GAME SHOW

h: can you set aside some clothes for the baby tomorrow
w: sure, do you forget?
h: well, that and there's so much in there, it's like a gameshow
w: giggle, snort, cackle, laugh, giggle, snort, guffaw

so here's the thing...

i can go to lolcats and ichc online, at work.
i cannot access NPR streaming online at work.
what does this say about my company's access nazis?

in ur firewall
jackin' ur access

meh

UPDATE::: see below to see what really happened

temp at last check
99.7

headache
from throbbing to splitting within the past half hour

left to do today
work (or at least leave the impression that i do)
1 hour commute (to be interrupted by refueling break)
post office to drop the recently viewed netflix
mow the lawn (hopefully NOT to be interrupted by refueling break)
collect the child
make dinner (no, i didn't prep for this today - sigh)
unload clean dishes and reload with dirties
(just the thought of having time and energy to do laundry is laughable)
use the last of energy cleaning teeth and face
sleep
sleep
mmmmmmmmm

what i will probably do
pretend to work
::: done - excellent pretending
drive home (fuel stop)
::: done - in spite of idiots on road
::: got to USPS just as they were bringing mail in from box
mow lawn
::: two and a half hours later 5 bags of meadow were bagged for collection
this is the LAST time i will do this myself
henceforth, i shall employ a goat - or several
collect child
::: nope - her dad, home from work before i was done w/above did this
order in
::: nope - husband collected my favorite subs for dinner
leave dishes for tomorrow
::: yep - box full of clean dishes awaiting away-putting
clean teeth and face
::: yep - barely
sleep
wake up
sleep
wake up
sleep
wake up
groan
::: it happened EXACTLY this way, with the addition of the fleeting thought of calling in sick this morning.

better early than...

my husband gave me the Make: Halloween issue last night. as an early anniversary gift
there's some really fun stuff in here -- for each of us.
it's JUST what I needed to get my creativity directed in that direction.
woo
hoo
!!!

antarctica

for pete's sake - it gets hot outside and my office goes arctic.
i'm FREEZING - - and OH so glad i thought to wear a long sleeved shirt... if only i had a jacket to go over it.
and yeah, it's going to suck THAT BAD when i have to go outside into 90+ degree weather to go home. thank heaven it's friday and i don't have to face this again tomorrow.

too cold to write more - fingers are frozen

weenie

so i finished the scarf last night
and i am in a very halloweeney frame of mind.

i KNOW that i should be teaching myself how to crochet so that i can make the matching hat.

i am also working, however, on the premise that she will not be needing hat and scarf until well after the 29th of September - - which is when i intend to start installing halloween at earthburg

between then and now i have to find stuff (i have a lot of cool stuff and heaven only knows where its got to) and paint stuff, and build stuff... there's a lot of stuff going on. mostly good stuff though.

on days when i'm too lazy for that kind of activity, i think i'm going to start working on knitting some skull (and possibly pumpkin) dish cloths for the kitchen. nothing says halloween like hand crafted halloween kitchen items. te he.

and maybe i'll learn how to crochet too - - because, you know, the kid could use a pumpkin head hat...

bizzy bee

getting a lot done
none of it for halloween
swimming in a sea of crafts
swapping like a madwoman

my current project is another for my little girl
a scarf first
then i teach myself to crochet so i can make her a hat

in between i'll be making some halloween stuff for swapping
and some for home too -
i'm trying to promise myself that i'll spend NO more time swapping
than I spend on things for family and friends... and maybe me too - since i'm doing it.

in the meantime i try to work in work
and maybe some cleaning on the homefront
the laundry is still a monstrosity in three bins - no crap.

i guess there's only room for one breed of domesticity in my life at a time.
for now it's the crafty martha kind - that keeps my hands busy and my house a wreck.

bzzzzzzz...

oooh...

further evidence

of my resurging craftiness

lest you think the apple falls far from the tree, this is the baby's work

(i'm trying to figure out how to immortalize it in fabric)

and as a final aside. my space bar squeaks when I tap it. i really enjoy the somewhat soft clickiness of typing quickly and hearing my keystrokes as i move along the page, but there's something eerie and unnerving about a slight squeak between every word...

that said...

hubby-free day three

corrections -

the mess on the living room floor is not entirely sponsored by my dear and darling. he probably doesn't even support it (as i Do Not support it) and something something must be done about the child's slovenly habits

husband is NOT the source of all delivery orders. last night's dinner (of baked mosta and cinnamon sticks was entirely my decision)

laundry still does not do itself, even after the removal of all household testosterone. WHO fed me these lies?

in my own defense -

both pets and the baby are still alive and healthy

the bed has been made every morning

in spite of the spate of not cleaning the house, i'm getting a lot done... look!

sure, it's not exactly Betty Crocker or anything, but I think it's SOMETHING to say for my busy-ness.

