Monday, February 27, 2012

It's a glamorous life


I didn't even look to see how long it's been since my last post.  Essentially, our house has been a breeding ground for illness.  No matter how much bleach and Lysol I use, it seems that every year around this time, we take turns getting sick.  Today it's Jude.  He woke up with a fever and vomiting.  Poor thing has felt (in his words) "wobbly" all day.  He's sleeping on the bathroom floor right now...again. A week and a half ago, it was me with the stomach flu, and a day or two prior to my stomach flu was Julia's stomach flu.  Ruby has had a low grade temp a couple of times over the past couple of weeks, and continues to be a snot factory. In her case though, she doesn't slow down.  Fever or no fever, the kid just goes.  Energizer Bunny.

On the upside, I was able to work over the weekend and made some new headbands.  I'm absolutely in love with them! I even got some of them on Etsy...quite an accomplishment!!!!









http://www.etsy.com/shop/JuJuRoo?section_id=10951147

Saturday, February 11, 2012

I'm disturbed


I think there's something seriously wrong with me.  This isn't a new thought, but something that floats in and out of my consciousness on occasion.  Every once in a while I catch myself, and think, "You are just not normal."

I'm not sure why it is, but I have this almost obsessive need to make things.  Things that are readily available for purchase.  Things that I don't need.  Sometimes things that I don't particularly want even.  But, I want to know how they are made, and then once I find out, I seem to NEED to make it.  I know people who are perfectly content to see something in a store, or online, and say "That's cute."   They either buy it, or don't buy it.  They might tell someone they saw it, and how much they liked it.  But there is no voice inside their head saying, "I could make that.  I wonder how long it would take me.  Do I have all of the stuff at home that I need, or should I stop on the way home? If I made it, I wonder if anyone would want to buy it.  I bet I could make that.  Yes, I need to go home and make that."

For a while, I kind of thought everyone thought that way.  Sort of like I thought everyone had double vision when they were tired...but that's a different story.  I know that there are lots of other people out there like me, but it's become clear to me, that it is NOT normal.  Slightly irritating.  Both to myself and those around me. Is this a mild form of OCD?  Is there medication for it?  If there is medication for it, I wonder what's in it.  I wonder if I could make it....

Thursday, February 9, 2012

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Monday, February 6, 2012

Snowed in


We spent the weekend here in Lincoln snowed in.  We've had such a mild winter that it actually was kind of a nice change.  Friday it rained all day, and then we woke up Saturday morning to mounds of wet, heavy snow and tree limbs weighed down to the ground.

6 a.m. Saturday

6 a.m. Saturday
This little family of 6 (we count the dog) spent the entire weekend at home.  How often does that happen?  No running errands, going to the gym, shopping or eating out.  We even stayed home from church on Sunday.  The kids built (and re-built) a snow fort in the yard and sledded down the driveway.  Bryce and I cleared the driveway and sidewalks...several times. I baked cinnamon rolls and made soup. We watched movies, read, and played.  And while by Sunday evening we were all a little stir crazy, it was kind of nice to just hunker down and stay home.

Thursday, February 2, 2012

Stupid Groundhog

Well, the stupid groundhog saw his shadow...again.  Doesn't he always?  I don't understand what his problem is with his shadow anyway.  And regardless of whether he does or doesn't, isn't it just a given that there are 6 more weeks of winter?  I think the groundhog either needs to get over it, or retire.