Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Two, Maybe Three of a Kind

Okay, first of all...let me just say how thankful I am to have woken up this morning with a roof over my head. Oh my gollies. Tornadoes. A word I no longer take with a grain of salt.

I grew up on the East coast in Savannah. I can remember having tornado drills at school in February but that was about it. Hurricanes were what we worried about. And I have very, very clear memories of packing up belongings, boarding up windows and doors and putting all furniture up on bricks almost annually on or around my birthday. And I can remember leaving the house to head inland to "evacuate" and hearing what I have always referred to as the hurricane sirens going off from the fire department down the street. But you know, there was always a warning...like a day or two notice.

Tornadoes on the other hand, not so much. I have only experienced one and I would love to keep it that way. I was very fortunate to have been in a house that the storm "skipped" as they are known to do. However, on that day I was given a new-found appreciation of a storm that was new to me. I no longer play with bad weather...especially not here in Mississippi. When you see the storm chasers on the interstate near your house earlier in the day, you better know that later you might just need to batten down the hatches.

Well, last night was one of those nights. Bad storms throwing off rotations left and right. And when you walk outside, you can feel it. It is the most eerie calm in the world with so much moisture and heat in the air and a stillness that will raise the hairs on the back of your neck. The animals are crazy because they know it too. The sirens going off with a sound that will forever make me feel sick to my stomach but also pumped with adrenaline. I have honestly inherited from my Grandmom Kay the ability to be able to sit in front of the radar and watch for hours to make sure that I am up to date on what is going on. And you know, last night as many people were getting ready for bed, I had my family bunked up in the hallway with flashlights, my Blackberry, dog beds and blankets to cover up with if the need be. My husband may say I am a bit over the top - but as you watch those weather guys and they immediately will stop in mid-sentence and say, "so and so area, if you hear this - take shelter immediately" you take them serious. Or, at least I do. And so we all snuggle in the hallway, and the dogs enjoy the snuggle time, the striped kitty is meowing as I have to kennel her in her crate as she is going more crazy than usual and Louisa just thinks it is the most fun. My adrenaline is running so fast that I wonder if I am even breathing. At one time I decide to show Louisa how to properly "duck and cover" in the hallway and quickly am reminded that at 7 months pregnant...that is not a good idea.

Have you done this before? It is not a fun feeling. When the "worst" of it was gone, I put my family to bed and tried to do the same myself. However, I don't know if it is being a Mom or just a paranoid-weather-nerd but I awaken an hour later to find it has gotten bad again. So, I leave my family sleeping and rush into the den and turn the radar on again to watch and wait for the moment if I need to grab everyone and dash to the hallway again.

This was last night. I am sleepy today, but thankful that Jackson-proper was un-fazed. And let me vent about something that really, really chaps my rear end. As I am watching the radar I am hearing the meteorologist say over and again about how they are sorry that the normal programming has been interrupted. WHAT? Excuse me? Are there seriously people out there that are complaining about not being able to watch their shows when the weather is churning and throwing off tornadoes in their backyards. Are you even kidding me? It was in this realization that I again was thankful that maybe I was a bit paranoid, but I was not the ignorant one that was so ungrateful to the meteorologist that were away from their families to be there to make sure that the public stay informed. My feathers were ruffled severely - and you know, maybe the weather didn't get bad in your area...but come on. My sister quickly revealed to me in a text when I vented to her that those would be the same people that would be blaming everyone else in the case that their homes were destroyed and not having proper warning. Sad, but true. Okay, enough of the soap box.

What I sat down to blog about, and quickly got sidetracked (imagine that) was baby boy. I had a doctors appointment and ultrasound yesterday and wanted to update everyone. He looks great. He is a still a boy. And you know, I told myself yesterday that now that I know for sure (you see, I just wasn't convinced as I swore this was a girl...and if you know me, I tend to make up my mind and don't like to be told otherwise) this is going to be fun. I am having a boy. You all may have known this for months, but I finally "get it." Snakes and snails and puppy dog tails.

Best of all, my placenta previa has resolved enough not to warrant a c-section. Now, if I could just get baby boy to turn head-down. He was breech on the last scan at 16 weeks, but yesterday at 29 weeks he was transverse...meaning he is happily hanging out sideways with his head under my heart and his feet wedged under my gallbladder. No wonder this pregnancy has gotten uncomfortable quicker than the last. So, as of now - unless we get him to turn, I will still be going in for a section. I guess there could be worse things, but I really, really don't want to have a section. The funny part - well, I guess it is funny...is the way he was "sitting" all happy in my uterus. Let's just rewind real quick....

Louisa Kate. I carried this child up until the day before I was due. She didn't want to come out. And even when induced, she still didn't want to. So, after 40 extra pounds, 9 months of extra-largeness, 17.5 hours of labor (2.5 of those hours actively pushing), some vacuum assistance and a very, very worn out jaundiced MOTHER (yes, I was jaundiced and swollen after tons of fluids) - she came into this world. Looking JUST LIKE MY HUSBAND. Really? And she has stayed that way. The two of them are two of a kind. They look just alike. She is his clone. But you know, she did seem to get some things from me - you know those not-so-desirable qualities like patience-level (or lack there-of), temper, determination, spit-fire, ability to pout, perfectionism, etc. So, when she acts up - it is me. Otherwise, it is my husband. They even sit alike. Just look at this.

