Happy Thursday, Folks! That’s especially for you, JTP. Yesterday was Wednesday. Today is Thursday.
There have recently been some extremely kind words said about TexasNorth out in Blog Land. To each and every one of you, I say Thank You and I love you and I have pie for you.
Truly. Very kind. I’ve said it many a time before… but I love this Blog World. I’ve made so many unexpected connections and friends. I forget that I do not know all of you personally… I think and talk about you as if I do. William turns 1 this week! Shanna’s moving to Austin! Cort just made a presentation at the bakery! The Boy regularly asks me, “So… this is a college friend or a blog friend?” for clarification. It’s a valid question. At any rate: I love y’all, too. If you’ve commented here and it connects to somewhere, I can guarantee you I read up on you too. I may not always comment… but I do read you. All the time. Thanks for the love. You make a girl happy.
:: there’s been a small amount of crafting happening around these parts ::
1. a pillow for sweet little William Speer, who looooves airplanes :: I used a lightweight denim for the foundation pieces and then some fun surf fabric for the letters and shapes. Super cute.
2. a little zipper pouch to hold all of Ry’s plastic animals in the car :: this was my first zipper purse pouch thing a ma jig, and it gets a B++. The zipper corners are a little wonky, but that’s because I cheated a tiny bit. Note to self: next time, no cheating.
There’s so much more to do. I have Too-Much Paralysis happening… you know, where there’s so much to be done and you end up just sitting on the couch watching Law & Order instead? Just me? Fine.
Can we talk for a second? Seriously? My child is killing me. Something has happened to her and she is now on the path to a life of crime… or at the very least, a career on the stage. The child is moody and wild and picky and then so unbelievably sweet and kind. She’s trying to kill cats and throwing food and jumping off stairs and pulling my flowers out by the roots. And then her father comes home for 2 hours before bedtime and she’s all angel… cute and bubbly and gabby and ‘Yes, I’ll eat anything you ask me to.’ I’M ON TO YOU, MISSY! I USED TO BE YOU! These past two weeks have completely taken me out of Mother of the Year running on Oprah and I don’t even care.
Also, I love her very much… which is frustrating to me. How can you be so angry at someone and yet think they are the most adorable, smart, hilarious creature on the planet? My brain is going to explode.
Give me another episode of Law & Order.