I really wish I had an ounce of domestic diva in me. I love all things fabric...I can't help myself. I just WISH that I knew how to sew. As in, I can't even sew a button. Partly, I've never really tried. Sewing intimidates the hell out of me. Just like all things yeast freak me out. I am intimidated by making bread. Thankfully Husband can both sew a button AND he makes delicious bread. But I'm driven.
I'm trying my hand at bread next week. Mark my words...there will be bread.
As for the sewing...oh, diary...let's make a little promise, okay? This weekend I will try to cut fabric in a straight line.
Friday, August 5, 2011
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Conflicted
Dear Diary,
Everything we wanted is getting closer to attainable...so why do I feel so conflicted? Oh yeah, I hate change. I hate moving, even though I don't like our house. Rentals always kind of suck. I'm getting ahead of myself. No one has promised us anything. But the carrots are starting to dangle in front of our noses. The possibilities are palpable.
And I sit on the edge...conflicted. And more than a little scared.
Everything we wanted is getting closer to attainable...so why do I feel so conflicted? Oh yeah, I hate change. I hate moving, even though I don't like our house. Rentals always kind of suck. I'm getting ahead of myself. No one has promised us anything. But the carrots are starting to dangle in front of our noses. The possibilities are palpable.
And I sit on the edge...conflicted. And more than a little scared.
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
One Step
Dear Diary,
I got us one step closer to moving home yesterday. Phone interviews are the worst, but I suppose it went well enough. I'm worried I won't get an offer. I'm worried that I will get an offer. A couple of years ago I vowed that I would never be the one to uproot our family again. Reality may prove otherwise. I don't know what to hope for at the moment.
In other news, I read 'Marley and Me' last night. The whole book in one sitting. I sobbed like a baby and proceeded to lay in bed petting Lu for hours. Silly dogs. They hold our hearts captive. Moving home is a promise we made to Lu when we first moved South. She's a northern girl, just like her mama.
I got us one step closer to moving home yesterday. Phone interviews are the worst, but I suppose it went well enough. I'm worried I won't get an offer. I'm worried that I will get an offer. A couple of years ago I vowed that I would never be the one to uproot our family again. Reality may prove otherwise. I don't know what to hope for at the moment.
In other news, I read 'Marley and Me' last night. The whole book in one sitting. I sobbed like a baby and proceeded to lay in bed petting Lu for hours. Silly dogs. They hold our hearts captive. Moving home is a promise we made to Lu when we first moved South. She's a northern girl, just like her mama.
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Anxiety Cleanse
Dear Diary,
If you want an all natural colon cleanse, just have an anxiety attack. Cheap fix.
Overshare? Not sorry.
If you want an all natural colon cleanse, just have an anxiety attack. Cheap fix.
Overshare? Not sorry.
Monday, August 1, 2011
7 day forecast
Dear Diary,
I will be a better employee, rather than letting things get a little lax. When I'm bored, it shows. Time to put on the mask. Husband is planning a trip to work on job contacts. Hopefully we'll be home for Christmas...hope springs eternal.
Monkey man has been 'huggy' lately. And I love it. He's worried about his new classroom at school and it makes him cling to us a bit more. He'll adjust, but for now I love that he wants to snuggle in close every once in a while. I miss that.
I have baby fever. It is in direct conflict with marathon fever.
Sigh.
I will be a better employee, rather than letting things get a little lax. When I'm bored, it shows. Time to put on the mask. Husband is planning a trip to work on job contacts. Hopefully we'll be home for Christmas...hope springs eternal.
Monkey man has been 'huggy' lately. And I love it. He's worried about his new classroom at school and it makes him cling to us a bit more. He'll adjust, but for now I love that he wants to snuggle in close every once in a while. I miss that.
I have baby fever. It is in direct conflict with marathon fever.
Sigh.
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Dear Heart
Dear Diary,
My dad hasn't been well lately. He's been falling asleep a lot and generally keeping to himself. He didn't tell my mom about the latest angina...until his stress test went poorly. The stent that they put in his carotid last year has either collapsed or there is a new block. He's been visiting the cardiologist for 18 years. 18 years. My grandpa had great genes. Lived into his 90s. My grandma died at 72. My dad turns 70 this year.
Looks like my panic attack last night was a bit of a premonition for tonight's sleep.
My dad hasn't been well lately. He's been falling asleep a lot and generally keeping to himself. He didn't tell my mom about the latest angina...until his stress test went poorly. The stent that they put in his carotid last year has either collapsed or there is a new block. He's been visiting the cardiologist for 18 years. 18 years. My grandpa had great genes. Lived into his 90s. My grandma died at 72. My dad turns 70 this year.
Looks like my panic attack last night was a bit of a premonition for tonight's sleep.
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Day 6 - I'm on a roll
Dear Day 6,
I ran 10 miles this morning. My legs are achy. I started my period. I'm happy that I'm not pregnant so I can continue marathon training. I'm sad that I'm not pregnant. 2011 has been tough. The husband might not get paid on Friday if the government doesn't figure out the budget. This would make life rather challenging. Good thing we have enough diapers in the house. Government shut-down threats are getting kind of old. He needs a new job because this crap is ridiculous. We have it better than a lot of people though...so I guess I shouldn't complain.
Thankful we have jobs. And health insurance.
I ran 10 miles this morning. My legs are achy. I started my period. I'm happy that I'm not pregnant so I can continue marathon training. I'm sad that I'm not pregnant. 2011 has been tough. The husband might not get paid on Friday if the government doesn't figure out the budget. This would make life rather challenging. Good thing we have enough diapers in the house. Government shut-down threats are getting kind of old. He needs a new job because this crap is ridiculous. We have it better than a lot of people though...so I guess I shouldn't complain.
Thankful we have jobs. And health insurance.
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