Crochet and knit some dishcloths! Instant gratification, surprise when you use a pattern with no pictures and scraps of yarn that may or may not work together.
Work on borders for the Mystery Quilts (yup, still plugging along on those).
Finish piecing the quilt we were working together on in the quilting group.
Take another trip to the Dino Park, this time with the whole family (Stephen took these ones).
Oh, and of course, take pictures of everything, and create a post for your blog.
3 comments:
It was fun to go to the dinosaur park mom
Who was it and what did they say? I'll go rough them up for you. People are stupid. I remember going to the vending machines at nu skin for a snack (I went for pretzels. PRETZELS! I wanted something salty with carbs, and pretzels fit the bill) Anyway, there was this older guy sitting on the floor near the vending machines, all in "work-out" clothes, stretching (I assume before or after a lunch time work-out). Anyway, I walked up to the machine to put my money in, smiled and said hello, and he clicked his tongue, and said something to the effect of it was shameful I would consider eating such junk and then got up and left on his workout or whatever. I was raging inside! What did he know about me, what I had eaten that day, what I was planning to get out of the vending machine, that I had run 3 miles that morning (this was back when I was running)? He sure could pass judgement so quick and easily and go on his merry way. This is the same guy that saw me getting on the elevator with my crumb donettes when I was 7 months pregnant, and he clicked his tongue and shook his head again at me, said something about the donettes being lunch or whatever. I wanted to punch him in the nose and say, "don't mess with a pregnant lady and her crumb donettes!" I was so spitting angry again! But I guess I finally let it go. It took me a while, kind of silly of me, but I can't change that stupid guy's perception of me, even if I tried to explain it all. Even though I want to say to him, "you have it all wrong!" oh, well, whatever. I do understand completely your window into your train of thought. I've run down that track so many times. So many times! It always seems that some project will snap me out of it--until the next time. :) I hope you are feeling better. Now that I am sleeping and all of those fortune cookies and pictures are finished, I might start my blog back up again. oh, I might have to wait until Oliver doesn't need me to walk him around all day. ALL DAY! that's what siblings are for, right? oh, dear...
The comment wasn't directed at me but one lady talking about the huffing when I had to chase my own two year old and "what was that about". Yes I am lazy. Yes, I have finally come to terms (maybe) with the fact that I will never grow up. I will no longer try to be what I am not. I do not like to clean the house, I do not care if the house is a mess this does not bother me, I will not track everything for everyone, because I can't anyway and so it causes undo stress when the fact is it is limited ability. However, don't worry, I will often still chase down the two year old, especially if anyone else is watching. Turns out I usually like my kids better this way, and I don't feel I have to be the enforcer over things I don't actually care about anyway.
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