Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Random Tuesday Thoughts
It seems I have no creativity as of late and have been using alot of these clever "day of the week prompts", but I have no shame plus I am always completely random and seem to have lots of thoughts that don't really go well with the other thoughts. This is courtesy of Us and Them who got it from Keely over at The Un-Mom. Two great bloggers eating away at my time each day. Go visit them if you haven't already and let me read your randomness. Please?
I have found the equivalent to legal crack...black tea. Holy mother of God. I think I have lost 5 pounds just from the heart palpitations. I am a tea drinker, green tea. I have for the most part given up soda and during my Summer of Craziness posted about earlier I was convinced that green tea would save me from every kind of sickness imaginable so I started drinking it purely for the health benefits, but got hooked. I dream about tea, I crave it and yeah it gives me the caffeine I need to not be a crabby bitch (most of the time). I mean I drink tea alot, all day and I use two tea bags for every cup of water, so I thought Iwas pretty used to the first intital side effects.
I am at the grocery store and they are out of the green tea I like so I get the Black tea. I come home make some tea and 18 hours later I am still trying to come down off that high. Wow. I cleaned my baseboards last night...I mean yeah.
My daughter got a love letter in the mail. Seriously I had to question her taste in men cause who uses paper letters anymore? He couldn't shoot her a love email? Profess his love on a blog or a Myspcae page like a normal 7 year old? It was sweet. He told her he liked her long hair and how she smelled good. Lily ate the whole thing up. Poor girl. This is the girl who would not let me NOT put a hair pretty in her hair all of Pre-K because a boy told her she looked beautiful with her hair up. Yeah she is boy crazy. All ready and it scares the shit out of me. So of course me being me and not one to let an embarrassing event in my daughters little life go unnoticed have been torturing her relentlessly ever sense she opened the envelope. She is 7. A love letter? Crap why couldn't I have had all boys?
I got a summons yesterday. I was working out before lunch and this SUV pulled in my driveway and a very large, and I mean large like his thigh was the size of my body large, got out of the car and began banging on my door. Now I know I think I am a bad ass chasing cart stealers at Walmart, and kicking imaginary bad guys with Billy Blanks, but I did not feel like getting stabbed to death so I ignored the knock, thinking if he was there to kill me he probably wouldn't knock which meant he was probably there to sell me something which seriously is probably worse than death. Trying to explain to someone that yes I already have a religion and that Satan doesn't really like me to talk to Jesus (kidding) is just way to time consuming and I had arms to scuplt.
Most of the time I ignore the first knock and they go away, but no. It could have been due to the fact that both of my boys were standing at the window waving at the man shouting at the top of their lungs "Mommy are you going to answer the door?" As I am trying to get them to shut up and move away from the window. And apparently my doorbell works? Who knew. So finally he leaves and as I am making lunch wondering who could it could have been. Weird thoughts start to go through my head like... What if it was DCFS and someone reported me for not putting shoes on my two year old or for letting Nicholas eat the M and Ms in Walmart before we pay for them? Shit. Or what if the sperm donor is suing me. I seriously thought that that scenario could be true since he is forever complaining about how much time he has to take HIS kids compared to the amount of child support he pays me. I even get the phone out and try to call him to see if he is indeed suing me. To which he laughs at me like that is the most ridiculous thing he has ever heard of. Probably just giving him the idea to now in fact sue me. Shit.
So I go downstairs and open the door and in my mail box is a summons to appear in court. Which I really thought that when you got summoned you had to actually be handed the summons, but maybe I just watch too much Law and Order episodes? But maybe since it was for not getting my cat (my dead cat) vaccinated, they don't really care how you get told. I can either go to court or pay $100. I call the pound and tell them that my cat is dead, that they were in fact the people that informed me that my cat was no longer living so how the hell was I supposed to vaccinate a dead cat? Apparently they don't give a shit and I still have to pay the money.
