I sent Michelle her birthday/swap package the other day and she has received it!  Now I can show what I sent her.

First there was a nice little package of 6 coasters.  Made based on some questions I asked about her kitchen, namely some colors.  So they have a sage green and cream, like her kitchen, and I threw a little blue in there because it had a nice green vine on it.

They are backed with the sage green with polka dots seen on the bottom of the coaster on the left. 

Then we had an “M” monogram for her last name.  It’s magnetic, so it will work nice on the refrigerator or on any other metal surface, like maybe a filing cabinet at work.  The letter I bought at Michael’s and then I added rub-ons, adhesive ribbon, a metal M and button, and some regular buttons.

Next were some beads that I picked out a Michael’s: some white rings, colorful milifiore cubes (they’re hard to see the deatil of in the picture), shell hearts and a metal brach with birds and a nest.  I love them myself… I can’t wait to see what she creates!

Everything was wrapped up with pretty ribbons and a button and I also added some bracelet and necklace (not shown) boxes for gifting some of her creations. 

It was all enclosed in a piece of fabric and topped with a handmade card.  All ready to be mailed… baby not included.

 

 

Sometimes, people are very much entitled to be in a bad mood.  Not that I’m in a bad mood, but I just got to thinking yesterday about some things that bother me.

  1. Impatience:  we all stopped by the border for lunch yesterday because I had some errands to run and Tim was getting maintenance done on the car.  This taco establishment has a very steep driveway, so I was going slow when we were leaving so as not to bottom out the new car or scrape the front of the bumper on the road.  Well, apparently, I was going a little too slow and did not accelerate fast enough after clearing the lowest point, so the dude behind me honked.  Jerk!  I mean, really where are you gonna go, dude?  There is a red light right there.
  2. Asinine city planners: our house is on a street and there is a court with the same name a block over.  The stupid part about this is that the houses on the court have the same house numbers as the houses on the street do.  So my house has the same house number as this other guy.  I get their mail, they get mine.  Some companies somehow get the wrong address for me and then the mail carrier circles it on the envelope like I was the dummy who told the people the wrong address (Hi! I know where I leave, seriously).  So today, my neighbor knocks on the door at 7:30 to tell me his landscapers dropped of his load of trees and shrubs in my yard.  Not only is the addressing system around here screwed up, people can’t read.
  3. “Happy Pills”: doctors that give everyone and their mother (literally) antidepressants just because they happen to be a little sad at their appointment.  Your marriage is on the rocks, of course you’re going to feel a bit depressed!  That’s no reason to take some pills.  It just makes me feel angry, because I really need the things.  And I don’t advertise that fact to these people, though.  I don’t need to discuss my medical issues with everyone (and their mother).
  4. Sales: emails sending me links to this.  I’m not supposed to spend anymore money people!!  I got away with buying an $80 lamp at target yesterday just because it was marked down to $19.98.  Anything over $20, I’m supposed to “discuss” and get approval.  (I’m so glad it was that cheap, I’ve been eying it up for ages now).

So, tell me about YOUR grievances.  Come on, I know you have some.

The laptop has been wiped clean and reconfigured. Thankfully, the printer is installed this time, with proper drivers. I never find out about things not being installed until I actually go to use them. Oy vey. Like now, I was thinking about posting a picture of something, but I remembered that things are where they used to be. Like my pictures: not here anymore. Flock bookmarks? Gone. It’s like starting from scratch everyday and not in a good way.

A present by post for MichelleAnyhow, a nice birthday/swap package is on its way to the lovely Michelle. We both had our 30th birthdays recently and love to craft so we decided to do a little present swap. She makes lovely jewelry, so I gave her a few colors and an idea of what styles I like and she’ll make me up a surprise. I like to sew, so I made her up some coasters based on the colors of her kitchen. I also made her a monogram magnet for her fridge. Along with the goodies, there are lots of other goodies I picked out just for her. I have pictures of everything (on my camera still, phew) that I’ll post when she’s received her presents.

