...blue birds flitting around my head, wispering sweet nothings into my lovely pink seashell of an ear?
Me neither.
I woke up, sorta on time, if by on time, you mean, when Marilou knocked on the front door to drop off Question Man. Nothing screams WHITE TRASH like standing on your front porch, smoking with a friend, at 7:20 in the morning, while wearing a purple shirt, with a ratty (but, gogs, so damn comfy) black sweater, and pink and black Nightmare Before Christmas PJ pants. Watch out neighbors, don't piss me off, or this little freak show could show up on YOUR porch one morning.
My period arrived yesterday, with nary a whisper of discomfort, no cramps that feel more like a vise grip around my mid-section, with shooting pains down my legs. I though to myself, "Self, perhaps the universe is aware that you have absoltely no time to sit on the couch with a heating pad, eating motrin like they're bonbons".
Instead, it just decided to mindfuck me. 1800mg of motrin later, I can stand up straight. Kinda. It rained last night, all over my wooden backdrop for the fair this weekend, so I can't paint it today, becuase I'm the dumbass that didn't take it back into the garage yesterday.
I'd like some cheese with my whine, thank you very much.
drreid-blockston@cavtel.net
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
Monday, November 05, 2007
And to think...
I almost forgot to post entirely, despite opening up the "post" page, first thing this morning.
Unfortunately, while I have indeed remembered my vow to post every day, I have completely forgotten what witty little gem I was going to share you today, from the House of Flying Monkeys.
So, instead, I'll share with you, my lovely reader (notice the singular, I do not have unrealistic expectations, three children has slowly beaten that out of me), my day.
I actually got up, on time, today. Which, in and of itself, deserves it's own blog. I've found myself hitting the snooze button more and more lately, to the point of, "I can hit it one more time, if I don't shower this morning", to "I wonder how much time putting on socks shaves off my time".
However, I not only manged to drag myself out of bed, but was fully dressed, with minimal make-up on, and hair dragged back into tiny, pathetic pigtails, by the time Marilou arrived with Evan this morning. I got the kids safely off to school, with nary a "If you don't get your bookbag this minute, I swear, I will beat you into submission, until your ears bleed".
I did 8 listings on eBay, in an attempt to clean out some closets, and make some extra cash. I went to the grocery store, where I managed to stay within budget (again, a subject that deserves it's own post). I came home, put away the groceries, even stopping to clean out the shelf on the pantry where I keep pasta, as well as scrubbing out my fridge, which I think, may solely have been to blame for the recent beef recall. I made dinner (chicken boobies with stuffing and beans), did homework with the kidlets, even remembered to do flash cards with them. Then, I popped in White Christmas, because really, who can't find a good chuckle watching Bing and Danny in drag, singing out being sisters, and made chocolate chip cookies. I remembered to call my marketing/printer dude, and inquire, again, about the business cards that I desperately need for this weekend's ginourmous show. I did not get around to painting the lattice backdrop that Doug and 2nd husband built last week, for this weekend's aforementioned show. I will surely regret that with the fire of a thousands suns (which I will be wishing for the heat from), when I have to go outside and paint it tomorrow, when it will be in the 40's, as opposed to the downright warm, 60 that it was today.
My fingertips may not forgive me.
The natives are restless, and this post is virtually useless, so this is all you get for today. More, on the exciting adventures of the produce isle, tomorrow.
Clean-up on aisle 7! Drreid-blockston@cavtel.net
Unfortunately, while I have indeed remembered my vow to post every day, I have completely forgotten what witty little gem I was going to share you today, from the House of Flying Monkeys.
So, instead, I'll share with you, my lovely reader (notice the singular, I do not have unrealistic expectations, three children has slowly beaten that out of me), my day.
I actually got up, on time, today. Which, in and of itself, deserves it's own blog. I've found myself hitting the snooze button more and more lately, to the point of, "I can hit it one more time, if I don't shower this morning", to "I wonder how much time putting on socks shaves off my time".
However, I not only manged to drag myself out of bed, but was fully dressed, with minimal make-up on, and hair dragged back into tiny, pathetic pigtails, by the time Marilou arrived with Evan this morning. I got the kids safely off to school, with nary a "If you don't get your bookbag this minute, I swear, I will beat you into submission, until your ears bleed".
