Garage sale

We are having a garage sale tomorrow.  While, I love the idea of clearing out room in our house, and offering the opportunity for people to re-use our unwanted stuff, I am a little scared that while I am busy selling I will miss out on finding my own awesome find at someone else’ s sale.  How silly. I am in the market for a wagon, please happen this summer.

man-a-tar

Okay…I am aware of my language, and while  I don’t agree with male dominated language a “man-a-tar” is simply a male avatar.  If Dave was playing  “1 vs 100″ using my avatar, it would be a “woman-a-tar”, not as catchy hey?

But seriously,  I need to use his avatar to play the game, and I don’t want his avatar choices to reflect my personal views, it is simply something he designed that I need to use to play the game. I am shocked that people don’t find more freedom in designing their avatars, the “1 vs 100″ crowd is a boring lot.  Not my man-a-tar though, nope, he looks like a scrawny, white and crazed faced pirate. I do think a whole lot of us should arrange to meet at a specific time on “1 vs. 100″ all dressed in the same outfit, anyone game?

promises of pel

I finished knitting Pel!  I promise a picture of pel tomorrow, it is a bit unflattering on my pregnant frame, but it will be the only large woolen item in my closet that will still fit me into the last weeks of pregnancy this Fall.  Another knitter called it a blanket with arms, and so it is, but not nearly as obviously one as a snuggy.

And, the delicious wide flaps of pel will be the ultimate sweater to sport as a wear n’ wrap when baby arrives and I have her in her sling or carrier in late Fall.  Oh, the promises of Pel.

 Julia is out of school and she spent her first day off in the plastic kiddie-pool in the backyard, her splashing away as I swayed in the hammock. Sweet, sweet life.  We also made our way to a street festival only 30 minutes from our home. We bought Macy’s first toy there, handmade by grumble toy. We love it. I will also post a pic of it tomorrow. I am bloggin’ on my lunch hour.

I also got a new hat that I was only trying on for fun and then Dave said “get it” and so now I have it. I was even complimented on it by the nice lady at the bistro down the street.

pictures tomorrow. sorry so black & white lately.

into the forest

I can’t remember the exact measurements for the coffee machine

our lives have meshed that much . You still sleep

and it is too early for a Sunday, to be awake.

Sitting cross-legged at my dining room table, preparing

to set myself presentable

to read “Into the Forest” to other people’s children.

sleepy shops

It is rainy and cool and we came into some funds for the 1st time in a long while, and so we hit the shops.  Canadian Tire to be exact.  I NEVER imagined I would go to a home hardware and be seriously looking and interested in home stuff.  We still managed to spend over an hour there, and almost an entire paycheque  on home stuff. The plastic tire scent of the store nearly did us in. Nauseating.

We are also the proud owners of a new reel push mower (our neighbor has been giving us hints about lawn upkeep) and a kiddie pool for $10. This has got to bring some attention to us from the neighborhood children. Julia hasn’t befriended a single child since we moved (she attends school in a different area).  We also got some reddish wine paint to redo a cabinet that Dave’s mom graciously donated to us. I am desperate to get it done up, but I’m not allowed to paint (pregnant) and it is rainy and not a good way to dry it.

I have one goal by the end of this weekend: finish the pel sweater.  I am on the 2nd sleeve, and already weaved in the other odd ends, i should be able to model it by tomorrow’s end…big belly and all.

may your rainy day bring you what you need.

gardens!

The truth is that today marks the first time I have ever truly gardened. I helped mom pick raspberries, peas and carrots in my childhood garden, but nothing past that. I have plenty of happy house plants, I even made clippings of the “twigg family plant” and used them to decorate tables at our wedding, but I today I got my hands dirty outside and it is very ADDICTIVE!

My mom brought me to what I consider the best place to buy your plants, the MCC sale. All the proceeds go to helping families in Peru, so you don’t feel bad about overspending, although you can’t really overspend. I got seven perennials ( I now know what that means) and one pretty flowering pot for $20! Later on, when we stopped to buy some soil just one of the plants I bought was priced at $15, so I got a super deal.

I arrived home proudly carrying my box of plants and got Dave to carry the soil to me,  I then weeded and planted them all. My mom gave me two tomato plants and I promised to be awesome to them.

There is something very gratifying about gardening and especially when you are pregnant. The squatting and dirt digging action is a common motion in pregnancy pilates, and I can see why.  My legs are burning now, I have to figure out to get this deep dirt out from under my nails, but the yard looks a ton better, and knitting may have to take 2nd place to my gardening in warm seasons to come.

25

So happy because an old friend of mine dropped by yesterday with boxes of maternity clothes and lots of wearable. This one is my favorite, probably because it’s not designed as maternity dress.

25 weeks now.

We got to see her lovely face on Thursday, I love her to bits. I’m feeling beautifully big bellied. The hormones associated with nasty moodiness and the need to be alone and not touched have been pleasantly replaced with positive hormones that make me super attracted to Dave, smiley and radiant feeling.

I am thankful the sun has come out, great fruit is available and the week-end has offered so much knitting and rest time.

25

25 weeks pregnant.  We are inconsistent, we didn’t take a 24 or 25 week belly shot. Maybe next week.

Tomorrow, we get to see baby girl on ultrasound screen, she wouldn’t get her face out of the placenta long enough for a head profile. The technician had me stay on my hands and knees for 5 minutes to try and get her to move, but it didn’t work. I was worried that hiding your face in placenta for month would make it red. Silly.

Pregnancy dreams are usually good. Last time, I dreamt I was at a party and entered a competition with this professional fruit loop smasher. Seriously, this guy could grab a handful of fruit loops, smash them with the side of his hand and fling them into his mouth at a ridiculous speed. I went up against him, and I lost.  I totally ate fruit loops for my 2nd bowl of cereal, my first was some healthy fibre stuff.

My latest friend add on facebook has incredibly exciting photos, crazy hair, outfits and friends. I blog about bannock and dreams. We’re in different places. If there were cheap digital cameras back in 1995…you’d be amazed at the rebel I was, the hair I sported and the amount of skin I showed. We’re all in different places at different times, except me and my baby girl are pretty much on the same level, the level of lots of food and rest.

Bannock

I set the table awaiting his arrival. He came home, wet (from rain) carrying diabetic cat food for D.

He fed the cats, I reheated the broccoli soup, he sat at the table, he tore off a piece of the Bannock and said, “mmmmmm”.

Wheeee!

I used this recipe.

Have a great day.

sweet mondays

Today is my first Monday off of a summer of no work Mondays!

I took Julia to school and volunteerd to do a drama workshop with her class for an hour. They are studying butterflies in the classroom, so they told me all about the four stages. They dressed up in the fabric tubes I brought we created a story about moths and butterflies, with ended with me crazily chasing the boy moths away from my wool.

Julia was proud of me .

It took hours on the bus to get home. Rainy bus stops suck.

Now, I’m puttering about, a little reading here, a little knitting here, I made 30 honey bee sweets from vegan lunchbox, I have veggies for a soup all cut up and a rice salad to assemble. I’m digging around for a quick biscuit recipe that doesn’t require milk. Bannock, we’ll just eat bannock! I haven’t tried making bannock for five years! I stopped because I was dating an Aboriginal man and I kept on trying to impress him with bannock, only it was always burnt, too hard, too soft, or nothing like bannock.  He had a radio show on CBC where he did social commentary with a Native accent, he once did an episode all about my bad bannock.  Will I impress Dave with great bannock at dinner? I will try my bestest!