oh yeah, NOW I’m tired.

So I finished the quilt top.  It took a long time for the cutting, then Bren designed each block of 9 squares out of the fabric choices and I sewed them together.  He sewed for a bit, but his seams were a bit crooked (bad for piecing a quilt), so we agreed I’d sew and press – he’d be the designer.  He’ll get to practice straight seams on scraps another day.

He and dad made the cookie dough tonight and tomorrow evening will be cookie production time while I work on quilting his little “Eureka” quilt.  I’ll post pics when it’s done.

I have enough cut squares left to make a cute little version for Aidan, so that will be for another day.  My next class just opened up today so I’ve got to get back into the swing of reading and posting.  The project for it looks like a bear, so this means I’ve got to get into it full bore.

Still, I have a little dude who really, really wants a blankie of his own, so I’ll work a little on it each night.  Since I’M the designer on this one, I can give in to my urge to have a cool pattern on it.  I don’t know what it’ll be yet, but it’ll be fun.  He’s an easy audience compared to Bren!

I feel like I’ve been run over, though.  I didn’t drink enough water today, so I’m kind of hurting.  My hands hurt… my back hurts… my head hurts.   I sure ran my sewing machine through its paces today.  How cool is that after it gathering dust for so long???

Time to do some reading for my class and get my brain ready for work tomorrow.  I didn’t get my bike helmet today.  I really didn’t budge out of the study today…  I was back and forth between my sewing machine and the ironing board, that was mostly it.

Bren’s cracked open Percy Jackson & The Olympians – The Lightening Thief.  He’s only reading 3 or 4 other books right now.  Not sure what’s going on, but he seems to be bouncing around a bit.  I can sympathize.  I’d really rather read something other my Managing Technological Innovation book.

ok.  I’m now a smudge.  I’m wiped out.

Time for some water and possibly a sneaky slide off to bed.




Just quick, because if I sit still for too long, I’m toast.

Bad night.  Ate dinner too late, indigestion kept me up several times last night.  Ouch.

Getting ready for cutting the fabric and I’ve got the sugar cookie recipe for Bren’s cookie lesson.  I’m going to ask him if we can make them lemony and tint the icing green for a “spring” kind of theme, then we can send them into his class tomorrow.  🙂

I’m also heading over to the sports shop to pick up a bike helmet so I can ride my pink bicycle back and forth to work.  Time to whittle down this butt and feel like myself again!

Other than the fatigue, I feel good.  I’ve been getting laundry done and I’m feeling really excited about cutting our quilt squares.  I’ve promised Bren he can run the sewing machine while I do the pressing, so wish us luck.  It looks like it’s going to be a fun day in our household!!

one sleepy moonfire

About last night and Press N Go

First, my long-time friend took me out for a lovely dinner.  We sat in this funky little organic tea place, eating our asian-influenced cabbage/carrot/red pepper salads and drinking Fairy Flower tea.  If you live in the Boise area, check out Shangri La… the proprietor has wonderful teas, a sense of humor, and food that will make your mouth water before it hits your table.  I strongly recommend the Super Pudding!  Don’t be put off by the ingredient list… trust me on this.

So H*, my long-time friend, and I sat and had great conversation that roamed the gamut.  She has had some interesting events happen recently and it made for good, mind-bending conversation as we navigated the possible meanings of it and how it made both of us react.  I’m seriously glad that she has such a level, steady (and H*, I don’t mean this in any “ouch” kind of way – although I know you won’t take it that way) head on her shoulders.  She knows who she is and she is very confident about what she feels about things.

We traded back and forth on ideas, something that I always enjoy, and at the end of the evening I had that sense of happiness I get when my mind has been exercised.  I really don’t think there’s any other feeling like that!

I did share some of my (once again) meanderings and logic paths that have recently cropped up.  I don’t know where I’m heading with these ideas, but at least I’m taking them out and giving them a run for their money.  For the first time in a long, long while, I’m reluctant to pursue this train of reasoning, even though I suspect it might be the right thing to do.  We’ll see.  Todd will be a big help in my working through it, I’m sure.

