Obligatory Leap Year Post

Happy leap year, internets!

This is about how we've been feeling around here:

"Please....make....it.....stop"


Ever came down with strep throat.  (Shakes fist angrily at Tucson, particularly that educational, germ filled institution that is the Children's Museum.  Squints eyes..."And I thought you could be TRUSTED.")  I can not make this paragraph be anything other than centered because I am horrible at blogging.

I ended up all sinus-infectioned up and Dimas isn't doing much better.  We should just board the place up and never allow anyone over again.  The germs have won.  The fight is over.

I also made this delightful pillow, and I'm somewhat proud of myself.  It's the first thing I've ever done on a sewing machine.

It's probably not feeling too great, either.

Ever's doing great on his antibiotics and the strep part is gone.  Now we just have to get him to eat and just generally be compatible with life again.

Oh, forget it.  I'm just going to center everything from now on.  It's more poetic, anyway.

I write in the middle of the page
in the center, even
it makes me look like
I have something eloquent to say

I seriously am not winning this battle...
AHHHHHHHHH!

Alright, well my nose is leaking its lovely contents and it's all getting a little too gross for my comfort.  I think we'll survive.  The cats are, of course, feeling fantastic and have no problem shoving it in our faces with their playful cuteness and normal appetites.

On the trying to conceive front - not much to report except a big ol' not pregnant...of course not...why would I be pregnant.  Nope.  Not even a little bit.  Thanks for asking.  I think I'm going to work on my already-looks-8-weeks-pregnant-but-is-really-just-full-of-bloat-and-laziness belly next month.  That way, when I do get pregnant, I can actually take some cute early pregnancy profile shots.  Instead of all, "well, here's my 4 week belly picture but no, no this isn't the baby i just ate way too many ding dongs last week and haven't done a sit-up in 2 years."

Oh right, my nose.  I must tend to it.  Have a great extra day!

Goodbye, Tucson. For Now...

     Ever and I are back home (again) from Tucson.  There was a lot of back and forth for awhile there, but we're both happy to be home.  Ever's curled up on the couch after his bath, holding his Dry-Dry (security blanket....very Linus from Peanuts looking thing).  I'll have to make a post about that thing someday.  It definitely has personality.

     Some highlights of the last few days, because I like writing into nothingness to no one in particular:

Got Holly's grave marker all ordered and paid-for-like!  I stayed up until 1am designing one, and when I went to the cemetery the next morning they were all...."Ummmm......sooooo.....here's this book with pre-made designs that....ummmmm....you have to choose from.  Did I say 'have to'?  Ha ha ha, silly me, I meant 'can,' but, ummmmm........just choose from the book, k thanks."  Even doing that took 2 hours and cost $700.  Tax refunds are helpful for these things, says the typical American family.  I don't.  I say, "why does a piece of rock with some words have to cost so much?"  A smaaall piece of rock.  Maybe someone can enlighten me on that one.  It wasn't everything I would've hoped for, but I think it will be okay.

     Hmmm...Ever is convinced that this here red crayon is blue.....color blind much??  Normal mother fears, I'm sure.

    We also went to the Children's Museum, where Ever did not want to have any pictures taken and barely managed a smile the entire time we were there.  Still, I took pictures and think he had an okay time:

     Oh, crap.  THOSE pictures are on my phone.  Which has limited ability to do anything cool, like upload pictures to anything, especially to a blog.  And I have no idea where my small-s-card-holder-that-can-actually-fit-my-phone's-tiny-card-into-my-computer-thing is.

     Here's a rug that I'm making out of t-shirts, instead:

     That is officially all I have for the moment.  I will probably never finish that rug, either.

Craft Night

Or, "Wait, Where Am I?  It's Dark and I'm Confused.  Why Can't I See the Mountains??  My GPS Doesn't Even Know There's a Road Here and OMG I Hate Craft Night!!!!"

*I don't hate craft night.

BUT, I do hate relying on my GPS to get anywhere.  Long story short, I got lost on my way to craft night.  Then my phone died, so I was unable to call for directions.  Why do army bases have to be laid out like this:

*Actual map of Ft. Huachuca
Red = Main Army road
Blue = Round-abouts
Purple = My attempt to find craft night















Seriously?  How does one road end up going all kinds of different directions, starting and ending randomly?  And WHAT IS THE POINT OF THE ROUNDABOUTS????!!!  I've never seen more than 2 cars at any given time, and they're all going 15 mph.  At one point, I was sure I was going to end up stuck in a ditch somewhere, naked, cold and alone.  And I was almost out of gas!

I gave up and somehow found the way off of base and came home after getting to near tears trying to find a street I was sure didn't exist.  My wonderful, very nice friend who invited me actually got to the place, turned around, and came to pick me up.

No, I wasn't proud of myself.  And yes, the street exists.  Just off of one of the round-a-bouts, as a matter of fact.

As it turned out, craft night was actually pretty delightful.  See?

I even got some contraband cookies, which was a pleasant surprise because I completely forgot about craft night and the 3 dozen cookies I was supposed to make for the cookie exchange.

Having a nice friend is good for the soul.  So is painting wooden blocks.