Wednesday, July 16, 2014

More of nothing...

So today will be my 8th day straight of working.  Am I dedicated or what?  Ha!  I'm still loving it, but I'm also numb and think I may have gotten a little shorter.  It happens. The point of the above mentioned is that that yard is glaring at me questioning why I have abandoned it. There is a certain male figure in my home that has had 3 days off to my none but evidently the yard doesn't speak to him, only to me.

Thursday I'm off so I have a date with a hot landscaper - as in me and the hot part equals sweaty girl with a bandanna on her nappy curly locks.  Hot... right...

I have to take a moment and tell you I completely forgot why I started this post. I do however know it had nothing to do with what I've typed out so far.

So, I'll just keep going with the fireworks that pop into my mind. Most people call them thoughts, I however have so many my brain lights up like the 4th of July and almost blinds me. Mental note: I might have found the cause of my eye twitch.

So my oldest baby girl, Bailey, and her friend, Char, are going to open an Etsy shop with these amazing shirts they make. I'm beyond excited. The shirts look ridiculously professional and I can't wait to be one of their first customers. Here's a preview of their work.



The top is the dementor/patronus one from Harry Potter and the bottom is the Thorin and Company dawn to dusk... I'm going to have a closet full of this stuff! I'm so glad at least one of my pidglets is moving in the crafty direction.  See I had at least one good gene to pass along, oh and the nerd gene of course.

I on the other hand still have small piles of crochet bunting that I still haven't listed in the Cottage. Strangely and as usual, since I've gone back to work my shops have picked up but I better start adding to them before I have zero selection. Procrastination gene is dominate in my body.

Wish me luck on the yard tomorrow, there will be whining and gnashing of teeth. Perfect. It's always good to have a positive attitude.

Okay, I'm off to work... Have a wondermous day.

Loves,
  Pidg




Monday, July 14, 2014

Checking in...

So I went back to work.  You probably realized this considering I mentioned it earlier and I seemingly have fallen off the map.  again.

But wait, shes back.  I've just had to 'attempt' to adjust to being (running) on my feet all  day again.  Truth be told I no longer have feet.  They've abandoned me for these numb blocks of pain that I now stand on. Feeling my age much?

However, I'm having a blast.  Being back at work in my old department is like a freakin' family reunion.  I'm so glad to be back with the crazy people I love and those same crazies actually love me back.  We work hard, but laugh and joke and make fun of each other and sweat... oh wait, that's just me.  They don't even glisten... pshh.  What's wrong with me and the sweat thing?  Okay moving forward, but the best part is I'm back with people who know how to translate me.  It's so nice when I start sputtering, stuttering, saying things backwards and sometimes just blankly staring they know exactly what I mean. Kind of like the people who read my blog.

Physically, it's a little rough when I get home.  Hot date every night with the heating pad is a must and let me tell you, there is real love found in a bottle of Motrin.  But hey, I was still sick when I was home and not working and had way too much time to think about it.  Mentally, I think it's the best thing for me. Dependence has never been a strong suit for me as you know and now I feel like I'm a little more in control of me.  I said "a little", let's not go over board.

Meanwhile, I normally work my usual 5am-2pm so I'm still home to hang out with the pidglets and when school starts again I will be home when they run off the bus so it's all flowers and sunshine right about now.

That may have been a slight exaggeration.  The pidglets miss me cleaning up after them and making them food and then repeating that process about 76.4 times per day.  Ahh, what is life.

Okay, well I just wanted to drop in and say I'm not dead yet.  Here's to Ibuprofen and lots of caffeine. Happy week.  I just might be back again soon... or not.

Over and out,

Loves,
  Pidg




Tuesday, July 1, 2014

To the Briar Patch with you...

The pidglets are with their dad this week.  He's had some business trips here and there and I've been graced with their beautimous presence for about 3 weeks.  No complaints here...

Now, with them gone it leaves a little time for cleaning and crocheting and just enough quiet to make me miss the loud laughs, screaming for food and hollering for an appreciative witness to some Minecraft creation.

The pidglets got picked up at 12:45 Sunday and were whisked away.  However, strangely, by 1:15 I received a text and it seems Lil Red was being a very bad girl.

Now, without going into the details and please remember there are two sides to this.  One I lived with for 12 years, the other I've lived with for 17... weird right?  And often collision is due to the two that are in the same vicinity.  So, it seemed the only option was to send said red-head back to her mother's house.  What?!  Give her back to me?  What did I do?

Ha!  It doesn't matter what they have done, it really doesn't, I will always take them back.  Keeping her separate at times might be the best so she can get more rest, do what she wants to do and clear her mind of all that is boggling her.  

So I spoke with her dad, told him I agreed and giggled when I got off the phone.  Here was my exact profound thought:  "Holy crud, he's throwing her in the briar patch."  

For those of you who aren't 100 years old like me, here's the reference from the folktale I grew up on. 


When she came in she was crying so I told her she needed to repent and we prayed... ever so hard, until the sun shone upon our faces.  Huh?  Yah, that's photo shopped sun, whateves...


Then I made her read "The Miracle of Forgiveness" for good measure...


Please note, my book is a picture book.  It's easier for me to understand that way. 

Then.... I made her scrub the baseboards with bleach and a toothbrush just so she would remember why no one wants to be sent back to mom's house.


Okay fine, I scrubbed the baseboards with bleach and a toothbrush, but I've got a whole 'nother set of issues that can only be solved by cleaning and mowing grass... and crocheting.  But she's so precious just to look at and pretend, if only for a moment, she does chores.

sigh.  This is what really happened.

When she came in she was crying.  She burst out, "I don't want to talk about it!" and ran to her room.  I popped my head in her door and said, "I don't want to talk about anything but when you're ready to each junk food and just hang out, I'll be in the craft room."

It wasn't very long until she joined me and we talked... about nothing.... and everything. It is what it is and certain things like, being a teenager for example, just can't be solved right now. Hormones, stress, school, moms and dads, finding the perfect set of flats, boys who don't like you and boys who do, friends that are and friends that aren't, eventually works itself out.

And I just happen to have all of the time in the world.


Until she grows up and leaves me.  sniff. Let's not ruin the moment.

Love this kid and holy crap is she full of amazing potential.  I see it every day in my pidglets.  One day, when they're done raising their mother, we'll look back on these times and giggle over junk food, because some things will never change.

Loves,
  Pidg