Pain Pain Pain
No wonder I’ve been so cranky and cravey (is that a word?) all week. The evil pain of womanhood started four days early. Ugh. Why would it want to do that?
I’m getting kind of excited about our trip to SF, though I am very nervous about it too. I am excited because I get to go on a tour of a chocolate factory with Sweet Pickles. She obviously understands what makes me tick. Chocolate. Mike’s friends however. . . Yes, they are nice, but they suggested we go kayaking. Ka-freaking-yaking. They’ve seen me on two different occasions. I should think it’s obvious that I don’t do sporty endeavors. I feel stupid for putting the kibosh on their fun times, but I just can’t bring myself to get into a small water craft that could flip over. A fish might touch me. Plus. . . rowing? I don’t think so. I’ve rowed before. It’s not something I ever hope to do again. Fun doesn’t even begin to enter the equation. They took my kiboshing well so I hope they aren’t making fun of me behind my back for being such a wimp. They don’t seem like the type. Ugh. I just hate interacting with strangers.
I got my sister’s frog curtains done and I must say they look good. I have no idea if I did them “correctly” but they are certainly curtains and they are certainly straight so it should be ok. They are probably going to be way too long, but that’s what you get when you ask me to make something and say “it’s a window” when I ask for specific measurements.
I am very happy to report that Lexie seems extremely happy. I was really worried that she’d go into post-partum depression, but she sounds much happier than I’ve heard her in a long time. Apparently Braxton is a very good sleeper and he’s not a screamer, so I’m sure that helps a lot. She says he just whimpers at 2 am then goes right back to sleep after a feeding and changing. She must have hit the baby lottery to get such a good little boy. I hope he continues to be a good little boy.
I got a great hair cut today with makes me feel better about the awful eyebrows of yesterday. I took some good advice and got some make-up on those suckers. The only problem? It looks like some seriously acne loaded skin has crawled off a teen boy’s face and found it’s way to my poor eyebrow area. I have two complete pimple colonies living up there. They’re going to appoint a queen tomorrow. I hope they don’t decide to do any exploring. I don’t need any more pimple colonies.
Too tired to say more. I have to finish a quilt tomorrow. How am I ever going to do that? Why do I think I need so many projects?
Oh! Speaking of quilts, it seems I need to get another baby quilt going. My cousin just announced that she’s having a baby in January. I’m really happy for her because she was scared she couldn’t have kids. She’s in her late 30s and got married a couple of years ago. It was nice to hear they have finally been successful. They waited till she was at 12 weeks to say anything just in case.
Bah. Bedtime. Where is the time going?
July 15th, 2004 at 9:01 am
Kayaking isn’t as hard as you think. If you are renting boats they usually have lots of options, including some that are less tippy than others. And the rowing isn’t as hard or complicated as it looks either.
I’m just a big advocate of fun exercise since I do so much un-fun exercise.