Wedding Wednesdays is on hiatus while I sink my teeth into a new project.
I KNOW! I already have enough projects in progress, such as:
- Finding a great dry cleaning coupon; taking my dry cleaning in.
- Finishing that 2008 scrapbook. After ordering all remaining photos from 2008.
- Revising our household budget so that…you know what? I’m absolutely going to fall asleep if I keep this up. Plus Tom Brady’s on TV coaching a gaggle of cute kids, and he just did some push-ups, and then he almost hit a three-point shot with a football…soooooo I’m gonna wrap this up.
My latest aspiration? To make this for Will:
Mini Boden romper from bodenusa.com
And to make this for whichever upcoming delivery surprise turns out to be a girl:
Mini Boden applique dress from bodenusa.com
Now all I need is a pattern, some fabric, a sewing machine, instructions, and the will not to give in and just order it all for 15% off. Riiiight.
babytalk, bits & bobs, happy pursuits
I was ten years old when I wrote this gripping cliffhanger. Clearly there was a little Agatha Christie happening on my bookshelf in 1990; equally clearly, my follow-through was not the greatest. But in the making-up-names department? Observe the mad skillz:
YOU ARE CORDIALLY INVITED TO THE
MURDER OF MARTY D. HALL
It was a foggy day in March when the letter came to the wife of Marshall David Hall.
Dear Mrs. Linda Hall,
We have upsetting news from the Relaxation Cabins of Mont Pelier, Vermont. Your husband, Marshall David Hall, was found dead three days ago by Inspector Bradstein after his two-day disappearance. If you would like to investigate, please come down to the Relaxation Cabins as our guest.
Sincerely with most condolences,
John Kenzie AND Leonard Raywin
Linda didn’t cry. But her heart nearly stopped. Marty? Dead?
Linda ran out of the house in her slippers and bathrobe. She ran to the train station. People looked at her as if she was crazy. With her pocket money, she paid for a ticket to Mont Pelier, Vermont, and another for the trip back.
Then, she sat down on a bench underneath the ledge. Drips of rain fell in front of her. A little girl tried to capture them on her tongue as her mother pulled her back.
The train came and she handed the conductor her ticket. Then she hopped on. After she sat down, she pulled the robe down lower on her legs. She arranged the slippers on her feet. After the train ride, she ran out and got into a taxi.
“Lady, are you some kind of bum? A homeless? You got money?” The driver said these questions as he began driving.
“I ran out of the house. Right after I found out my husband died.”
“What a pity, ma’am. I’m sorry if I insulted you. So many people come in and run out with no pay.”
They arrived soon at the Relaxation Cabins.
After the condolences of the two cabin owners, John Kenzie and Leonard Raywin, they left her alone and she went to her room. She wrote down a list of suspects.
JOHN KENZIE- HE SEEMED TO KNOW A LOT ABOUT THE MURDER.
LEONARD RAYWIN- HE AND JOHN KENZIE ARE “QUITE A PAIR”.
INSPECTOR BRADSTEIN- HE FOUND THE CORPSE. HAD HE SEEN IT BEFORE?
“It isn’t much,” she muttered. Then there was a knock on the door.
bits & bobs, happy pursuits
So many things were weighing on my mind tonight. My son is teething prematurely; it’s disrupting his sleep patterns, and also all his other patterns. My husband is doing our taxes. My playroom rug is waiting to be unfurled and put to good use. There’s Swiffering to be done! And we’re thinking of buying a minivan! Suburban dilemmas abound!
But the real issue? I could not for the life of me decide which shows to watch and/or record between eight and ten o’clock this evening.
At 7:45, I realized that How I Met Your Mother and Jon and Kate Plus 8 were scheduled to record. But, wait! The Bachelor’s down to the last three girls, and I’m actually interested in the last two episodes of the season. And there’s an all-new House.
Thus began the internal struggle. HIMYM is hilarious, but this was a repeat–although I’d never seen the original episode. On the other hand, House was brand-new…and it promised to explore the relationship between Foreman and Thirteen, and I had no idea there even was such a relationship. Still, this season of The Bachelor claims to be the “most dramatic ever”–so dramatic, they’re making the final rose ceremony “extremely intimate,” whatever that could possibly mean in the context of national television.
This decision took twenty minutes and was made for me when suddenly it was 8:05 and the DVR was recording fluff instead of substance; yep, I ended up forgoing House, and I’m fine with that.
And now my teething son has interrupted my husband’s accounting and I have to go deal with that situation. Happy Monday, everyone!
happy pursuits, quandaries
Today I realized that this is my second housebound day in a row, which makes me feel extremely justified in calling myself a Stay-at-Home Mom. (And also compels me to assure you that I’m out of my PJs and wearing my contacts; I’m looking presentable enough to go outside should the need arise, but not so presentable that I want an excuse to go outside. Does that make sense?)
In the old days (read: five months ago), ten hours of hermithood sent me into a cabin-fever tailspin. Dave would come home after work to find me either in the midst of an existential breakdown or manically baking a seventh loaf of zucchini bread. Or are those the same thing?
My point is, there is so much to do at home these days that I don’t even notice I’m still here until the sun starts to sink on the second day. That’s when I start to remember all those cold-weather comforts I once used to keep from going all Yellow Wallpaper with cabin fever. I’m listing mine below, and I would love for you to leave some of your own in-house favorites in the comments:
- Tea with milk, no sugar, in a mug thin enough so that the liquid warms your hands. (The one below is the Roulette mug from Crate & Barrel.)
- Newlyweds on DVD. What? Watching Nick and Jessica bicker and buy stuff in the perpetual California sunshine got me through some tough winters!
- The five-pound blanket from Restoration Hardware. And now that I think of it, their ridiculous marshmallow slippers, too.
- Jodi Picoult books. Well, most of them.
- Making lists of everything I would do once it got warmer (run outside, drink sangria on Jay’s deck, wear flip-flops) and then preparing for those hotly anticipated activities (buy sneakers, plan parties, buy flip-flops).
Hm, reading over this list I’ve noticed there’s a lot of required spending on my list. Hopefully you guys have some cheaper ideas.
ask the audience, happy pursuits
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