Right now I’m pressing fabric like a mad woman (ok – in the interest of keeping this clear, I’m spraying fabric with starch, letting it soak in and slightly dry, THEN I’m pressing it).  I need to have it done before Bren gets home from the museum.  It’s the fabric for the quilt.  Yes, we’re behind schedule but I think we’re going to make up for it after yesterday’s really lovely quilting bee with his class.  Maybe this was the inspiration that I needed?


And on this same note, I’ve been giving a lot of thought to my need to create something.  I’ve got limitations on my time and can’t make a huge commitment to something that is really involved.  So given those limitations, I think periodic quilting sessions might be the ticket for me.  Now I’m mostly talking about the piecing stage.  The actual quilting stage is going to be a bit harder for me…  I don’t have a big work space in which to do it, so I might keep that aspect kind of simplified.  Bren and I are going to do a tied quilt for his.  We’ve got a cool, multi-colored yarn that we’ll use with our space quilt.

Crud.  I just realized that I’ve got to find my cool white and silver fabric that we’ll use for the backing.  I can’t begin to guess where it is…  Hmm.  I’ll have to do some digging in the garage.  First things first, though.  We have to get the piecing done.  We can worry about that next stage when the time is right.

Anyway, that’s my story for today.  Wonderful visit and talk last night (not to mention amazing food and tea) – great excitement in the world of creativity and being mom to a really cool pair of kids today.  And my honey is doing the super neato dad thing.  It’s all very good!

cheers on a funky Saturday,

ahh, sleepy time

Had a good day at work and an even better evening out with a friend.  I want to write about the evening but I am tired now and couldn’t do it justice.  Suffice to say, it was fun and funny and as always, we talked about all things strange and wonderful in our lives.  Send some good thoughts her way – her wonderful man is away until Sunday and I know she misses him dreadfully.

Ok.  My day has come to a close.  I have sore, sore, sore muscles from too much dancing and it makes me smile to think of it.

A final thought – we never know where life will take us.  Make all the plans you want.  In the end, the path you are on is your own and all the bumps and scrapes are just a part of the journey.


My new addiction (Just Dance)

I won’t say the Wii has been gathering dust, but I’ve been avoiding it a bit lately because I’m feeling like I’ll get on the balance board and the damn thing will go “DAMN woman!  You’ve put on some pounds!!”


It’s that bad right now.

So this past weekend we had to pick something up from Best Buy and I saw this game, Just Dance.  I’ve tried dance workouts and haven’t been impressed – mostly because I want to have fun, not die from musak versions of the club mixes I like.

I seriously, seriously love to dance.  But I can’t take smoke so clubs are out – beyond the whole ick factor that I’m 40 and overweight and my self-esteem is in the freaking toilet – but I can deal with that topic another day.

So tonight, after debating whether or not I should not even open it but take it back, Bren and I opened that puppy up and got our groove on.


It was amazing awesome fun.  It was hard.  It made me laugh.  Bren kept going and going, with breaks for drinks.  I’m actually sore and now I have to get in a very hot tub to ease my poor body.  But you know what?  I’m cracking that sucker open after I get the baby off on his trip to gramma’s house.  I’m going to boogie down a bit before my work day starts.

Do you know how great that is??  It’s freaking AWESOME.

Seriously dude.

And if you see me hobbling around town over the next few days?  Just laugh it off, ’cause I am.

signing off – The Dancing Queen – moonfire

another Sunday morning

I need a big cup of coffee right now.  I’d like to say I slept well last night, but our little guy had a waking spell around 4am (which is highly rare for him) and he just couldn’t settle back down.  Poor dude.  Poor mommy.  I was kneeling next to his bed, rubbing his back and all I wanted to do was lay my head down and go back to sleep, but, as it is when I wake up early like that, once I got back into bed I couldn’t drift off again.

My head always seems to fill up with things, if I’m awake for too long.  Bits and pieces from the coming day start swirling around, along with anxieties, frustrations, and even, sometimes, hunger.  Mostly I battle them back and go back to sleep, but it’s only after a prolonged hour or two.  Some mornings I give in and get up, hoping for some kind of productivity.  And once in a great while, I get the thoughts to retreat and I actually go back to sleep.

