Since moving to IC I have developed a few different ways to channel my OCD. First, I was crocheting--mostly scarves--which served me well since it was so freakin' cold compared to what we were used to winters feeling like. Then 2 years later, I transitioned to cross-stitch, which I still enjoy, especially for making Christmas stockings for friends and family. They are gifts that can last for much longer than a scarf.
Last Thursday I went to a beginning scrapbookers class. I have never been to a class and always figured it would be much more difficult, so I thought I would give it a try. The main purpose to make Neala's baby book be not boring. The problem is, I enjoyed it more than I thought and have decided to expand my page making past the 2 from the class and may have gone a little overboard. I bought 2 albums (1 for the cards we received for Neala and 1 for the actual pictures of Neala), 1 pack of paper, 2 packs of cardstock, extra page protectors, and a die cutting machine. Yes, I'm a dork, but at least I'm a creative dork. In the mean time I still need to finish 3 stockings for friends (hopefully getting at least one of them done by Christmas--maybe if I got off the computer while Neala was sleeping...).
Off to be crafty...
Monday, October 27, 2008
Thursday, October 9, 2008
I could cry...
and probably should. Part of it is sleep deprivation, part is hormones, and part is stress. This I know.
Last night I got a little over 4 hours of sleep. Hormones are a given for me right now.
The stress is the only thing I wish were absent, rather the cause of the stress. Gma-Hoof (as I lovingly refer to her, for her ability to insult anyone, anywhere, at any time and not even realize it) has been having what we believe to be mini-strokes. Several times she's had CTs and yesterday an MRI. Each time the doctors are able to find nothing. Basically, we have to wait for her to have a full-on stroke with who knows what end result. While I realize she is going to be 91 on December 1, the waiting game seems so very hard for me. Afterall, she is the only "original" grandparent I have left and, despite her ability to crush my ego with the fewest of words, I love her so very, very much.
So while I could blame it all on hormones, it really is the sound of my heart breaking that is making me cry.
Last night I got a little over 4 hours of sleep. Hormones are a given for me right now.
The stress is the only thing I wish were absent, rather the cause of the stress. Gma-Hoof (as I lovingly refer to her, for her ability to insult anyone, anywhere, at any time and not even realize it) has been having what we believe to be mini-strokes. Several times she's had CTs and yesterday an MRI. Each time the doctors are able to find nothing. Basically, we have to wait for her to have a full-on stroke with who knows what end result. While I realize she is going to be 91 on December 1, the waiting game seems so very hard for me. Afterall, she is the only "original" grandparent I have left and, despite her ability to crush my ego with the fewest of words, I love her so very, very much.
So while I could blame it all on hormones, it really is the sound of my heart breaking that is making me cry.
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