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May. 4th, 2012 09:58 amFinally, finally my back is starting to hurt less. It's finally getting better every day instead of getting worse. It's still ouchy if I sit still for more than an hour or so at a time, but stretching, playing with kiddos, and advil are finally effective. About damn time.
My Subaru is currently at our favorite car repair shop getting new tires. This is both convenient and inconvenient, since we're heading to Iowa to visit my folks for the weekend. I'm glad that we'll have new tires for the drive, but it means that the Jeep's going to be hanging out in the work parking garage for the weekend. Oh well.
My mom has a jam-packed Saturday scheduled for us - garage sales, nature center, story time, church, walks, park, playing, and probably more. I'm freaking exhausted and really would rather just hand Emi to her for entertainment and go take a nap. Or, thinking way outside the box, leave both kids with them and go see Avengers with Downwood. That'd be spectacular!
I've been hankering for another round of Iron Bulwar-Lytton. It's about as much creativity as I can muster up today.
I inherited a spectacular black bodice (basically view H - http://mccallpattern.mccall.com/m4107-products-1009.php?page_id=493). I'm extremely tempted to make a floofy white shirt and a skirt out of the leftover pink linen from Emi's dress. Then, for faire, tuck the skirt up in my belt, wear my black pirate pants under the skirt, and my tall black boots. I probably won't bring a sword, just because of weight and managing two munchkins. Or I could finish my corded petticoat, make a pink overskirt to match Emi and wear my black skirt and one of my existing chemises. Decisions, decisions.
Re-reading Night Circus again. Dear gods, would I love to run a game in this world.
My giant purple shawl continues to eat up yarn. It's basically a lace doily ramped up with big, chunky yarn instead of thread. It's getting to the point where it's awkward to work on and might be a bit toasty in the car, but I like seeing progress.
Ugh. Lots of free floating anxiety today. Not fun. More coffee should fix it, though, as well as give me an excuse to get up from my desk and walk around. And read a little more of Smoking Ears and Screaming Teeth, which is both interesting and makes me glad that my science career didn't include some of those experiments. Sheesh.
Also, if you save up empty beer bottles for me, I'll return some of them unto you filled with homebrew. Just saying.
My Subaru is currently at our favorite car repair shop getting new tires. This is both convenient and inconvenient, since we're heading to Iowa to visit my folks for the weekend. I'm glad that we'll have new tires for the drive, but it means that the Jeep's going to be hanging out in the work parking garage for the weekend. Oh well.
My mom has a jam-packed Saturday scheduled for us - garage sales, nature center, story time, church, walks, park, playing, and probably more. I'm freaking exhausted and really would rather just hand Emi to her for entertainment and go take a nap. Or, thinking way outside the box, leave both kids with them and go see Avengers with Downwood. That'd be spectacular!
I've been hankering for another round of Iron Bulwar-Lytton. It's about as much creativity as I can muster up today.
I inherited a spectacular black bodice (basically view H - http://mccallpattern.mccall.com/m4107-products-1009.php?page_id=493). I'm extremely tempted to make a floofy white shirt and a skirt out of the leftover pink linen from Emi's dress. Then, for faire, tuck the skirt up in my belt, wear my black pirate pants under the skirt, and my tall black boots. I probably won't bring a sword, just because of weight and managing two munchkins. Or I could finish my corded petticoat, make a pink overskirt to match Emi and wear my black skirt and one of my existing chemises. Decisions, decisions.
Re-reading Night Circus again. Dear gods, would I love to run a game in this world.
My giant purple shawl continues to eat up yarn. It's basically a lace doily ramped up with big, chunky yarn instead of thread. It's getting to the point where it's awkward to work on and might be a bit toasty in the car, but I like seeing progress.
Ugh. Lots of free floating anxiety today. Not fun. More coffee should fix it, though, as well as give me an excuse to get up from my desk and walk around. And read a little more of Smoking Ears and Screaming Teeth, which is both interesting and makes me glad that my science career didn't include some of those experiments. Sheesh.
Also, if you save up empty beer bottles for me, I'll return some of them unto you filled with homebrew. Just saying.