There is a man squatting in my kid's playhouse in the back of my yard. I live in a subdivision that backs up to a wooded lot owned by a nursing home. My kids call it the "forest" and claim to see all sorts of magical creatures back there. My four year old kept telling me he saw a man in the forest which I just put off as my son being my son and four and a liar. You know a liar in a sweet "only a mother can call him that" kind of way. So last night I am looking out my window and I see footprints going through my back yard. Now why the hell I didn't notice this before I have no idea? So I like a freaking moron who really must think she can kick ass turn the back porch light on and go outside. My uncle built this play house for my kids this summer which is cool but the kids never really played in it much cause it felt like a sauna in the Summer. I had put a cot in there and some blankets and snacks about a week ago when the kids were driving me crazy and I needed them to go play outside for awhile. Well apparently that suited "Darren" just fine and he had set up his belongings in my kid's play house. I calmly as I could ran back to the house and called the police before the sleeping man could wake up and attack me. They came and escorted him out telling me he would be going to the hospital for evaluation first and then possibly to a homeless shelter. I guess I'll listen to the kid next time he tells me he's sees people in our backyard.
I have lost 5 pounds since New Years. I mean granted its the five pounds I put on over the holidays but I am still counting it. Even though I have to buy a swimsuit since apparently those chicken shit swimming instructors don't want a bunch of two year olds floating around in a pool without their parents in there with them. God. What a bunch of babies. I decided I needed to sign them up for lessons since the two year old has taken to putting his head under water and leaving it there for a strangely long amount of time. So I either have the next Micheal Phelps or the next David Blaine. God help me.
Monday, January 12, 2009
Music Memory Monday
Time for installment number two (ha I said number two...yeah I know I have the maturity level of a 9 year old boy). This week's post is another kind of mellow song but it one of my favorites as well. When I was getting married my now ex husband and I were looking (well mainly I was just looking) for the perfect song to dance to as our first dance. I have been forever a fan of James Taylor and have memories of being a little kid sitting in the corner of my dinning room next to my Dad's huge speakers listening to all the great singer/songwriters of that time. This song makes me tear up everytime I hear it. I wanted to be Carly Simon as a kid, I thought she was beautiful and would put an old towel over my head and pretend like I had long hair like she did. You Can Close Your Eyes was written as a lullaby for his son, but it was absolutely the most perfect song to dance to at my wedding. The marriage didn't last but it never tarnished my memory of this beautiful piece of music.
My favorite part about this video is how as the two of them are singing this really pretty song the captions are talking about their divorce and his drug addictions. Ahhh how romantic. At least I am choosing to believe at the time they made this they were happy in love and not strung out on heroin. : ) Happy Monday!!
My favorite part about this video is how as the two of them are singing this really pretty song the captions are talking about their divorce and his drug addictions. Ahhh how romantic. At least I am choosing to believe at the time they made this they were happy in love and not strung out on heroin. : ) Happy Monday!!
Sunday, January 11, 2009
What Would I Do Without This Blog?
You know that lady that has the 19 kids? I think I could have been her. Honestly I don't buy the bullshit that they are letting God decide how many kids they should have because really don't you think God has more important things to decide like you know which rap star will get a Grammy or if Hannah Montana will go another season? I think she is trying to get something that she isn't getting by just being who she is. Maybe? Possibly? Do I seem off base with this one? I can't be the only one that feels like this. Right? Let's discuss...
That lady who is constantly pregnant I get it. I get the appeal. I think if I had the extraordinary amount of money they seem to have and a house the size of Utah that I would have had more babies. My reason is probably needing to be analyzed by a shrink though since it really has nothing to do with God or my love of babies or children, but on my fear of being mortal. Lets face it, my kids getting older means I am getting older and unless you plan to live in a state of denial like my wonderful boyfriend for example who has no plans on aging past 39, kids are a living breathing reminder of the aging process.
The act of being able to reproduce is what young people possess if you're lucky. Even the act of being a parent no matter how the babies come your way is a relatively young person's job. So as long as that lady can crank the babies out then she is young, she is productive, able to bring another living thing onto the planet because the Universe thinks she is capable and cognitive enough to raise it. Maybe that is it?