absolutely must

::: Updates :::

start taking photos ::: see above
i have two skullies kicking around my dining room table that have to be snapped before i can gift them. also made a fairly adorable little pink stuffed thing (that my daughter calls a bunny - which has inspired her demand for a yellow bunny of her own)

purchase more envelopes ::: done!
i love the sleek bubble mailers - - particularly in orange. i have only one bbl mailer left in my possession and quite a few items to be posting out sooner than later. i have to get some more or else, shudder, rely on express mail envelopes from the post office.

mow the lawn
it looks like an effin meadow out back... soon the grass will tower over the pumpkin patch (of four bonsaied plants - - i think i stunted their growth by keeping them in the pots too long). if only the ground would dry some. i am still holding out hope that i will be able to complete this task this week, before my husband comes back from NY.

empty the dishwasher
full of clean dishes with dirty piling up in the sink.
wrong wrong wrong

wash more and more laundry ::: did one more load
also must be done before the husband returns to increase the always growing pile. what's that process called where one cell splits and becomes two? with the pointed exception of socks, my dirty laundry does this

make truncated trip to fabric and craft store ::: ok - not so much - bought a lot. a. lot.
i need stuffing stuff. and buttons for noses. and white thread.
i do not NEED anything else.
still, there's no telling what i'll walk out with.

get back to work... sigh.

the last 30

i always hate the last 30 minutes of my work day.
it's even worse on a friday.

i mean, sure, it's ok if i'm working my fingers down on a project and look up and realise that i only have 30 minutes left, but in general, by the time the last 30 of a friday roll around, i'm just waiting for the clock to run down.

one of the guys my husband works with used to work at a place where the last 4 hours of the week were yours to do with as you would provided your work was done.

tell me that's not the cleverest way to increase productivity? tell me that you wouldn't find yourself done at noon on friday if it meant you could go home and start your weekend earlier?

i'm tellin' you, it would go a long way to alleviating my "what to do with this last 30 minutes" thing i often find myself stumbling through and grousing about.

drag a comb across my head...

<<>>

hee hee hee

i have little tiny short hairs.

i can't even FEEL them unless

I reach up

i can see them though

and while they're not long enough to get into my mouth when i eat

it feels like they will

and freaks me out

kind of.

no one at work has noticed yet.

granted, i haven't left my cell and walked the hall

at least not since the rest of the drones have arrived

i like it - - my secret - - no one knowing, seeing, noticing

makes me feel like a super-secret-spy

as an aside

the next time someone asks me what superpower I would have

i'm going to say that i'd like to have lipo-suction fingers.

that i could turn on and off at will, of course

wouldn't that be cool?

back to you...

Judy Blume at the Post Office

isn't it something how a phrase like "the forever stamp" resonates in one's mind? i know i'm not the only 30 something woman who has read the book.

anywho...

teetering

i must be insane.
i just signed up for SwapBot (thanks to Tron) and while i only applied to 3 swaps, i'm already wishing i were more creative. still... it's a way to force myself to be motivated against some of the inspirated i have inside me.
this, i say, knowing full well that I have a SLEW of halloween stuff to be working on.
and some skulls
and a princess dress for my daughter
and a pony costume
and...

still, it's better to be busy than bored, especially if your're me (which YOU are not, but I most definitely am)

i got to bed early last night
woke up this morning feeling rested and happy
the mood lingers

thanksgiving morning

not the national holiday
but a morning of giving thanks, is all

- thanks to francey pants for my tag. mmm.
- thanks to pinkey pants (te he) for the reminder of what's really important in this world - with magnets!
- thanks to my man for accepting me broken
- thanks to my baby for telling me that I can't be a bonehead because I'm her mama
- thanks to the weak but persevering layer of concrete separating my basement laundry room from the invading mudpit that every day attempts another surge through to the world above
- thanks to the cleaning crew for not taking home the expensive bracelet (christmas-gift-from-my-aforementioned-accepting-husband) that fell from my wrist and landed on the floor of my office, where it lay in wait for some loving (and until that moment insanely panicked) paws to reach down and reclaim it
- thanks to my friends who love me
- thanks to my family for the same (and the occasional bag of green-groceries)
- thanks to the Lord above for the life I live, the life I love, and the life through which I learn

my new passion...

::: Update :::

I completed two - one for my daughter one for my daughter's godfather's girl. they are cute, but were difficult to sew with the fabric I found. Since then, I've come across the appropriate material (at target, of all places, disguised as dollar bin dish-towels). There are more in the works, now that I have the proper materials.

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...is collecting projects that I want to do.

i would like to tell you that it's completeing projects, but that would be a lie. ok, so maybe i want to complete them, but here's the thing. you have to start them to complete them.

tonight, though, i'm starting on this:

i found it at the skull-a-day blog. this place makes me smile in crazy ways.

happy crazy.

and creative crazy too.

it's just what I needed to jumpstart my passion.

now i just have to get through the day so i can go home and sew.

oh - and for those of you with babies

don't make one of these.

unless you want two.

if you can't say something nice...

i'm quiet today.

that's all