Sunday, August 31, 2008

ngaio's art escapade

you know, you think you have so much figured out before you become a parent. like, my child will be taught to read before kindergarden, she will treat everyone with respect and empathy and not be mean to other kids ever. she will be creative and i will nurture that by doing crafty projects and fieldtrips and read to her 5 hours a day blah blah blah

then you have a kid...

and it takes all your energy just to feed, clothe, clean and keep them alive until it's time to go to bed.

just a random thought i had yesterday. i will mention that my daughter IS a genius and she is very creative and thoughtful. i didn't have to do any work. she's naturally wonderful. yesterday i got her out of bed and went straight back into it, not even thinking that she was alone. i turned on her TMBG's ABC dvd and fell back asleep. i told you i was sick, right? anyway, about an hour later i heard the unmistakable sound of crayons being poured out. i jumped up, fearing for my mural or her door or the bamboo in the living room. there she was, quietly in her room coloring in a coloring book. happy as can be.

then i thought about all the things that could have happened. like she could have climbed onto the diningroom table and pulled of the vase. she could have gotten into the OPEN bathroom and drowned in the toliet. she could have swallowed a bug. anything. i felt awful. instead, she was perfect and cute and quiet and let us sleep.

by the way, mark was no help at all. apparently viruses affect men differently. they regress in age. or turn into lumps. something like that.

Friday, August 29, 2008

viral knitengitis

ugh. ugh ugh ugh.
so sick. actually, tuesday i was the 'sickest' and today i'm only 1/4 as sick and i still feel pretty yucky. little ngaio learned a new word/phrase "bless you" bless her little soul.

too sick to knit, but today i busted out like mad. i have major stash busting to do until january. i've made promises to myself and i never break promises. hah! well, not in the last few hours.
regardless of the severe yarn diet i wandered over to the schoolhouse press site and browsed a bit. drooled, really. too lazy to include a link. anyway, i have zimmermania right now and i'm really jonesing for some unspun icelandic wool.
one day away from finishing mom's sweater, then i'll finish my MY MY!!!! own sweater. it's the hurry up sweater from december in ez's knitter's almanac. my gauge is a bit off, but i'm hoping it still shapes up well. and i hope it fits. well. i hope it fits in a month or two. after i get a bit better (tomorrow) then working out starts up again.

oh! i made it up to the top of nogal peak this weekend. i'm trying to sound casual, is it working? it was really HARD! i wanted to give up every step. i didn't! sierra blanca is next, which is higher and scarier. second highest in NM.

ok. i'm sleepy. i'm going to bed. actually, i'm going to knit.

Saturday, August 16, 2008

duchess

really nothing duchess-y going on. however, if i were to have a title, that would be a nice one. fancy, not too fancy and its a fun word to say. i really don't like the duchess in alice and wonderland though. not so nice to the baby.

i'm hanging my head in shame. i cannot call myself a vegan. never could. it's really embarrassing to know what you need to do to fix your life and then NOT DO THEM. i guess i'm just like everyone else, despite what i thought of myself when i was a kid.

but i will do them. i just didn't do them yesterday, or the day before... and so on.

i made a plethora of tutus to sell at a craft show i will go to in november. they are really cute. ngaio loves hers. she wears it to the store. she's fancy. maybe a duchess.

i also finished knitting dh's sweater. there are not enough exclamation points to show how happy and relieved i am to be done, so i won't use any. take that. i'm not really done though. i have to sew up all the seams.

mark got the flight of the conchords dvds and their cd too. so funny. exclamation points abound. i'm harboring a small crush on bret. i know dh is reading, why do i post these things!?!?!?! anyway, if you haven't seen them, you should. if you have, then you know what i mean.

not working out as much as i should. not even as much as i WANT to work out. hmm. i'm going today. just not right now. ok, soon. my workout buddy sarah is formulating new ways to torture all of the bodyparts that i emotionally torture. she's awesome, but i'm taking that back if she tells people when my birthday is. she's threatening me with a thirty pound burrito to mark the occasion of my 28th birthday. i'm a duchess, so i'll be 28 and NOT 30 this year. i said so.

why does 30 matter? where does this all come from? i'm in a great place in life. i have a wonderful family, a cozy home and i'm healthier than ever before.

hmmm.... maybe all i need is a bit of ego massage to get me through.

but i still want to lose about 10lbs before the big day, which would happen if i were really a good vegan and not just a duchess.

ok. plan to lose 10lbs. and i will do it. if i don't, then i'll consider myself a failure at 30. i have a few weeks, but i'm not telling the day.

plan:
cardio- 5x per week. come on, just 20 minutes! 'lite' cardio even.
strength- as much as sarah can, but she'll be gone for a week :(
food- stop being a puss. lots of veggies and whole grains and no NO NO no fast food. not even veggie fast food.

ok. i won't put up my birthday, but i'll put my starting weight. atleast that will change, if my age won't.

here goes.

don't really want to do this.

its like admitting my worst darkest secret.

but come on, you could just look at the size of my ass and make a pretty horrific guess anyway, right?

alright.

196.

as of this morning. that's the last time i EVER want to see that number.

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

All Mighty Texas

Ugh......
got back from the always lovely Dimmitt, Texas on sunday.
going to texas mentally constipates me. let me explain.

it's so damn hot that all you can do is sit there. seriously. i sat on the couch in the morning and didn't move until well after the sun had gone down.
feedlots. nasty awful feedlots. you'd think being around them all the time would be a meat deterrent for these people. nope. it spurs them on. the smell. the wind. the heat. those poor cows. ngaio loved mooing to them, but she'll know the evil truth soon enough... until then, moo away little cowgirl.
food. it's a law that all food in texas has either velvetta or mayo in it. all food. they even put mayo in cake. not a vegetable in sight other than iceburg lettuce and a mealy pale orange tomato drenched in ranch. which has mayo in it.
accents and grammar, plenty of the former. none of the latter.
don't get me started on politics!

so all of my senses are plugged up.

on the plus side...

ngaio had a great time with her second cousins. and i had a great time with my relatives. however i will start insisting that we will not visit in the summer anymore. god. it's awful.

ngaio saw some trains. i think she's a budding train nut. and she played with her cousin's magnadoodle. she impressed everyone but reading letters drawn on it. she also drew a z on her own and proudly screamed out "Z!!!". we bought her a magnadoodle in Roswell on the way home and she'll get it for her birthday. she also had a great time playing with the piano at her great aunt's house. it is so nice to find things she is interested in.

finished mil's christmas present and it turned out great. i'll finish knitting mark's sweater this week hopefully.