As I have mentioned before I am pretty fertile, like scary fertile, I am sure my body would have no problem having a kid every 18 months . I get why that lady likes being pregnant, it can give you as a woman a sense of accomplishment, what our bodies were made for right? I certainly have the hips to "breed" babies. So why not? I had an argument about breastfeeding once with a pushy queen of the bitches nurse during the birth of my first baby. I had no desire to breastfeed, didn't want the information on it didn't want judgement, it was my choice and I did not want to breastfeed plain and simple. As I am telling the nurse for the thousandth time that no I don't have any medical reason why I can't breastfeed I just have choosen to bottle feed. She looked at me and asked "Well why do you think God gave you breasts then?" To which I laughed and I will refrain from telling you where I told the nurse to go and what I thought she should be doing while she went there. So maybe that's what she thinks her life's purpose is, to have as many babies as a small village? I don't know? I know we all know that having babies is more than the actual act of making the baby, its colic and sleepless nights and tantrums and tantrums and whining and did I mention tantrums. I love the hugs and kisses and first steps and first words, but really is that all I am here to do? Is that all that women wants to be is a womb with legs? It's her descion and I respect it I just think there are probably some other issues there. Or I could just be projecting all of my issues on to anyone who has over 2.5 kids? Yes? No? Maybe?
That's what are bodies were meant to do have babies right? What happens when you really don't want to reproduce? Or don't want more than 1 or 2 babies? Or like so many friends and family member I know choose to adopt or be foster parents, or gasp God forbid choose to live a child free life? I mean are we not fulfilling our purpose as women?
Do I have a freakin point. I unlike most of the bloggers I love out there cant just go straight to my point can I? Keep you guessing on what I am going to talk about, and did I mention I just ran out of my tea after only two cups this morning? I'll blame my scattered thoughts on that for now.
I loved being pregnant I loved the attention and the feeling of creating a life inside of me. I felt honored and important. I loved feeling the baby kick and the planning and the picking out baby names and painting nurseries and baby showers. Talking to strangers in the grocery store and letting the Walmart greeters guess whether or not it was a boy or a girl. I loved the doctors visits and ultra sounds, the non stress tests and taking my pre natal vitamins,I loved being hooked up to an IV in the hospital and telling me when to push. I loved when they handed me that baby and knowing that I had made a healthy baby.
I never got that feeling that I was "done" after one or two or three and now that my fourth baby is two years old, I start to get that feeling that I want another baby. But why? Why would I want another baby? I have four, I got my tubes tied a year ago ending the actual way I can have babies biologically. I am not married or have the job or degree I want. Why would I still get that feeling to have another baby? The amateur therapist in me thinks its the same reason that that crazy religious lady has them, cause something else is missing in her/my life that I think a baby will somehow fill. What it is I haven't figured out yet. I think its like what the people that binge eat are trying to fill with food. I am trying to fill that void with babies, and that unconditional love they give to whoever will love them and give them their basic needs. Then of course my kids still need me, but they don't need me as much as they get older and then what? What am I scared of?I know I have an issue with getting older or even thinking about death and dying is enough to send my brain into panic mode. Maybe that's it? Maybe its the attention I get when I am telling people I am going to have another baby? The solution to my attention seeking problem could be to do a great job as a mother to the ones I have, to figure out whatever is missing and to fill that void with something healthy I mean I am the queen of finding something to obsess about. At this moment it is kickboxing, next week will probably be running again, or school starting, but in those lows of nothing really exciting going on or when I hear someone is going to have another baby, that part of my brain kicks in with that intense need to reproduce again.
I envy the women who know how many kids they want, or when they are done having one or two or three or none, they know without a doubt that they are done. I like the idea of not having morning sickness anymore, or lugging a heavy carseat around or the smell of formula on me 24/7 but at the same time I miss it terribly. I think I just need to realize the good fortune of what I do have and focus on this new chapter of my life, without little babies around and be happy and content with that.
Ahhh I feel better. Thanks guys! I am giving you all honorary Ph.D.'s The checks in the mail.