Two peas in a pod. Well, it is almost this SAME EXACT POSITION that little boy is sitting in the womb at the moment. The sonogram lady laughed and I had to as well as I explained to her that it seemed as though I was growing another Norris. Baby boy also has his arm propped up on his knee all cute-like. I would show you a picture, but let's face it...who can decipher those ultrasound pics anyways? Case in point - at one time yesterday I told Louisa to look up at the screen because her baby brother was waving to her. As we both looked, the sonographer said, "Oh no. That is his scrotum." To which, we all know what Louisa said...."his crotum, what's his crotum?" And so it begins. The anatomy lesson. Oh dear.

So as I continue to incubate another child that will probably resemble my husband and pick a few of my most un-flattering qualities to have I have to laugh. I just hope he has half the personality that my Lou does. As I am trying to get her out the door for school this morning I tell her we need to hurry or we will be late and I hear, "Wait jes a second Mommy! I am trying to get my babies prepared and safe." I pay no attention until just now when I walk into the bathroom and find this

her dolls ducking and covering on the bathroom floor all set with a flashlight. I love that little girl, no matter who she looks like. :)

Until next time...

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Holy Moles....I am a Slacker.

Okay...apologies up front it has been like a MONTH since I have blogged and honestly just thinking about updating you on everything just overwhelms the snot out of me. I mean, what in the crizzity have I been up to to neglect my blog? Let's just see. And I will put more pics than words (well, I say this but we all know I tend to run my mouth) just to help beg forgiveness. Oh yeah, I am not proofing either. Whoops. Will you still love me?

First let me appease you with a Lou story. We all love them. Of course there have been tons lately, but I have been slack about remembering. The one that still stands out is the day that I took her shopping with me for some clothes. She asked why I was buying new clothes, I mean - I get it...she is the only one that gets new frocks here. :) But I told her it was so that I could fit my big-ole belly in them. Well, I should have thought better on that one but we all know how the preggo-brain works so later on while we were in a different store and a larger lady that was beside us (since the stores so sweetly put the maternity next to the "big and talls") and I saw it coming. The look in her eyes...the wheels turning. But, thankfully this time she whispered to me (not her usual never-confused-with-inside-voice), "Mommy, do you fink dat lady is buying new clothes for her big-ole belly too?" And we were off. Then to explain the difference of being fat and being pregnant...let me just spare you the details that that one still gets me. Lawd.

So, here begins the picture-montage of where I have been in the last month.

While I have been slaving away at my sewing machines, not even kidding on this one...

Murray has been kitty-cat napping. Imagine that.

When not napping, she is being BFF with Louisa. Methinks she might rather be napping.

Mallard on the other hand is standing the look-out in the front of the house to make sure no one comes to get us. Or, more importantly...that no one comes in or near the house to see what a disaster it is since my maid has not shown up in months.

Wait, the maid DID show up one day. But, when she saw the jute rug get into a fight with the good-for-nothing vacuum cleaner,

she left. I cannot say that I blame her, I mean it was really loud and made this awful stench and I don't pay her anyways....Oh, and I really, really heart that picture of my brown boy. :)

The belly has continued to grow and Lou still really seems cool with the idea of inviting a baby brother into the house.

He is still without a name, which is completely against my usual Type A+ control-freak nature. But maybe this is a sign that I am going to get more and more laid back the crazier it all gets. We can all dream, right?

Remember Murphy? He is still hanging out. I don't see why. I don't treat him very well and I talk some serious shiz about him behind his back, but he is still here. Cracker. Well, after all the drama with my sewing machine that I blogged about last time I feel like I need to confess. I was so excited that I was able to "fix" my own machine (cannot remember if I blogged about that or not) until it started to make the same mess again. Remember, this is in absolute-crazar-fest at brownie-goose. I mean, the times that I am sewing 30 items a weekend to get stuff done. Not sleeping and not cleaning or anything other than sewing for that matter. Crazy sewing time. What better time for machines to mess up? Well, oh yeah...and since there seemed to be some confusion over the last post title "You Picked a Fine Time Lucille" I wasn't referring to my sweet black dog, it is a song. An old-school country song by good-old Kenny Rogers about a woman leaving a man at the worst possible times. Check it out here, it really is a good song. Anyways, point being....REALLY Thelma? You picked a fine time to screw up. Grrr. Back to story - confession....my sewing room gets crazy when I get crazy busy. Turns out I have a lot of crizzity to the right of my machine and when I was swapping out needles and thinking I was replacing the "bad" ones with good ones, I was just picking up the same one over again. Can you imagine that with what the side of my machine table looks like?

