n' pour soap, with cucumber melon scent, sweet almond oil and apricot seeds added. Like I said, I'm really not making soap. I'm cheating. but I can get anywhere from 10 to 13 bars of soap for a $15 dollar investment, and it's mostly handmade. I'd love to actually make soap for real, but I hesitate to deal with anything caustic while being me. I'd lose an eye for sure.

This picture is one I just had floating around my computer. It cracks me up. It should crack up my friends, too, because those are the kinds of friends I have.

I've been slowly coming to some realizations about my friends and relationships lately. I don't have a huge list of friends, and never have. What I DO have is a small list of people I would take a bullet for, and that make me laugh and feel good about myself and the world. I don't have the time or energy for people who do not do these things, therefore, I do not have the long list of friends. I'm fine with that. To be honest, I'm really happy about the kinds of friends I have. I know the old adage is "If you love something, set it free" and in most cases that's true. But when it comes to friends and possessions, I work the other way. If I don't really love you, I'm going to let you go. There are also people I love dearly that I choose not to be around, because they will not deal with their problems. We've all got 'em, but I refuse to watch someone I love hurt themselves over and over again. I don't know what they should do, but the definition of crazy is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result. I try very hard not to be judgmental; to have a live and let live policy on life, the universe and everything. Sometimes I can do that, sometimes I have to walk away. I don't want you telling me what to do, so logically you don't want me telling you how to live your life, either. And I am not the best at keeping my mouth shut when it should be, in those cases I need a little distance to gain perspective to shut the hell up already.

I have lots of friends that are going through some really weird and tough stuff right now. One friend is divorcing. Another is trying to get more time and attention from the person they love. Another is engaged in a metaphorical arm wrestling match about control in the relationship. I want to be there, to be supportive for all these people. Beck has listened to me, saved my ass and helped me out a million times, but rarely asks for help. She knows I'll be there, though, and that's what important to me. That my friends know they can always call. That I'll give them my shirt if they need it. That I will love them unconditionally. We don't need to agree politically, or about most things. We agree on the Big Stuff, like love and peace and agreeing to disagree.

I'm having some trouble, though. There are a few people I know and have counted as friends for a while now, but I feel like I've been misled. People who say one thing but do another, and more than the usual amount of that. We all behave this way to a certain extent; it's a social necessity. This goes beyond the norm, though. So I'm debating: do I love them for who they really are? Because I feel like I was deceived at the outset. The person I knew and cared about was never real, as much as the person inside might have wanted to be this other. I trusted, and was betrayed and a myriad of tiny ways, until I saw clearly for the first time just how different the person was from what they had presented themselves as. I just ended with a preposition, didn't I? Ah, hell. I guess my dilemma is this: how do you know who to keep? Some of the deceptions were major enough that the people involved are already gone, but what about the other stuff? Is there an amount by which you can measure? What tips the scale from live and let live to live and let live somewhere else? I don't know, so I'm going to be like Pooh and Think for a While. And go melt some more cheater soap, mix stuff in and put it into molds.

I hope your day is simple and pleasant and fun.

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

My sleep hurt me

So the debate didn't crash and burn, and I got a McCain bingo. I quit after that because I wasn't interested in getting drunk, or getting frustrated. In the end I just ended up going to sleep after the debate was over, which was perfect.

Except I chewed on my tongue in my sleep.

It's something I've done before-I grind my teeth in my sleep sometimes, and in that grinding I sometimes bite the bejeezus out of my tongue. Like last night, where I turned the right side of my face into a lake of pain. I did get into my pants without them being tight this morning, though, so I guess it all evens out. Not looking forward to the liquid diet for the next few days, but it's better than aggravating my face further, and the pants? Totally worth face pain!

Nothing much is going on, aside from a rainy, gray and cold day here. I love these kinds of days! The kids can maybe watch a documentary, I can make some soap Christmas presents, and hopefully the rain will last all day so that we can listen to it. We have a Winnie the Pooh book at the ready, soup to be made, and lots of fun inside stuff to do.

I love rainy days! I hope you have a good one soon. I'm off to use the camera!

Tuesday, October 7, 2008


I'm sitting in my bedroom on the laptop.

I have a bottle of wine (not pregnant yet. Scared as hell), 2 blue markers, 8 copies of McCain bingo, a knitty knoddy (not sure how to spell it), some yarn I spun 15 or so years ago and a nervous tummy.

As Bernie Mac used to say: "Please, America." Please don't let me down.

I was going to try and knit something with the yarn, but I'd forgotten that 15 years ago I'd apparently been trying to spin thread, so I have enough yarn to knit half of one booty. For a newborn.

Ah, crap, I'm too nervous to write.

Holy tired, Batman

I woke up this morning more tired than I've been in a while. We're only been trying to get pregnant for about 12 hours now, so it's just about frigging impossible that I'm: 1) pregnant, or 2) far enough along to feel the effects of pregnancy. But this morning was a nice little reminder about what I have to look forward to: Brain numbing exhaustion.

The first time I caught pregnant my first clue was falling asleep at my desk at work. I would go out to my car to take naps at lunch, and then went home and went to sleep, because my day of sitting at my desk had worn me out. We won't get into the Sick yet, because I'm not even pregnant yet, and you'll hear enough about the Sick once I get there, but tired? I've got tired. Maybe I'm just practicing. Or maybe my body is reeling at all the healthy living going on here recently.

