We are not gonna die. You know why? Because we are so... very... pretty. We are just too pretty for God to let us die.

Watching Firefly while the boy naps. Bliss! :)

I joined the World Cup Hexagon Month over on Flickr. Because I am crazy. And I had this purple hexagon quilt laying around untouched for like.. 7 years. So I've been working on it again. Which is nice to do while sitting around while Johnathan plays trains. I sew a little, fix the track that baby Godzilla trashed, and repeat.

I finished the quilt for my up and coming niece or nephew. It's all done, ready to go to it's new home. I snapped some pictures of it, and we'll see how they turn out, as soon as the battery recharges. It's raining here, so I may need some new ones when it's sunny out.

Other than that, nothing new here. Johnathan fell down on Sunday and whacked his head and bled. I think I handled it pretty well. No tears from me. I just kept repeating.. heads wound bleed a lot...head wounds bleed a lot. He's fine. No stitches needed and no permanent damage. But still. Scary.

Seriously?

You know. I hope and wish and pray for a time when my life slows down a little. Gets more towards 'normal'. Whatever that is.

Lately I feel as if I've been flying 9 million miles an hour. I'm tired and I feel like I don't get anything done. Just go go go. It's weird really.

Last week was especially bad. Lots of bumps along the way. Some bad news, and more bad news, and then my Mom's retina detached and it was down to the cities for emergency eye surgery. Thankfully she's fine, and it seems to be healing well, and Johnathan was a little angel in the waiting room. But still. Last week kicked my ass.

Thankfully I've had Tuesday and Wednesday off, and I'm feeling a little better. I also have this weekend off. And if I bust my butt and get the housework caught up, I'm doing only fun creative things this weekend. Sewing. Knitting. Whatever my heart desires. Well, that and running after the worlds busiest 2 year old. Who, by the way is off the charts at 38 1/4 inches tall. 100th percentile. Damn. He's going to be taller then me by Christmas. :)

Anyway. He's napping and I should go do more laundry. Or something.