29 September 2009
My sweet child is growing like a madman. The closets are stuffed with clothes he never had a chance to wear, things he's grown out of. In a month, Miles will be one. When I think back to what was going on in our lives a year ago, working, being big, terrified and anxious, this is much better. He still hasn't met his grandma Dawn or his uncle Alex. What suckers! Look at how great he is.
23 September 2009
He sleeps no longer. It's 11 pm and he's babbling at my feet. When will this stop? He's fed, changed, bathed, fed, changed and fed again. By now, he's overstimulated, overtired, you name it. What is it about this age? It must be teething. Just as soon as you think you get a good rhythm going a couple molars push up to ruin the party. Poor guy.. it is so hard to stay patient after a long day with no time alone. Tomorrow, I will find the baby Oragel I somehow managed to lose and start his bath, book, feeding routine at 6:30. He's over-tired and in pain and I feel like a jerk.
15 September 2009
The Hot Dog Cart / Trailer - Profit CalculatorPin It
If Hotdogs are $1.25 a piece it would take 22 days straight to make a profit. But after that it would be all profit, with the exception of a few fees during the years. You can sell cupcakes for more, $3 a piece, cookies for $2. The sweets are faster profit but perhaps more hassle. Let's see... be right back.
I need investors! I need time! Cupcake trucks are really popular in hip places... like San Francisco and such. This is my dream. Why didn't I ever do it? I can call it the "fast cookie" or "the infamous cookie" or "cupcakes a gogo" or "mighty muffins." I want to decorate it and fill it with my sweets so bad. Please, imaginary pocket books, give me what I want.
Cupcakes Take The Cake: Cupcake truck in Bay Area: Sweet RidePin It
This is my dream! Except, with cookies. I need a motivated friend.
Does anyone remember when I used to draw? I do.
Oh, hard times... when will ye end? Can't I have 40 hours a week to do what the good lord wills me to do?
I haven't got much of an urge to go out like I used to, but the urge to wander is stronger than ever. Before, I could spend half the day just getting to a spot to sit. When I got to it, I would draw. I love my son. Sometimes, it's easier to forget a little bit of who I was, in order to live with who I am. I have accepted that some parts are paused, and feel blessed that the others are growing fast. I must do something for myself soon and resist the urge to cut my own hair.
PS: Paying rent is crappy. Mice are crappy. I want a bag of cash.
14 September 2009
Today, I dedicate my blog entry to my friend Michele Kelly, who bought me this lint eradicator 9 years ago when she was Michele Caldwell. I have lovingly photographed the machine, all taped up with it's tummy filled. After all these years, it's only on it's third round of C batteries and I still use it on everything (and everyone). If, God forbid, it ever stops working, I shall get it dipped in bronze.
09 September 2009
For starters, I feel like an utter failure when Miles eats hair, so I do it at least once a day. Overnight, it has become a large part of my day, everything rides on the satisfaction it gives me. Mind you, I have not had a carpet to vacuum for 6 or 7 years. So, I researched the bare floor vacuums, bought an awful one, returned it and later ended up with this gem. It was free, 'cause Aunt Violet loves me. I recommend this little Dirt Devil. It works great and only costs about $40 bucks. I have attached a photo of the person I am vacuuming for. His face just swells with gratitude.
I made this card and pendants for Jessica.
The first is a string of firecrackers, cause she is a string of firecrackers and the second is a wee child dancing to Love Cats. Next on the list, make something for grandma Sharon. Heck, I leave a message on her answering machine and she squeals with delight. She'll lay an egg if I actually get around to making AND sending her something.
While pregnant, I was warned to enjoy my sleep, and get plenty while it was possible. Future mothers, I cannot stress this enough. This situation would be ideal with an endless supply of money lying around, a constant flow of patience. As it is, I am a tense ball of wiry, hungry nerves and it seems the only patience I can muster is for my son and, completely out of nowhere, my dog. There will be none left for the parking lots, or for my boyfriend. Will I ever truly give up the F word? Is it possible to putter through life without it?
So, eight days has passed without a posting. I have made many things instead. I made a parking ticket today, instead of a blog. I cleaned 1400 files today, instead of a blog. I paid a bill, instead of a blog. I made a sundae, instead of a blog. I drew a picture of a girl from high school, instead of a blog. I walked to the park, instead of a blog. I've probably breast fed my son fifty times since my last posting...