Ha, I know right. Anyways, I put a new needle (a REAL new needle) in there and the problem seemed to go away. Well, then it came back and went ka-plooey for reals. It was at that moment that I decided to use my motto, "Hey, I can make/do/fix that!" and started to unscrew my machine to take it all apart. I did so, put it back together and everything seemed to be okay. I had ordered a new bobbin case (when all else fails) and decided I would wait for that and be glad I took it apart and cleaned it. I then looked down and saw an extra screw. Bad words. Well, I figured it probably needed to be in the machine or else Murphy would take over so I took it all apart again only to find I had NO clue where the blasted screw was to go and then couldn't get the schnizzlefronded thing back together. Bad, bad words. I even threw my screwdriver. It wasn't pretty. So, on a Friday night of a weekend that I needed to bust my tail this is what I was looking at, minus all the goop - I cleaned that out.

Scary, right? Well, I bought a new machine and she is named Myrtle and she got baptised by fire over that weekend and Thelma, bless her heart...is still in 2 pieces on my sewing room floor. When things slow down here, I will take her to the doctor to get all fixed up nicely. Grrrrrr. Murphy needs a swift kick in the arse if you know what I mean.

Anyways, I am now slowly starting to lose my mind at the computer. You see, last week while we were in Georgia I went "unplugged" and loved it. Now, I am over the computer which is awesome since I run an online business. I want to go and take my doggies for a walk before it gets dark. So, in slacker fashion...I will just give you a bunch of pics of the tow-head to make you smile until the next time I sit back down!

That last one could be an ad for Oreo. :) Oh, and can you picked the one in which she had an off-day in dressing herself?

Oh, and are you as excited about the antique chicken crate I scored on eBay this morning? No worries...not planning on raising chickens, but I saw a picture in a magazine last week and my motto immediately set in. "I can SO make that." We shall see. If I can ever get out of my sewing room and into all of Byron's wood-working tools to get it done I will show you. You know you are curious. :) I cannot WAIT to start.

Until next time...

Monday, November 1, 2010

You Picked A Fine Time Lucille...

The title says it all. I usually don't give the stink eye to a day just because I try to be positive, but today can kiss my rear for all I care. Maybe not that harsh, but it has not been a good day. Oh wait, duh...it was Monday.

However, it isn't Lucille that is acting a fool at our house, and believe it or not - it isn't Lou either. Who is the guilty party? Thelma.

Who is Thelma do you ask? Only my trusty sewing machine that I have had for 4 years this Christmas. This afternoon she became un-usable. She has been making a funny noise for about a month, maybe more...and then has had some tension issues in the last few weeks and today when a clicking sound started I decided I should probably take it apart and clean. I am NOT known for having clean machines, and I am already dreading getting yelled at by the repair guy about how filthy she really is. Well, this is what I got out of a very small area where the bobbin sits.

So, I thought - duh, that's her problem. Now, let's get back to work. See - I just blogged yesterday on my brownie-goose blog about how I have a goal to get all of my orders done and basically this boils down to me doing 8 items of clothing a day. Eeeks. Double-eeks and gargamels when my machine acts up. Well, I jinxed myself as I spent the rest of the afternoon ripping seams that were sewn improperly and taking apart and putting Thelma back together and trying everything in my right mind to fix the issue. No luck. So, here she sits...

on the floor of my sewing room to be taken to the doctor tomorrow. Well - now is NOT the time for me to be sewing-machineless. So, I went and got a back-up (I have been needing a back-up anyways) and have sewn a pair of pants so far, and it works fine...but it isn't Thelma. I heart her and I am sad she is sick and I NEED her to get well soon. Very soon in fact. I mean...this is the rate I am trying to work, you see.

Well, now that you all think I am a little nutty for writing an entire post about a sewing machine and my love affair with it, you are probably right. Will it help to admit that tonight while cooking dinner I had an absolute MELTDOWN (Louisa-style) when the rice boiled over in the microwave. I mean, crying, throwing the dish-towel, bad words, stomping, flailing of the arms, etc. In fact, my dear sweet husband (who is sooooooooo ready to have his "normal" not-so-crazy-hormone-infested-stressed out wife back) just looked, grabbed Lou's hand and led her outside to give me time. Lordy. Don't we love those moments?

On a lighter note...how about trying to get a picture before trick-or-treating at a friend's house with me and Louisa. Let me just show you how that goes. We start out - I mean, check out the faces!

And then I get tickled (and look slightly evil), and so does she.

Geeze. Oh, and more humor. How about this fat kitty cat standing on her tip-toes trying to get a lizard on the door. It was way cute and kept her entertained for about an hour. Of course you can imagine how exhausted she is now, I haven't seen her move in the last few hours. She is breathing though.

So, in the time it took to take a few minutes from the sewing machines to vent and get some therapy, my computer also crashed and took a good 30 minutes to come back for me to finish this post. I think this is a sign. I think I need to turn off my machines, stop wishing I had a bottle or glass of wine and get to this...

Until next time...