That lady who is constantly pregnant I get it. I get the appeal. I think if I had the extraordinary amount of money they seem to have and a house the size of Utah that I would have had more babies. My reason is probably needing to be analyzed by a shrink though since it really has nothing to do with God or my love of babies or children, but on my fear of being mortal. Lets face it, my kids getting older means I am getting older and unless you plan to live in a state of denial like my wonderful boyfriend for example who has no plans on aging past 39, kids are a living breathing reminder of the aging process.
The act of being able to reproduce is what young people possess if you're lucky. Even the act of being a parent no matter how the babies come your way is a relatively young person's job. So as long as that lady can crank the babies out then she is young, she is productive, able to bring another living thing onto the planet because the Universe thinks she is capable and cognitive enough to raise it. Maybe that is it?
As I have mentioned before I am pretty fertile, like scary fertile, I am sure my body would have no problem having a kid every 18 months . I get why that lady likes being pregnant, it can give you as a woman a sense of accomplishment, what our bodies were made for right? I certainly have the hips to "breed" babies. So why not? I had an argument about breastfeeding once with a pushy queen of the bitches nurse during the birth of my first baby. I had no desire to breastfeed, didn't want the information on it didn't want judgement, it was my choice and I did not want to breastfeed plain and simple. As I am telling the nurse for the thousandth time that no I don't have any medical reason why I can't breastfeed I just have choosen to bottle feed. She looked at me and asked "Well why do you think God gave you breasts then?" To which I laughed and I will refrain from telling you where I told the nurse to go and what I thought she should be doing while she went there. So maybe that's what she thinks her life's purpose is, to have as many babies as a small village? I don't know? I know we all know that having babies is more than the actual act of making the baby, its colic and sleepless nights and tantrums and tantrums and whining and did I mention tantrums. I love the hugs and kisses and first steps and first words, but really is that all I am here to do? Is that all that women wants to be is a womb with legs? It's her descion and I respect it I just think there are probably some other issues there. Or I could just be projecting all of my issues on to anyone who has over 2.5 kids? Yes? No? Maybe?
That's what are bodies were meant to do have babies right? What happens when you really don't want to reproduce? Or don't want more than 1 or 2 babies? Or like so many friends and family member I know choose to adopt or be foster parents, or gasp God forbid choose to live a child free life? I mean are we not fulfilling our purpose as women?
Do I have a freakin point. I unlike most of the bloggers I love out there cant just go straight to my point can I? Keep you guessing on what I am going to talk about, and did I mention I just ran out of my tea after only two cups this morning? I'll blame my scattered thoughts on that for now.
I loved being pregnant I loved the attention and the feeling of creating a life inside of me. I felt honored and important. I loved feeling the baby kick and the planning and the picking out baby names and painting nurseries and baby showers. Talking to strangers in the grocery store and letting the Walmart greeters guess whether or not it was a boy or a girl. I loved the doctors visits and ultra sounds, the non stress tests and taking my pre natal vitamins,I loved being hooked up to an IV in the hospital and telling me when to push. I loved when they handed me that baby and knowing that I had made a healthy baby.
I never got that feeling that I was "done" after one or two or three and now that my fourth baby is two years old, I start to get that feeling that I want another baby. But why? Why would I want another baby? I have four, I got my tubes tied a year ago ending the actual way I can have babies biologically. I am not married or have the job or degree I want. Why would I still get that feeling to have another baby? The amateur therapist in me thinks its the same reason that that crazy religious lady has them, cause something else is missing in her/my life that I think a baby will somehow fill. What it is I haven't figured out yet. I think its like what the people that binge eat are trying to fill with food. I am trying to fill that void with babies, and that unconditional love they give to whoever will love them and give them their basic needs. Then of course my kids still need me, but they don't need me as much as they get older and then what? What am I scared of?I know I have an issue with getting older or even thinking about death and dying is enough to send my brain into panic mode. Maybe that's it? Maybe its the attention I get when I am telling people I am going to have another baby? The solution to my attention seeking problem could be to do a great job as a mother to the ones I have, to figure out whatever is missing and to fill that void with something healthy I mean I am the queen of finding something to obsess about. At this moment it is kickboxing, next week will probably be running again, or school starting, but in those lows of nothing really exciting going on or when I hear someone is going to have another baby, that part of my brain kicks in with that intense need to reproduce again.