I did 8 listings on eBay, in an attempt to clean out some closets, and make some extra cash. I went to the grocery store, where I managed to stay within budget (again, a subject that deserves it's own post). I came home, put away the groceries, even stopping to clean out the shelf on the pantry where I keep pasta, as well as scrubbing out my fridge, which I think, may solely have been to blame for the recent beef recall. I made dinner (chicken boobies with stuffing and beans), did homework with the kidlets, even remembered to do flash cards with them. Then, I popped in White Christmas, because really, who can't find a good chuckle watching Bing and Danny in drag, singing out being sisters, and made chocolate chip cookies. I remembered to call my marketing/printer dude, and inquire, again, about the business cards that I desperately need for this weekend's ginourmous show. I did not get around to painting the lattice backdrop that Doug and 2nd husband built last week, for this weekend's aforementioned show. I will surely regret that with the fire of a thousands suns (which I will be wishing for the heat from), when I have to go outside and paint it tomorrow, when it will be in the 40's, as opposed to the downright warm, 60 that it was today.
My fingertips may not forgive me.
The natives are restless, and this post is virtually useless, so this is all you get for today. More, on the exciting adventures of the produce isle, tomorrow.
Clean-up on aisle 7! Drreid-blockston@cavtel.net
Sunday, November 04, 2007
Perhaps what....
...they really meant, was post a blog every other day, LOL?
Best intentions and all that rot.
I could simply not face another conversation yesterday. In my sleep, I could be heard mumbling "all the bibs and burp cloths have a layer of batting, so they are super absorbant, and all the blankets are made using anti-pill fleece, so it will stay soft and supple, instead of getting hard and nubby, when you wash them".
Ack.
The show yesterday was OK. I went in with very low expectations. Then I got there. The room was packed with crafters and artists of all stripes and spots. It was warm, cozy, the sounds of christmas music drifting around yummy smells...
but that wasn't our room, LOL.
We were in the auxillary gym. Which was cold. I wore my scarf, gloves, and coat all day, cold. I watched people walk from the main room, into our room, rub their arms, and turn around, cold.
I didn't lose any money, I made a few bucks, but when you are talking about an all-day affair, the set-up and breakdown, a few bucks is kinda discouraging. Not as discouraging as if I'd lost money, but still.
So, this morning, I blew off my mom, slept in, woke up to Child #1 having made me a pot of coffee, and Doug making breakfast (bacon, scrapple, and pancakes, rock ON).
Me thinks it's gonna be a good day.
Coffee with creamer please. Drreid-blockston@cavtel.net
Best intentions and all that rot.
I could simply not face another conversation yesterday. In my sleep, I could be heard mumbling "all the bibs and burp cloths have a layer of batting, so they are super absorbant, and all the blankets are made using anti-pill fleece, so it will stay soft and supple, instead of getting hard and nubby, when you wash them".
Ack.
The show yesterday was OK. I went in with very low expectations. Then I got there. The room was packed with crafters and artists of all stripes and spots. It was warm, cozy, the sounds of christmas music drifting around yummy smells...
but that wasn't our room, LOL.
We were in the auxillary gym. Which was cold. I wore my scarf, gloves, and coat all day, cold. I watched people walk from the main room, into our room, rub their arms, and turn around, cold.
I didn't lose any money, I made a few bucks, but when you are talking about an all-day affair, the set-up and breakdown, a few bucks is kinda discouraging. Not as discouraging as if I'd lost money, but still.
So, this morning, I blew off my mom, slept in, woke up to Child #1 having made me a pot of coffee, and Doug making breakfast (bacon, scrapple, and pancakes, rock ON).
Me thinks it's gonna be a good day.
Coffee with creamer please. Drreid-blockston@cavtel.net
Friday, November 02, 2007
NaBloPoMo
I got sucked in. I can't help myself. For those of you unfamilar, the link is:
http://nablopomo.ning.com/
I'm in, I'm down, whatever the kidlets are saying this year.
Things are batshit in the House of Flying Monkeys. I have one show tomorrow, it's small, and I don't have grand expectations for it, but then I have a huge one next weekend. It's three days, and enormous. Tens of thousands of people, big. Professionally promoted and juried, big. I'm excited, and nervous as all hell, LOL. If this goes well, it sort of reinforces my decision to really commit to Bitchen Stitchen, in a way. I've sunk so much money and time into this business, at least on the product end.
The Flying Monkeys are moving in for the kill, if I don't get breakfast on the table soon. No milk mornings suck.
Green is the black! drreid-blockston@cavtel.net
http://nablopomo.ning.com/
I'm in, I'm down, whatever the kidlets are saying this year.
Things are batshit in the House of Flying Monkeys. I have one show tomorrow, it's small, and I don't have grand expectations for it, but then I have a huge one next weekend. It's three days, and enormous. Tens of thousands of people, big. Professionally promoted and juried, big. I'm excited, and nervous as all hell, LOL. If this goes well, it sort of reinforces my decision to really commit to Bitchen Stitchen, in a way. I've sunk so much money and time into this business, at least on the product end.
The Flying Monkeys are moving in for the kill, if I don't get breakfast on the table soon. No milk mornings suck.
Green is the black! drreid-blockston@cavtel.net
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