Fix my Blog

Facebook has seriously eliminated the need for a blog. It's so instant and awesome! Also, I didn't even realize that my header and everything was all messed up. Whatever. Which by the way, Emma got in a lot of trouble for saying. How dare she say "Whatever" to me with a slight roll of the eyes. Where does she pick these things up? Somebody should have a talk with her parents.

Also, can you fix my blog for me?

Pooka Strikes Again!

Two Saturday's ago, I sat down at my sewing machine to whip up a little dress for Emma. The thread in my machine was a beautiful teal, however, I needed yellow. I dug through my sewing box to find the yellow, pulled out my bobbin and set the bobbin holder to the side of my machine. I wound the yellow bobbin and went to put it back in the holder, but it was gone. How strange. It was sitting right there, next to my machine, and then *poof* it was MIA. Please refer to the Pooka story. I believe in Pooka's I really really do. What I would like to know though, is where did that little devil put my bobbin holder? How am I supposed to have a handmade holiday without a fully functioning sewing machine? I have torn my room A-P-A-R-T! Please little Pooka devil, bring my thingie back.

I Challenge You!

I look forward to this every year! Just "sew" you know, I have been there since the beginning. It makes me feel special to say that.

A Simple Kind of Life

I dream of a simple life. The kind of life where I stay home and have lots of babies, do laundry, clean the house, make dinner for my husband who works oh so hard during the day. I like the idea of doing community service projects, being well liked by the Ladies Auxiliary and president of the PTA. I would like to have a carefree spring in my step and and think to myself "I love this beautiful, simple life!" All of this could be possible except for a few tiny, small, insignificant details.

First, I happen to be very loud and opinionated. I never take anything at face value. There is always an ulterior motive and I will make a point to try to figure out what it is. A loud, opinionated housewife. Who ever heard of such a thing? Also, I get angry at a lot of things. Society, government, my neighbor, the person in the minivan who did not yield at the sign clearly stated “YIELD”. I would like to be indifferent to the plight of the world, but I feel it is my duty as a human being to make the world a better place. This mostly revolves around people doing things my way or at the very least listening to me lay out the pros and cons of why my way is the right way and theirs is wrong.

Second, I have very little patience. I like to have an agenda, meet that agenda and move on the the next item of business. Please stop dilly-dallying on my time thank-you-very-much. Very little patience and children just don't seem to go hand-in-hand.

Third, I really don’t like to fold the whites. Socks are my nemeses. By the way, I don't like the word “nemeses”don’t you think the plural of nemesis should be nemesi?

So, while I like the idea of a simple life, the truth is, life by its very nature is complicated.

Just Being

Yesterday, started with Emma’s neck bright red and bumpy in the distinct outline of a necklace she had worn for Halloween the night before. Thank you cheap costume jewelry for reminding me that my girl and I are only meant to be showered with jewels in the form of nickel free and stainless steel. One oatmeal bath and 1% cortisone application later, we were settling in for a lazy Sunday when Emma’s friend Brandy came a knockin’. Brandy is our neighbor daughter (daughter by proxy if you will) who lives three doors down and across the street. Her and Emma can play for hours on end, and usually do.

With Emma occupied and distracted from her itchy neck, I set to work cleaning the pantry.

It’s an obsession. I also managed to clean the downstairs bathroom and start a mean enchilada sauce for dinner. Chicken and cheese wrapped up in tortilla deliciousness, smothered in spicy cilantro red sauce, I think that’s pretty awesome. (So does Dan)

It was rainy and cold outside, but we were cozy and warm on the inside doing the things that families do, content to just be.

NaBloPoMo

One post ago, I asked for your help coming up with a cutesy, witty name for my post a day in November. I came up with "Blogvember" (not so cute or witty) and Tiffany came up with the awesome "Bloggiving". Then, today I found this gem. http://www.nablopomo.com/. You have to click to find out what it is.

So I decided that I will roll Bloggiving and NaBloPoMo into one. Writing about one thing every day that I am thankful for in the month of November.

Today, being November first, I will tell you I am thankful for daylight savings time. Now, when I get up at 6am to go work out (something I am starting on November 2nd) it will actually feel like 7am which as we all know is so WAYYYYY better.

I Love to Read!

One of the things I have been looking forward to since Emma started school was receiving the Scholastic book flier. Waiting may be a slight understatement, more like the anticipation was so great I almost peed my pants when it came home in her backpack. I flipped through the thin colored newspaper drooling over the possibilities. I had decided, long before Emma started school, that she would have the opportunity to do the thing I was never permitted. Purchase one item of her choosing from every flier. Oh how I longed to have those books when I was a child, so envious of the kids who would come to school with their order forms filled out and a check stapled to the upper left hand corner.

The first thing that caught my eye was Hello Reading! a complete set of phonics driven learning narrated by none other that Hello Kitty herself. If anything will get Emma excited to read, it would be Hello Kitty. She has been surrounded by books since infancy and has most every classic children's book you can think of. She loves the idea of books, but strangely, not the act of reading. Sometimes I wonder if I actually birthed that kid.

It was a wonderful experience, seeing that booklet filled with reading material, choosing a treasure and now anticipating it's arrival. I was nostalgic and gleeful.

Emma? She thinks her mother is strange.