I envy the women who know how many kids they want, or when they are done having one or two or three or none, they know without a doubt that they are done. I like the idea of not having morning sickness anymore, or lugging a heavy carseat around or the smell of formula on me 24/7 but at the same time I miss it terribly. I think I just need to realize the good fortune of what I do have and focus on this new chapter of my life, without little babies around and be happy and content with that.
Ahhh I feel better. Thanks guys! I am giving you all honorary Ph.D.'s The checks in the mail.
Friday, January 9, 2009
I See the Morning Light the Morning Light Well Its Not Because I'm An Early Riser I Didn't Get To Sleep Last Night
I am pretty sure that Dylan when he was writting the above lyrics didn't mean he couldn't sleep so why not blog about it. But who knows?
I can't sleep lately. I don't know what it is but I have been up crazy late, or would it be early, the last couple of weeks and I am starting to hallucinate, I mean seriously I think I just saw Moses in my front yard? I need me some sleep before too long or else you are going to see me on the ten o'clock news talking to squirrels in the park. Since I am sleep deprived and have a slight addiction to myspace I thought I would combine the two and try and bore myself and probably my reader(s) in the process with this little survey about my fascinating sleep deprived life...oh no need to thank me...
What are you listening to right now? Sean Hayes
If you won a lot of money on the lottery, what would you do first? Hire an accountant
What was the first thing you thought this morning?Damn I need to blow my nose
What did you do last night?Ate Chines food with my E and debated whether or not the girl from HGTV's Hidden potential used to be a guy.
What do you last think about before sleeping? Sleep oh how I wish I could sleep...
When was the last time you wanted to punch someone in their face?Probably the last time I was at Walmart
Is there someone you don't ever want to be out of your life?Of course my kids and E
Do you know someone in jail?Not at the moment
Is there something you're waiting for?My eyelids to shut and my brain to go into REM so I can have some awesome George Cloony dreams!
Does love exist?A question best left for the poets
What's on your mind? School starting, the weekend, sick kids, and oh yeah my lack of sleep!
Was the first person to talk to you today a guy or a girl?A man
Were you happy when you woke up today? Yeah I am generally happy in the morning even though my legs hurt from not running yesterday
Who was the last person to call you?E just got off the phone with him
Do you prefer to take a shower, morning or night? Morning
What color shirt are you wearing? Grey
Do you miss the way things used to be? I miss the ways my boobs used to be
How do you feel about chocolate covered strawberries? Disgusting
Do you have a best friend that knows you inside and out? I used to, and E knows alot and he's learning more everyday or at least pretending to
What kind of mood are you in today? A good mood...sore from kicking
What were you doing at 12am last night? um I am pretty sure some family members read this so I am gonna go with reading the Bible
What did you last eat? oatmeal raisin cookies and some champagne
Whats the greatest thing that happened today? I found the Starter Wife episodes on iTunes ( I know it doesn't take much to make me happy)
Do you care what others think of you? Sure to an extent some more than others
Are you a bitch? who me?
What does your hair look like? Super short...sorry IG no ponytail fantasies here
Do you make out with random people at parties/hanging out? Oh hell yeah all the time!!! Like at the party i just went to . . .. at chuckie cheese . . .who came up with this question?
Whats the CD in your player? The newest John Mellencamp CD don't mock he rocks!
What cant you wait for?a nap!
Did you get a full 8 hours of sleep last night? Have the question gods not been listening???
How good is your eyesight? I am as blind as a bat without contact lenses or glasses or super powers
whats the longest amount of time you've been on an airplane? 4 hours
In the past week have you felt sad? I'm kind of sad for my little sis right now who is going through a tough time
OK well that's done hmm let me check....nope still awake. Damn you myspace survey I put way to much faith in you to put me asleep. Maybe I should try counting sheep?