This morning was one of the prolonged battle type mornings.  I did drift off, late, and then my body’s idea of sleeping in was to let me hang in there until 8:30.  I could hear little voices downstairs (Bren had the Wii going) and no matter how I try, I just can’t turn off the “mommy-alert” status that puts my body into.

In the meantime, Todd lay there, snoozing and snoring.  I looked at him, one more time before getting out of bed, and I really wanted to jump up and down on the bed and cheer “THE KIDS ARE UP – HOW CAN YOU SLEEP???”

Yeah.  Dads just do not seem to have the same alert system that moms do.  Or maybe that’s this particular dad.  I don’t know.

I have mammoth amounts of cleaning to do today.  I’m looking at my desk right now and I can’t help but shudder.  The downstairs big table has become a repository for all things paper.  The living room is scattered with shoes, coats, toys and the remnants of what should be filled DVD boxes.  Our kids are down there, playing quietly, so it’s hard for me to feel motivated right now.  They are happy little guys – one has his car book (with the accompanying stickers that are now attached to a bookshelf… sigh) and the other is thrilled with Lego Star Wars the Complete Saga.

I’m hiding up here, typing furiously, because I haven’t had any quality blogging time in a while…  but I feel guilty, guilty, guilty.

I should have a load of laundry in.  I should be working on cleaning off my desk, the table, the living room, the giant ex-Christmas tree mess that defies description.

Should, should, should.

It’s rattling around in my brain.  I hate “should”.  I like the thought of magic house fairy instead.  She (and I say “she” because cute as Dwayne Johnson was in a tutu, I want a woman doing this magical assistance because I know – and here is my momentary descent into sexism – she will do it the way I would like), the Magic House Fairy (MHF),  would come in, sprinkle fairy dust of the active type, not the passive, make more mess type, and wave her MHF official wand…  My house would emerge sparkling, well-organized, clean down to the micron level, and both children would be gleaming with a healthy glow of good nutrition.

Um.  Yeah.

We’re stuck with me and my side-kick, Makes Big Messes.

I am fully willing to admit my failings and here is my biggest, most warty failing.  I enjoy cleaning ONLY when I have absolutely NO other commitments whatsoever.  Now, it should be noted that working and school both constitute MASSIVE commitments.  When I have a break from either, the very last thing I wish to even remotely consider is doing laundry or dishes.  I want to sit, quietly and do absolutely nothing except something which is frivolous and serves no other greater good.

All this will do, however, is allow the mess to increase and have the cheery side-effect of making me miserable on Monday when I return to work, fully conscious of the fact that the house work did NOT get done.  That it will, instead, build on itself until I have even more to do once I find an ounce of drive to do it.

So if you have an MHF, please send her (or even him, I’m desperate) right away.

cheers on what could potentially be a productive Sunday,

done until my next class…

Well.  Missed a couple on my final, but I saw that coming.  Got through the essay portion, but one of the questions was odd and didn’t very clearly state what was needed.  I addressed it as best I could, but I doubt I answered it as they wanted.  It was really strange and very obtuse.

Still, it’s done.  I got it done and I’m officially “between” classes right now.  I don’t have to worry about it anymore.  In truth, I was more interested in doing well on the research project.  The final felt like just an extra, even though it was worth 25% of my grade.  I connected more to the paper.

I needed about 150 points on the final in order to have a B.  I would have to say I probably met that requirement.  So I’m satisfied with it.  I didn’t do extremely well on it, not like I’ve done on some in the past, but I can be honest here – I just wanted to be done.   I seriously need the break.

Now I’m going to go find Bren and see if he’s ready to start plotting out the quilt.  We’re designing a quilt (done with equilateral triangles).  We’re going to find “space” oriented fabric to make it.  I’m grinning over that one.  Our intent is to make a blanket/quilt for snuggling under when we’re watching movies at home.

On that note, I’m done.