Taking a page from the incomparable Kitten, I am going to do the best I can for Nation Blog Posting Month. In an effort to really use this blog, I shall try to post EVERY single day this month, without fail. But, don’t hold your breath.

To try to really get what I pay for, I’ll try but no promises around Thanksgiving. I still don’t know where I’ll be that day or anything.

Happy Birthday to my dear S. You are vital to my existance in ways You don’t even comprehend. Thank You for being a part of my daily life. I love You!

I guess this would be enough to constitute a post today but I’ll add another blurb or two.

My “Archives” tab at the top of the notebook template doesn’t work properly. I am going to attempt to fix this on my own but suspect I will fail miserably and need help. I may even remove the template temporarily and try another one or two that I grabbed at the same time. Who knows, I have no clue right now.

I am still in emotional recovery from yesterday but that’s a given. I really hope this shit gets easier to cope with because I can’t do this every year.

I got my foamcore yesterday dirt cheap. I just need to figure out the rest of how to frame this thing up and all that crap and get it dealt with. But I’ve started Christmas Project 2 (for Shawn’s parents)…..

It’s part of the alphabet series that M Designs put out. Deb shared the pattern with me and I started it last night. So far, it’s not too bad.

Ok that’s my post. Now to try to fix that damn “Archive” link. That’s gonna bug the piss outta me.

I’m thinking of making weekly to do lists. I need to get into a ritual where it concerns my housekeeping and household habits. I’m extremely lazy where it concerns cleaning. When I actually start cleaning, I do amazing work but normally I have to be angry. I have to take my frustrations out on something. Normally I would do it to Shawn’s head but now I just clean something instead. I totally and thoroughly clean it. I scrub so hard I usually break a nail or I break a part of what I’m cleaning.

So, in an effort to try and get my life and house in order I will star trying to do To Do Lists.

1. Clean out the cat litter box
2. Vacuum the whole house including moving the cat box/dog food and vacuuming there
3. Finish the laundry and actually PUT my stuff away instead of living out of a laundry basket
4. I need to strip the bed in the worst way
5. Clean around the baseboards in all the rooms
6. Settle in with yahoo OFF and organize all the damn stitching patterns Deb and I have found
7. Make a list and stick to it

Ok so that’s a start. I don’t have a time line for all of that. I found out that I am traveling tomorrow and basically won’t get a thing done. So I will start on the big stuff on Monday. For now I have to get the laundry tackled and strip that big ass bed of mine. My jersey sheets are on it right now and I’m ready for my flannels. Then it’s off to pick up around my bed, and organize the mess on the extra chair for the table. Oh and I have to sit down and start organizing my cross stitch patterns. Srsly. The whole folder is a mess and my cubbies are just as bad.

Ok time enough for chattin’ later. I have to get productive. I’m such a lazy bitch.

Ok so, I feel better. Significantly better actually. I dosed heavily on Nyquil, water and um poptarts. I had some Dew, but I behaved well and vegged out to movies 99% of the time. God knows day time telly sucks donkey balls. I watched the last 2 installments of Harry Potter, Emma (squee), Anchorman (Legend of Ron Burgandy) and several others this week. I’m a bit of a movie fan, can you tell? DVDs, along with music, are my passion. The more I have, the happier I am. Did I mention that I have movies on my Amazon Wishlist? ~.^

So yeah I’m feeling 1000% better then I did Monday (Deb can testify so can S) and I don’t feel like death anymore. Now I just have a small lingering cough and a few sniffles from time to time.

I spent most of my time (besides watching the aforementioned movies) stitching. I had a freebie from a local store that they kitted with the needed threads/beads and I finally tackled it this week. I’ve had it for like….. 6 yrs. Srsly.

It’s not quite finished yet but I’m terribly proud of it. Yes I know the initials aren’t correct. My maiden name starts with an S and I chose to use that…. personal reasons and all. I’ll repost when it’s completed.

Things at home aren’t much changed. We co-exist quietly and maintain what is seemingly a better relationship in front of the kids. At night when we are alone, we are mellow and relaxed but it’s plainly obvious we aren’t on the same page. When it’s time for bed, there is no exchanging kisses or hugs, we just change, brush our teeth and make sure the bed is tidy and climb in. I sleep in clothes and he of course sleeps naked. We don’t say much but just “good night” and then turn and go to sleep. It’s not easy to live this way. I mean, I don’t enjoy it. It’s awkward and I know it won’t ever be what it should be.  It never was what it should be. The whole thing is just .. not right. But we make due and we cope daily and do our best to be supportive and kind to one another. He’s a great guy, really. But … yeah.

So for now I think I’m going to go finish my Scarab Monogram. I have my show tomorrow and then I am taking the afternoon off to spend time elsewhere. Monday I am going job hunting (locally). Lauren’s final game for the regular season is Saturday and then we look to playoffs and doing more cheer. We have the cheer banquet coming up and oh yes the lovely field trip I was told I am chaperoning for but it’s to a rather awesome place so expect a shit ton of pictures from that little experience. In the mean time I will be scanning a crap load of patterns for Deb. Between her and the freebies from places like InkCircles (etc) I have more patterns then I will EVER stitch in the next 20 lifetimes. God I love her.

So yeah, I’m going to go. I want to read up on possibly… sewing … a few things for myself and stuff. Yep I am getting domestic. Scary shit eh?

So it’s offical. I am part of the “over” of 35 & over. 35 has come and gone and I find myself moving on and I don’t mind. It didn’t even bother me. I was barely phased by the change.

I was thoroughly spoiled this year. I was treated to dinner at a local place I love, Big T. I gorged myself on a cajun chicken wrap, fries and a German beer. Dessert was the “Ultimate Blond Brownie”. Lord, I was going to go into sugar overload. It was fabulous. I got a couple of roses as well.

Now, I’ve mentioned my Nintendo DS before. That was supposed to be my gift from Shawn and the kids this year, so I didn’t expect anything else. But I was treated to a trip to Stitching Bits & Bobs. I got to meet Bobbie and her husband. Deb and I ordered from them so much when I was in Livonia and she didn’t even have the store front then. Now, she does and I was in HEAVEN walking through there.

Deb also decided to spoil me a WEE bit. She got me the ONE thing stitching wise that I desperately needed.

Yeah those are GINGHER scissors! OMG I drooled!

Plus she got me the pattern and SILK threads needed to make the matching scissor pouch. The green fabric up top in the SB&B shot is for this project.

Then I got a box from Amazon. I have a wish list set up there and very few know about it. So unbeknownst to me, someone decided to shop from it and get me a few things.

I got 2 movies from my list, a game for my DS and 3 books. The 3rd is on order and will show up seperately. My dear S (yes the same that just had surgery) was the one that decided to do this for me. Not thinking of themselves, my birthday came to become very important and low and behold, I got goodies.

I’ve had the most remarkable weekend. I was able to relax, stitch, eat a great meal, watch my lovely daughter cheer and spend time with my family. I felt loved, completely and utterly loved, almost beyond words and thoughts.

What more could a girl ask for?

C’mon who else do you read that finds shit like me?

NO ONE! thats who. I post the best shared links you’ll find, that is if you like strange shit that no one else posts.

Enjoy this lil video clip.