I can't sleep lately. I don't know what it is but I have been up crazy late, or would it be early, the last couple of weeks and I am starting to hallucinate, I mean seriously I think I just saw Moses in my front yard? I need me some sleep before too long or else you are going to see me on the ten o'clock news talking to squirrels in the park. Since I am sleep deprived and have a slight addiction to myspace I thought I would combine the two and try and bore myself and probably my reader(s) in the process with this little survey about my fascinating sleep deprived life...oh no need to thank me...
What are you listening to right now? Sean Hayes
If you won a lot of money on the lottery, what would you do first? Hire an accountant
What was the first thing you thought this morning?Damn I need to blow my nose
What did you do last night?Ate Chines food with my E and debated whether or not the girl from HGTV's Hidden potential used to be a guy.
What do you last think about before sleeping? Sleep oh how I wish I could sleep...
When was the last time you wanted to punch someone in their face?Probably the last time I was at Walmart
Is there someone you don't ever want to be out of your life?Of course my kids and E
Do you know someone in jail?Not at the moment
Is there something you're waiting for?My eyelids to shut and my brain to go into REM so I can have some awesome George Cloony dreams!
Does love exist?A question best left for the poets
What's on your mind? School starting, the weekend, sick kids, and oh yeah my lack of sleep!
Was the first person to talk to you today a guy or a girl?A man
Were you happy when you woke up today? Yeah I am generally happy in the morning even though my legs hurt from not running yesterday
Who was the last person to call you?E just got off the phone with him
Do you prefer to take a shower, morning or night? Morning
What color shirt are you wearing? Grey
Do you miss the way things used to be? I miss the ways my boobs used to be
How do you feel about chocolate covered strawberries? Disgusting
Do you have a best friend that knows you inside and out? I used to, and E knows alot and he's learning more everyday or at least pretending to
What kind of mood are you in today? A good mood...sore from kicking
What were you doing at 12am last night? um I am pretty sure some family members read this so I am gonna go with reading the Bible
What did you last eat? oatmeal raisin cookies and some champagne
Whats the greatest thing that happened today? I found the Starter Wife episodes on iTunes ( I know it doesn't take much to make me happy)
Do you care what others think of you? Sure to an extent some more than others
Are you a bitch? who me?
What does your hair look like? Super short...sorry IG no ponytail fantasies here
Do you make out with random people at parties/hanging out? Oh hell yeah all the time!!! Like at the party i just went to . . .. at chuckie cheese . . .who came up with this question?
Whats the CD in your player? The newest John Mellencamp CD don't mock he rocks!
What cant you wait for?a nap!
Did you get a full 8 hours of sleep last night? Have the question gods not been listening???
How good is your eyesight? I am as blind as a bat without contact lenses or glasses or super powers
whats the longest amount of time you've been on an airplane? 4 hours
In the past week have you felt sad? I'm kind of sad for my little sis right now who is going through a tough time
OK well that's done hmm let me check....nope still awake. Damn you myspace survey I put way to much faith in you to put me asleep. Maybe I should try counting sheep?
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Don't Quilt Your Day Job
My sister is younger than me and way way cooler. She just is. It's alright you can believe it too. I know it's hard to wrap your head around the idea that someone could be cooler than my John Denver, Gary Sandberg, Crosby Stills and Nash lovin ass but hey would I lie to you? Growing up we were complete opposites, so opposite in looks and personality that no one ever even believed we were related. I was tall and had straight blond hair, where she was short and had dark curly hair. She hung out with a huge group of friends in high school and was known to get caught once or twice or ten times by the cops for underage drinking. Where I was known to hang out with about 10 tree hugging guitar players quietly drinking MadDog and lighting incense, you know for the ambiance of course. I would have much rather have preferred to fade in while she has always wanted and succeeded at standing out. Like most siblings growing up we pretty much wanted to forget the other one existed or else truly believe that the other one was adopted.