Saturday, I spent the entire evening planting and edging flower beds around the house. I put in about a third of the plants I had gotten at a plant sale just about 2 months ago (!) and edged the way around half the house. What back-breaking work that is! And nice old me had no clue where some work gloves were so I have 3 blisters on my hands. They were raw after 3 hours’ work. At least my tree is in. I was getting worried about it. I also put in the bare-root hydrangeas I had bought. They look pretty sickly. There is even one that is possibly dead, but I planted it anyway. Who knows, maybe it will come back.

Today I hauled my naughty children to Steins to get a few things: plant markers and ground cover. I got both. The plant markers are like giant popsicle sticks and they’re for the veggie garden I’m planning. The ground covers are for near a little stepping stone path I’m planning through on of the beds. I also came home with a butterfly bush, some yarrow, several more ornamental grasses and a garden gnome carrying some toadstools. Pictures will ensue sometime this week. Right now I need to plan where this stuff goes and plant away! Which should be today because it’s relatively cool and tomorrow it’s supposed to be near 80 degrees, which I can’t stand to be out in.

Happy Monday! And, yes, I have some nice leather gloves now! Washable, even.

This just may be the funniest thing ever. That woman is talented… or just extremely bored. Take your pick, but I love her.

Baby says: I have two teeth. They both erupted within a day of each other and I was a bit crabby and chewy. But! All is better now… except that I think more are coming. Ouch! Anyhow, since my teeth are shy, here are some other pictures of things I do around the house. This house, I don’t know how they managed before I came along. To wit, after the jump:

On my weekly bathroom inspections. This one is hardly up to par. I have to talk with the big guy about this.

Television supervision. I have to closely monitor what this guy watches. It’s exhausting.

General play supervision. They call these two the “big brothers” but clearly, I am the one in charge. Just look at those goof-balls.

Supervising the recycling. “Reduce reuse recycle” I always say. This one here is a pretty good worker, so this a relaxing part of my day.

Making the hardwood floor rounds. I see there is some crumbs right here. I need a broom, STAT!

Oh my, this rug needs a vacuum. I’m sorry you folks had to see this.

Here I am checking toys for lead. Wait! This is not an OSHA approved test method. I will have to get back to you. Though, I must say, all of our toys are lead free at this house. I assure you.

I signed up at extra pounds to track my weight loss.  I think I need something that will show me progress.  I hope I have an OK time at it.  Go check out my blog over there.  You can also click on the button in my sidebar (over to the right, there).  I’ll continue to be here sharing the usual fun things about sewing and such and my family. 

I start tomorrow, wish me luck!

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Reacts with pleasure and delight to marital congress.

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My little SE had to have two cavaties filled today.  And while he is no longer all that little, nearing six years old, it was still hard to let him go.

Our hygenist previously told us that SE does better when we’re not in the room because he knows he has to cooperate and they won’t hurt him and they’re doing their job.  So today, I chatted with the dentist and chose to stay in the waiting room.  She said I could stay, but she would definitely ask me to leave if she felt he wasn’t cooperating because I was there, sort of as a bargaining chip.  I told SE that I was going out to the waiting room because there wasn’t enough room for all of us and said I’d see him when he was done.

Oh, the screams!  Very heart wrenching for me, yet this other woman in the waiting room wondered what the heck that noise was.  Hardly recognizable as screaming to anyone but his own mother.  I thought any second someone would come out to tell me that they could not proceed for his cack of ooperativeness, but that never happened.  I read a bit of my book in fits and starts and tried to ignore the shrieks.  Soon, he was done. 

It didn’t take all that long.  The poor child’s back was drenched with sweat, though.  He seemed stoic and exhausted, but went along with the hygenist to pick out a prize while I chatted with the dentist.  He needs the other side done in two weeks and while he was wiggley and crying for this session, she would do the other side too.  Though she left it up to us whether or not to have her do it or go to a pediatric dentist.  Any ideas, guys?  Tim says we should go back since he has been there already; he’s familiar with this place.  I just can’t decide.

It’s hard to have them grow up!  I just hope that since SE has my teeth situations that none of them have my bad eyesight!  Genetics… go figure!

