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No Matter What Life Brings...

Tomorrow is Brian and my anniversary again. As always, I'll link to the post with the vows in it, so you can read our beautifully written, rhyming, pledges to each other. Written over cups and cups of coffee, we slaved over getting these just right, and I STILL love them... My goodness though - eleven years now! And I still can't help but grab his ass in passing in the kitchen... errr... *coughs and blushes*

Eleven years, and I still love, Love, LOVE him. I get all mushy, sappy, lustfull, and "private smile" when I think about him. Even though, sometimes, he can be totally oblivious - we are so much more often IN synch than out. And we've never gotten SO out of synch that we couldn't reconnect somehow. We always come back. Our friendship is just that strong. (and his ass is just that cute *wink*)

So, for Brian..

Anyways... (tally mark)

Back to my mommy work...

Current Mood: in love

Artsy-Craftsy!

Oh, man. I've got pictures I want to post. Thoughts I want to rant or ramble about. I've probably written about 20 or 30 blog posts in my head since the last actual one...

But, time is at a premium and lately I seem to spend my "free" moments knitting.

...

Yes, I did just say that, didn't I? I spend my free time "knitting".

I have two brand new paperbacks calling for me to read them, as well as a really cool new book on jewelry. I have bunches of jewlery-making stuff calling me, begging to be put to use...

and I'm knitting.

The little play scarves I've been making the kids also seem to double as roads for matchbox cars to drive along. Yah.

There goes the last shreds of my tomboyishness, eh? One of these days someone is going to make me turn in the keys to my SUV for a bright pink minivan or something. *shudder*

We started knitting in the parent-child class I take with Kayla, and it all kind of came back to me from when I was knitting years ago during Civil War reenactments. (It gave me something to do with my hands other than smoking - which was not considered "period" for civil war women) While I haven't a clue how to make anything complicated, like a sweater or mittens, I can make simple squares and rectangles. So now one of Kayla's babies has a brand new knit blanket, there is a small red dish towel for their play kitchen, and two long stretches that could be scarves or belts for play, but seem to be mostly used as roads for the matchbox cars.

Jareth keeps insisting I make more "roads" too... I think he wants to stretch them all around the room. The little slave driver...!

I'm also coming off of making over 100 little sewn felt flower buttons on clips for the May Faire that Jareth's school held last weekend. I had other people making about 50 or 60 more of them, but I made over 100, despite claims that I cannot sew. The claims were made by ME by the way. *rolls eyes*

So much for THAT theory.

I also made some polymer clay critters. It's the first time I really played with polymer clay, and frankly I was pleased with the results. Despite the fact that Kayla has already managed to rip both the tail AND the head off the cute little kitty she got to keep out of the lot... Yeah. That's my little girl. El Destructo.

I did keep the first "bunny" I made. I shall have to post a picture at some point. I named him "Proto", as he was the prototype (although we have had several "Proto Lives!" jokes as a result). There's a story in my head, relating to Proto, however, that was part of the reason I couldn't part with him. Perhaps I will relay that when I get the pic up. We'll see...

More later. Knitting now! (Or maybe I'll actually start to READ one of my books...)

Current Mood: weird

Belly Bug...

"The Belly Bug" is how the doctor layman-termed. AKA Gastroenteritis, or something like that. Kayla's got it. I've got it. Ugh.

Tuesday night, as I crawled into bed, I told Brian how miserable I was feeling. "I'm suffering," I complained. At the time, however, I thought it was just allergies. I'd been gettting progressively feeling worse for about a week, but most of the symptoms seemed to be allergy ones. Kayla, however, had thrown up the night before. She had been refusing to eat much on Monday, so I knew she was fighting something off, and I'd given her Tylenol and such to help ease the discomfort. She'd eaten great at dinner, so I thought she'd been feeling better. Then dinner arrived on her bedsheets. She was pretty upset. She's only had her "big girl bed" for a couple of weeks now and was devastated to have "noodles" (mac & cheese) all over her new butterfly sheets.

Then she seemed fine all day Tuesday. On the mend. Must have been a 24-hour bug...

Then, Tuesday night, she and I both started throwing up around 3am. I believe Brian said she threw up four times, or at least there were that many outfit changes for her. I wouldn't know for sure though - I was in the bathroom throwing up and having diarreah myself nearly every half an hour. Around 8am, I threw in the towel and we all crawled into the car for a trip to the ER. Kayla and I BOTH had IVs put in. My poor little girl was such a trooper. Brian has this picture of her sitting there with her arm all wrapped in gauze on a small board to keep the IV in place. She looks so sad and tired in it.

We were at the hospital for hours and hours - From about 9am to about 5pm. They gave me a couple of things for nausea and I had an allergic reaction to the second one. That's a first for me, so now I know I can't have Phenegran. I keep rolling that word in my mouth, trying to make sure I remember it well, so I can tell doctors later on. Fffffen-eh-gran. Phenegran. After the horrible tingling, pins-and-needles in my hands, arms, legs, and feet, and all the surface muscles in my legs clenching, and the roiling and twitching in my abdomen, and the overall feeling that something was just wrong with me... AND I was hypersensitive to every touch sensation. I haven't shaved my legs in a couple days and I swear it felt like someone had tossed a porcupine under the sheets to snuggle up against my legs. *shudder*

They dosed me good with Benadryl to deal with the reaction and gave me some other stuff. At the time I felt torn between that feeling that maybe more drugs weren't the solution, but still... glad they finally found the concoction to make me feel better. Still, there was a little while where I was torn when they offered to keep me overnight for observation. There was still some numbness and pins-and-needles feeling in my extremeties when we left the hospital, but I just wanted to get home to my own bed. After which, with some meds for nausea and pain I passed out for a good long time last night.

Today is a rest day. Brian stayed home (although he's been trying to telecommute on his work laptop too) to take care of Kayla and I while I rest. Problem is... can't just sleep the entire day away. The pain stuff they gave me doesn't totally knock me out that much. So... my laptop has travelled up to the bedroom for a while to keep me a little entertained. Thought I'd actually throw a blog post up for once. Heh.

Tons to get done tomorrow though, as a result. Grocery shopping has been bounced back to then. I also need to do final preparations for Jareth's birthday party this Saturday, as well as a family get-together for it on Sunday. I still haven't picked up the gift WE want to get him either. And I have some phone calls to make from the RSVPs. Happily, though - looks like it will be a fairly good crowd of kids for his party. He's totally excited.

Alright, enough for now. Tired of typing. More rest...

Current Mood: sick