Queen of Rambles

The Good:

My mommy is coming to visit! My mommy is coming to visit!

The Bad:

She’s just been laid off at work. It almost makes me sick to contemplate, but she will be getting unemployment and they do want her back when they pick up. I just know how much she needs money and how big of a blow this is to her ego. Though I don’t consider her old in the least, she is edging ever closer to 60 (gasp! How did that happen???) and people aren’t too keen on hiring older folk even though the older folk have more experience (and in her case an incredible work ethic).

The Good:

I got two totally beautiful quilt blocks in the mail today! I shall post pics tomorrow when I’m not so tired that my head is spinning (yes, my head is really spinning. I must post. Don’t you admire my blog prowess, that I can type with a spinning head?)

The Bad:

The current quilt that I’m working on is making me cry. The top is so beautiful and I’m just totally ruining it with my poor quilting skills. I can kick ass in the piecing department, but I rarely practice my quilting. I also bought a different brand of fusible batting (June Taylor) and it officially sucks. It sucks so bad that I went to the website and lodged a complaint. I never do that. Fusible batting is supposed to fuse all the layers together. It is not supposed to let them just flop around in the breeze after three minutes. I hates it, I do. I’m not sure what I’m going to do. I also made a couple of bad decisions in regards to thread and backing and need to think of a solution. On the upside, I finally figured out how to drop my feed dogs and my freehand quilting isn’t too bad.

The Good:

Erik might be ready to be weaned!

The Bad:

He just doesn’t know it yet. I can barely squeeze any milk out of the breasts these days, so I’m thinking I’m about dried up. Erik has decided that he doesn’t want me to have anything to do with his breastfeeding sessions, so he pushes me away and grabs my hand and throws it and does everything he can to get away from me. Sorry kid, but if you want the boob juice I’m a part of the bargain. I’d love to be able to take them off and hand them to the boy and let him run wild, but I haven’t figured out the secret of detachable flesh just yet. The moment I do I’ll be wearing a size 6. Just you wait.

He’s been lucky thus far because I do have large boobs so he can take off in a three foot radius around me, sucking and drinking and having a merry old time. He likes me to lay down, then he just kind of swims in a circle all around. He also enjoys laying with his feet on the back of the couch while I lay on the couch. Our pediatrician would be impressed. I think his all time numero uno position is when I just flop the boob over the arm of our little rocker (doesn’t work in our big overstuffed chair) and he stands on the elliptical platform and nurses from the side). It’s all boob, all the time. With the lack of milk and his lack of freedom, I’m hoping he gives up on the whole process soon.

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