She moved out to Seattle Washington about 10 years ago with my Mom and got her degree in Fashion Design from the Art Institute of Seattle. She is fiercely talented and ever since she got her first sewing machine has known that that how she wanted to make a living, by creating something, anything. I seriously can't sew a button on and craft glue and Velcro are my best friends. She moved to New York City to try her hand at fashion out there, she loved it there, and adapted quickly. I would have took one look at the subway maps and booked a one way ticket back home. You get the picture we are different in every way. She stayed with a friend of hers in Brooklyn and soaked up as much of that culture and lifestyle as she could. The cost of living, the sheer number of people wanting to get a break in fashion compared with the actual number of fashion jobs and I think just a honest homesickness for the west coast brought her back to Seattle a couple of years later.
She moved out to Seattle Washington about 10 years ago with my Mom and got her degree in Fashion Design from the Art Institute of Seattle. She is fiercely talented and ever since she got her first sewing machine has known that that how she wanted to make a living, by creating something, anything. I seriously can't sew a button on and craft glue and Velcro are my best friends. She moved to New York City to try her hand at fashion out there, she loved it there, and adapted quickly. I would have took one look at the subway maps and booked a one way ticket back home. You get the picture we are different in every way. She stayed with a friend of hers in Brooklyn and soaked up as much of that culture and lifestyle as she could. The cost of living, the sheer number of people wanting to get a break in fashion compared with the actual number of fashion jobs and I think just a honest homesickness for the west coast brought her back to Seattle a couple of years later.
She got an apartment in the city, fell in love and set her sites on not having to ever have to work for "the man" again. Since her love of sewing and designing was evident to anyone who she came in contact with, from her homemade shirts, or purses, to just her unique artistic style, she decided that making quilts, yes that's right I said quilts, with an edge was right up her alley. She created this website, thought up a name for her business, Don't Quilt Your Day Job and set to work turning the quilting business on its head, or side, or is it ear? She has been featured in numerous trade publications and was even in one of my favorite magazines Bust Magazine. Random House has even been in contact with her to write a book on the new faces of quilters. She is sooo immensely talented and loves what she is doing and to say I envy her drive and her passion about something is an understatement.
We were never really close growing up and really not so much even now, not in a bad way just in the way that we both chose completely different paths in life. She is outgoing and literally can walk into a grocery store and fifteen minutes later come out of there with dinner and know where the hippest and coolest party is going to be that night. I on the other hand still say hippest and coolest, and prefer my own little handful of friends to keggers on the balcony. Her cats are her babies and is a wonderful aunt to my own kids but I know she is glad to have the time to herself when she leaves. I consider my four kids at least six months of birth control after a visit with them. She will be a great mom one day but is in no rush to start her "grownup" life and I admire that quality in her the most.
She'll hate that I am talking about her like this but outside of my kids I don't talk about my family outside of my own kids much so I wanted to share some cyber love to her with all of you. Watch for her, Kim Thomas is her name, one of these days Angelina Jolie's 10th kid will be covered up in a .Don't Quilt Your Day Job quilt and we can all say we knew her when
We were never really close growing up and really not so much even now, not in a bad way just in the way that we both chose completely different paths in life. She is outgoing and literally can walk into a grocery store and fifteen minutes later come out of there with dinner and know where the hippest and coolest party is going to be that night. I on the other hand still say hippest and coolest, and prefer my own little handful of friends to keggers on the balcony. Her cats are her babies and is a wonderful aunt to my own kids but I know she is glad to have the time to herself when she leaves. I consider my four kids at least six months of birth control after a visit with them. She will be a great mom one day but is in no rush to start her "grownup" life and I admire that quality in her the most.
She'll hate that I am talking about her like this but outside of my kids I don't talk about my family outside of my own kids much so I wanted to share some cyber love to her with all of you. Watch for her, Kim Thomas is her name, one of these days Angelina Jolie's 10th kid will be covered up in a .Don't Quilt Your Day Job quilt and we can all say we knew her when
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