Thursday, January 31, 2013

I think we're still in Kansas, Toto.

It was windy in Ohio last night. Really windy. So windy that I hoped it would blow our roof off so we could get out of having to foot the bill for the new roof we will inevitably need in the next two years. No such luck. We did, however, have a miserable super fun night of no sleeping cuddle time with Tiny. Apparently babies like to use windy nights as an excuse to eat every hour and a half. Maybe she was stress eating.

On the bright side, our roof was still attached to our house this morning AND I got to over sleep and be late for work sleep-in. I even got my cup of Earl Grey down before we had to sprint out the door.

In other news, I'm working with an old friend on a banner/branding for this blog. You know, if I'm gonna have a blog it may as well look legit so people actually read it and then think to themselves "You know, I should really consider advertising on this thing." (Yeah, right)

Now, off to finish my shift then dash home to finish up some very last minute emergency sewing. I'll have some crappy iphone great pictures of my first ever, all-solids, apron for you all to peruse tomorrow.

To keep you going until then, this great video I swiped from my husband's Facebook.


Tuesday, January 29, 2013

In which I commit myself to more crap.

While pregnant, I promised my cousin that I would write a tell-all book about pregnancy and motherhood. That was obviously the hormones talking. As any parent knows, once you've downloaded the kid, free time is non-existent. Just like showering every day or remembering to brush your teeth. (wait, just me? dang it.) And honestly, I don't think I have enough material for a book, but I just might have enough for a blog. Maybe. If I combine it with drivel about tea and sewing and all the mundane exciting things that happen in my day-to-day life.

It will make for riveting stuff, I assure you.

This is my third attempt at blogging. If it craps out like my previous blogspot and tumblr I will only have myself to blame.

And maybe the cat.

I swear. If I have to clean up one more freaking hairball I might just lose my mind.

And I leave you with this. Because as I write this, and commit myself to one more thing, I can't help but think "Ain't nobody got time for that!"

 Stay tuned for more excitement.