In that Dizzy Daze, Again!

As you can see, I am a migraine sufferer. Yep, so today is Day 2 of a migraine. Hubby slept on the coach last night because this one has been so bad. Not walking to well, ok, not walking like a sober person. I'm kinda walking diagonal. I'm pretty up on the drunk walk. I know it too well as I was a bartender when I lived in Richmond, VA. Hey a girl's gotta pay that darn tuition somehow. Anyway, right now, the thing is on the weaker side, but progressing nicely to another day of horrid pain and working in the dark. I have a huge window in my office, so half of the blind is closed so the sun's brightness will cause the least amount of pain.

Just 2.5 weeks left before I become a full-time SAHM of three wee ones, otherwise known as the LBO's (little blond ones). Between the conflicting emotions attached to this lay-off, I am happy to be spending the summer at home and putting my creative side to good use.

Migraine Day

After a fantastic weekend with the kids and hubby, I had to come back to work toting with me, a migraine.

But, for a quick run down: Saturday, I braved the word with the boys, 9 and 3, and baby girl Peanut, and headed to Hampton for the Annual Blackbeard Festival. The boys, who usually forget their names in public, were wonderful. We caught a puppet show, they ran around, we bought wooden swords and eventually met up with friends and watched all four boys have a wild a woolly time.

Sunday, just a relaxing day of church, lunch out and several more hours of sword fighting pirates on the SS Splinter (otherwise known as the fort/swing set).

My head is doing me in right, so off to the homefront! Ouch.

Laundry

So this week, we've managed to get the insanely thick mattress cover out on the clothes line. For some strange reason, the washer didn't want to spin it out and it was far to wet to dry in the dryer. Why the dryer? Um, I was trying to put it back on the bed as Peanut's diaper leaked. Any who, out it went, strung across two lines over night in hopes that the next day would be hot enough and dry enough to dry it!

Other than that, two loads of lonely diapers laid out on the drying racks. The first one dried in the nice hot sun, the second load has been condemned to dry in the living room as it will be raining for the next day or two.

Work in Progress-sorta

I swear I fell in love with this fabric (Heidi Grace) as soon as I saw it, now it sits here, almost done, accept I'm having button hole nightmares. My Singer manual left out more key points on making button holes than I could have imagined. After a few days of trying to work it out, I walked away from the machine. Peanut NEEDS this pinafore and I NEED to make button holes!

I still need to finish cutting one panel. Note to self: do not, I repeat, do not try to read a pattern and cut it at the same time the kittens and cat and 3 yr old are trying to walk, lay and play on your fabric. Simply because I have a tendency to over think things and this pattern, for as many wonderful reviews that it has, has driven me nuts!

Please feel free to let me know how to rotate my pictures in here.

Line Dry that Laundry Girl!

Yeah, go ahead and hang those clothes out to dry! You'd be surprised at how wonderfully fast they dry and how delicious they smell, oh wrap my soul in sunshine smell!

Man that sunshine can do wonders for stains and stinky man smell! Just hang those freshly washed clothes right on out there to "'taying in the wind." No fabric softener needed! Trust me on this one. I swear by Charlie's Soap.

Let's Get it On...

I was just emailing a girlfriend about her trip to Richmond, VA for a show last night and was reminded of times I used to have with old friends when I was in college. Yes, I went to college which seems to stun too many people. I dunno why.

Anywho...me and a few girlfriends used to head out to a little diner called 3rd Street for a little dinner, a beer, some Motown, and a lot of laughs.

Ahhh, how much I miss the good food and cultural entertainment and art of Richmond, VA. If you're ever there, stop by Sidewalk Cafe or Bogart's, or the Tap House and have a good beer and meal for me.

The Garden is Growing!!!!

1 June 2009, I'm dating it because this is the first day of my last month at this dreaded job. My last day is the 30th and I am sad to be leaving the working world for now, but elated to be spending more time at home with my little people. For now though, melancholy has set in while I am at work. That point where the soul is conflicted between happy and sad. For eight hours each day I sit with out any real purpose and with out a real job or sense of worth with my department. This is amplified by the fact that the new boss been brought down several times to meet the staff and the person responsible for introductions stops short of my office. I guess it is best that he can not put a name and a face with the position that has been eliminated. Those of us who have been laid-off have been treated as if we have a disease or as if we are not known. Some have been here for over twenty years. I will miss working a job that I enjoy, I just won't miss being here.

Despite the occassional bunny munching going on out there, the garden is surviving. A little over grown with grass, but we commute and have three wee ones who need tending as soon as we get home, so the grass grows.