In either case, I'm OK with tired. I'm not sure how I'm going to handle the day care when I'm tired for real, not that I'm not tired now, but the quality of actual pregnant-tired is different. IT feels like someone sucked all the energy out of you with a big Princess Bride type suction cup, and you're left reeling and trying to remember how to stand up without dozing off. You are also deprived of caffeine at this point, so the staying awake is a bit trickier still. After 12 to 15 weeks it goes away, though, so as long as you can manage not to drive into a tree for 3 to 4 months, you're OK.

Today I got lucky and only have the two babies plus E, so I can be sleepy without the constant questioning that accompanies group of 1.5 to 3.5 year olds. We're going to go for a walk, pour some soap into molds and eat some lunch. We might do some other stuff; we'll have to see where the day takes us.

I'm going to take some pictures of the soap, the Christmas bows, and the boxes I am making. Hopefully that will be a tonight update! If not, it'll be up by the weekend. I've also been hand-carding some fleece to spin, and I'd like to share that as well. I used to love spinning, and I hope to get that back into my life. The whole process is so soothing and perfect for winter. If only I was better at knitting or crochet...

Monday, October 6, 2008

I hear the train a-comin'

It has begun.

We are officially Trying For Another Child. Which is ironic, given Indie Home Ec's most recent post, but fun, too! I'm trying to keep calm and carry on, and cross the loss bridge only if I come to it. In other words, I'm not thinking about what could go wrong again, and instead focusing on what could go wonderfully right! It's amazing how many people get to have that wonderful experience of finding out they are pregnant, going through the next 9 to 10 months happy but nervous, and then end up with a Wee to love and raise. If my experiences mean that more people get that kind of pregnancy, then I'm happy to help. Just, no more panic attacks, OK universe? OK.

In other, non copulating news, I finished staining the fence this weekend. My lungs are now waterproof and a delightful shade of chocolate. Next time I use the paint sprayer I'm wearing a mask. The fence looks great, but I keep coughing up brown globs, which we can all agree is gross. Gross!

I've also been getting a bit more sleep lately, and I feel fantastic. My moods are way better for the most part, and I might be getting motivated to finish and/or start some projects. I'm going to stay home this Wednesday and work on recycled Christmas stuff, like making raffia and bows from old magazines, making gift boxes out of other boxes, etc. I have a few books that include projects like how to make hats and mittens from old sweaters, so I might throw those in depending on the time I end up with. It's time to buckle down and get some stuff done, or the next few moths will be insane, and if all goes well I'm going to be incredibly sick, so I need to get things wrapped up before the pukening.

Everyone is up and clamering for strawberries, so I better make that happen. 6 angry children is a loud thing.

Thursday, October 2, 2008


Today has been very loud and a bit difficult, what with two boys both in the testing/climbing stage of one, where they do the things they are not supposed to do to see if you will still tell them "no." This goes on and on all day, until I strap them into their chairs for a snack or lunch. I don't know if it's the weather changing or what, but this week has been weird!

John and I are going to watch the VP debate tonight. I'm planning on laughing my ass off, because if I don't I'll revert to wanting to punch Palin in the face. Every time that woman opens her mouth I get this overwhelming desire to throw manure at her face, just to see if I can send some of the continual shit she spews back from whence it came. That, and I'd love to see her face. This is not the positive thought process I have been trying to cultivate lately, and I know that. In 5 weeks I'll either be happy with the election results or packing for a foreign country, and either way I'll be just as positive as I can. But tonight, I laugh. I can't wait to hear what these two come up with. I only hope Biden doesn't stick his foot too far in and choke to death on stage.

I need to start working on my Halloween costume and X-mas stuff, too. The soap is turning out very well, but it's melt and pour, so it's pretty hard to screw up. We've been adding stuff to it, which has also turned out well, but I feel like I'm cheating all the same. I may hibernate for a few weeks, just to isolate myself and get some stuff done and over with, like the 3000 gifts that need made for our huge ass families. Also, that pesky Halloween costume. Meh. I need some inspiration! Any ideas?

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

It's all about timing

I ended up not doing Shred yesterday thanks to several factors, not the least of which was the massive amount of pain that rotated through my body yesterday. I also began my Glorious Woman Time, otherwise known as the Painful Cramping Period of Death. I gave myself the day off, ate chocolate and drank tea. I'm back on the workout wagon today, though. Just as soon as I finish writing this.

I'm also boiling peanuts, which is a favorite food of mine. If you've never had boiled peanuts, they are peanuts boiled in salt water for a very long time. They are wonderful! We're going to make some soap bars today with the molds I have, and the kids are really excited to try this. E and I ran a trial the other day, and I think this is something that we can handle as a group. One of the boys is being a little shit today, though, grabbing anything and everything he can reach and doing all the stuff he's not supposed to. So I'm going to stick him in his high chair with a snack first, because I don't want a little dude covered in melted soap, you know?

Well, enough stalling. Off to get my ass kicked. Ibuprofen is at the ready!!

EDIT: I did the workout, and although I thought I was going to die for the first 5 or 10 minutes, I was doing OK by the end! I love endorphins...

I also wanted to share something I found over at Angry Chicken. It's a wart removal process that's organic and actually works! You just put some Apple Cider Vinegar on a bit of cotton on the wart and cover it with a band aid every night, and pretty soon the wart turns black and goes away! I tried it, and it really does work. Unlike all that chemical nastiness I bought at the store...