 

I’m finally getting slowly back into sewing.  After the Christmas sewing/crafting frenzy, I was so burnt out and couldn’t even think of things to make or my head would hurt.  Now, my head is getting back and I’m finding all sorts of nooks and crannies that need something made.  It would be oh so much easier if I had time to unpack my sewing things!  I do have my own room, though, so that is a start.  Complete with a desk with drawers (!) for my things.  The best part is that the sewing machine is up there and plugged in.

For our anniversary, which was two days before my birthday, I bought Tim a charging stationfrom PB.  It’s great.  Finally a solution for all the crap he unloads from his pockets at the ends of the days.  So the top of it there is sort of slippery and is where I put my keys being I have a purse for all my junk.  He gets the drawer for his stuff.  Anyhow, the top was calling for a sort of cushion so my keys didn’t clank on it when I set them down.  Voila, a glorified charging station coaster was born.  I sewed it up in 15 minutes last night and now it rests cozilly in its new home.  I used some Dick and Jane fabric for one side and some read fabric with nuts and bolts for the other side, so, you know, it had a manly touch to it, being it is his charging station. (photos will come when I can find some batteries for the camera!) A little batting in the middle and there you go.  I did some diagonal quilting across it with red thread and invisible thread in the bobbin so the stitching wouldn’t detract from the words on the fabric.

Now, after seeing how this “coaster” turned out, I feel I need some more coasters with the Dick and Jane fabric.  I have a set that I made a while ago and I love, but don’t really go with my color scheme here in the house.  I guess they never really did, but I love that fabric!  So I think I’ll make another set with the Dick and Jane fabric and different fabrics for each of the reverses.

  Thinking about something

I also have started a simple quilt for SM that I have about 3 hours left on.  And his birthday is in 12 days… yikes!  I better get moving.  I don’t really get that much free time for sewing, yet here I am, doinking around on the computer!

See ya later.

I am exactly 30 right now, at 1:30pm.  And I think it was a Tuesday back then.

Here is to the next thirty years and thirty more! 

I’ve been lamenting about our lack of a driveway for a while now, though mostly to my friend at work.  They finally started it the other day and look!  It looks like a driveway, doesn’t it?  I thought so.

 

Well, the majority of it anyways.  They did this yesterday and today those cement guys are nowhere to be found.  Sure, it’s a little cloudy, but come on!  The rest isn’t going to complete it self.

Hurry up folks!  My plants here need to get in the ground sometime soon!  They’ve been parked here on my porch since mothers’ day.  And they don’t like the cold concrete one bit.  Not to mention the lack of accessible water.

On the other side, these plants have a nice home on the porch, for they are safely ensconced in a lightweight, stone-look pot.  Complete with small bird trellis for the ivy’s climbing needs.  The soil is also protected from wind and sun by a small metric ton of pretty rocks found on site.

I’ve been schizo again on my design.  I really like this template, but the header image is very thin.  I’ve been working around that, though, and coming up with some good ideas.  I took down the “tryptophan” banner you might have seen for the past 2 days because I inadvertently used the chemical structure of tyrosine.  I changed it in my file last night, but for some reason the jpg image didn’t save right.  I’ll look into that and then probably use that banner around thanksgiving.  Maybe tweak it a little with some turkeys or something. 

This current banner I made up last night and then put up, but it didn’t look quite right.  After some font changes and rearranges and an added detail of the angel over the little flapper portrait on the right, I think she’s ready to sail.

This blog is sort of like my house, yet much easier to control because it’s on such a smaller scale.  That and there’s only one person to deal with instead of 5.  But yeah, my house is crazy messy and I like things to be a certain way.  The “template”, if you will, of my house is awesome, but where my things are going inside the template are making me a little schizo.  Just like my blog banners, I’ll get things the way I like and then come up with another scenario that I like even more, but it’s in the opposite direction.  So it takes time.

We’ve been thinking a lot about school lately.  About how the Catholic school is very expensive, especially when SM will go next year, so we’ll have two in school.  About how we’re unwilling to give up our influence over our children.  Wait, that sounds dictatorial, doesn’t it?  I think it’s more about how we are unsure of how others will influence our children, in big and small ways.  That is why we were always OK about public schools, but were much more OK with a Catholic one.  Yet now, we’re looking at homeschooling.

