28 March 2012

Sorry for the lack of posting

I know it feels like forever since I had a real post. I'm still hanging in, just been dealing with extreme fatigue this week. Some I blame on staying up late to watch basketball and getting a little hyper over that--even little Kaydence was rolling and flipping around on Sunday over our win--but some is just from being pregnant.

We did have date night on Monday night, which I much appreciated. Left-brain did have to lift me out of the truck when we got home. Because it has tractor trailer tires on it, it sits up higher than most trucks, and, since it's a dually, it sits out farther from the curb than normal trucks. I've come down wrong on my ankle getting out of it before, and Monday night, the distance between the step and the curb looked so far, and I was so tired, I didn't want to risk hurting myself or the baby, so he lifted me down. I felt sort of silly, but he is strong, and he got us down safely. I did tell him we will not be taking that vehicle to the hospital when I am in labor. We can take my car, or borrow something lower.

Last night was a night home. We ended up watching "A Hot Dog Show" on PBS. If you have never seen this documentary, you really need to watch it. The show is all about hot dogs all over America, from Chicago dogs, to Nathan's famous, to little Southern roadside stands. It's older, from the late 90s, and I have no real idea why it is so interesting, but it sucks you in, much more than the accompanying documentaries about ice cream and sandwiches. Even Left-brain enjoyed it, and he is not the kind of person to watch other people eat hot dogs for an hour, although he did find the way they make them to be a little gross, and he kept pointing out that no one wore gloves when they were fixing them. I tried to remind him that they probably washed their hands, and that it was the 90s, food handling procedures were less strict then, but he wasn't buying it. Moi, I just wanted a hot dog when the show was over. He said I'd understand had I gotten a bad case of food poisoning. I guess he has a point, but a slaw dog looked good.

I am doing a little stitching. I spent Sunday morning finishing ornaments. Got 4 done, which is a record for me. I tried using comic book board. I have to say, I like it. It's a slightly thicker posterboard, which you would think wouldn't be that sturdy, but, when covered in batting, and glued together, it's plenty sturdy, at least for an ornament! They look OK, and I know I am improving, but I have decided that there is no way I can get all of the old ornament-sized finishes I have in my finish box done. Even if I had months off with no responsibility, at least not done well. I am going to have to turn some of it over to finishers. At least that way, things are going from being in a box to being on a tree or whatever I want to hang them on, all part of my being a better steward, and I don't have all these things overwhelming me. I can still keep some home to learn and improve my skills on, but I think this is a better way to do most of them. I can spend the summer enjoying finishing, not dreading it.

That's all for now, I am going to try to do a post tonight with photos of what I've been working on.


Nancy said...

Sorry you have been so tired but being pregnant will do that to you! Glad you got some finishing done!

Daffycat said...

I am not sure of the regulations where you live or where the manufacturing plant that makes the hot dogs is...but can touch food with bare hands if it gets cooked above a certain temperature.

I think that is totally gross!

We cook hot dogs at my store and the health department inspector assured me it was "OK" to pop them on the grill bare handed. Ummm, no! We always use gloves.

Clare - Aimetu said...

Relaxing time is needed - I hope your fatigue disappears soon. Stitching is always a good remedy :)

CJ in OK ;-) said...

A hotdog show? LOL CJ in Ok ;-)

I do my thing and you do yours. I am not in this world to live up to your expectations, and you are not in this world to live up to mine. You are you and I am I, and if by chance we find each other, then it is beautiful. If not, it can’t be helped--Frederick Perls