So I found two old school desks at St. Vinny’s the other week.  The old school (haha) ones made of metal and wood.  One has a little swivel chair and the desktop lifts up to store things in.  Complete with the pencil grove along the top.  The second one is chair-style with a right-hand desk and storage under the seat.  I bought them up promptly and rushed home to send Tim over to pick them up.  Perfect for our School.  They are currently out in the garage awaiting a coat of paint and some wood finish.  The boys seem interested.

And since my old desk is up in my sewing/guest room, we were in need of another office-type desk.  Something that could be used for school and other home office organizational needs.  I went off to the Pottery Barn with SM this past Sunday and purchased this.  It’s in black with a three drawer unit on the left and a PC unit on the right.  It is rather large and it was an adventure getting it home, but it fits nice.  It’s BIG, but easy to organize and has plenty of desk space for our computer monitor and desktop items without it being too cluttered to do anything else on.

I picked up a few other things like a big wall clock and an electric pencil sharpener.  Oh, and my new favorite toy, a rubber stamper where you have 4 lines and put in the letters and numbers any way you want.  I’ve already used it for the drawer in our charging station.  A little label that says “Tim’s stuff & things”.  It’s where his wallet and keys and pocket things go, and his gadgets can get charged.  All neat and organized-like.

I’ve organized a drawer or two in the big desk.  I’ve sat at it to write bills and file some papers.  Now I’m thinking schizo about my it!  What if it goes up in my sewing room and my old desk goes for the school?  I would have a ton of space for cutting fabric and laying things out.  Hmmm.

So how does schizo find it’s way into your life?  (and no offense meant to anyone who is actually schizophrenic)

I’ve been waiting for the crew to pour the cement of our driveway for a while now.  Watching them do lots of others except ours.

Well today we were met with a noise of noises!  But I thought it was them working across the street (that lot has been sold).  Only to have SM open the front door and there is a large backhoe in our front yard!  They are finally taking away the excess dirt and rocks left from digging out our basement.  That means the driveway isn’t far behind.  Yay!

That also means that a graded yard and grass seen aren’t far behind, either.  And that ALSO means I can get my hundreds of dollars worth of plants into the ground soon.  Phew.  I was getting worried.

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And here is another equation for Kim, who thought there should be one about stretch marks:

Basics of stretch marks for beginners

  • One baby + flat stomach = a rare stretch or two that goes away after the baby is born
  • (Second baby + slightly flabby stomach) * weight of baby = stretch marks that easily covered by bathing suit, yet still itchy enough to remind you that they are there
  • (Third baby + flabby stomach) * weight of previous two children = stretch marks * 2 + lack of sleep = what stretch marks?

I have a become a mathematist* in my own right. I mean, after having three children, how could one not be? There are all sorts of odd math equations that result in three children equaling much much more than anyone ever thought possible

To wit: Size-doubling

  • size 6 + one child = size 6
  • size 6 + second child = size 8
  • size 8 + third child = size 12

Next: Exponential proof for spider veins

  • one child + (poor circulation*genetics) = nothing noticeable
  • second child + (poor circulation*genetics) = 3 instances of spider veins
  • third child + (poor circulation*genetics) = 9 instances of spider veins/3 that look like bruises

Thirdly: Toys Factorial

  • (1)! = [one child^(to the first power) * 2 sets of relatives] /900sq.ft. apartment = manageable toys
  • (2)! = [(second child * 2 sets of relatives) + 1(!)] / 1600sq.ft. house = (too many toys)!
  • (3)! = [(third child / 2 sets of relatives) + (1)! + (2)!] / 1800sq.ft. house = (WTF)! (someone dig me out of this mess)!!

And fourth: Mean, median, and mode

  • Mean = how you feel after the third child is born and you have gotten no sleep between night feedings and early waking with children one and two
  • Median = the part of the road that keeps you from driving into oncoming traffic when you fall asleep while driving after getting no sleep and getting up early with children one and two
  • Mode = This has something to do with quantum mechanics, doesn’t it? Yeah, I thought so. I should forget pi and stick with pie - à la.

*my own word

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