Someone have a case of the Mondays?

Oh yeah,
big time
I had a case of the Mondays yesterday. I didn't want to do anything, when in fact I got a load of laundry done, a load of dishes, and got Alaina bathed and in bed. It doesn't seem like much until I remember that she went to bed a 9 pm.
Daddy took the day off to work on the bedrooms. He sanded the mud and got almost completely done with the first coat. But he wanted to see Alaina before she went to bed so I kept her up late. I think the stars aligned just right because she was really good all night. Usually she is temperamental at best and won't let me leave her side. But I gave her an early bath after she fed herself (and her shirt) a fruit cup and a half of peaches and syrup, which I think she knows is a signal for bed, so every minute that she gets to stay up after that is icing on the cake because she knows its sleepy time. By the time Jeff said, Let's go to bed Alaina, she ran for the stair because she was so eager to sleep. She only made it through half of her usual three bedtime books before she pointed at her bed. Jeff was kind of sad to have story time cut short because its good snuggle time too.
Anyway about the weekend. Alaina stayed with Mimi and Papa and had a grand time. I bought all the supplies to stain and seal the trim for the rooms. I'll start probably next week, working in the garage with a heater after the little one's in bed. And the big news is we bought a truck. An old 1994 GMC to lug stuff around for the house and get Jeff to work during bad weather. And judging by the snow today, we got it just in time.
We also got to have a nice adults night out without having to worry about our babysitters driving home late. We went out for drinks where one of our friends is a bartender. It was nice, even though it was cold. Anyway, I'll try to get some pictures up for tomorrow.

STARVING!!!!!

I sit here with a delicious bowl of creamy chicken and rice soup and a half a sandwich from Panera and I can't eat it!!! I am so hungry, but since I haven't eaten anything since 9 p.m. last night, my stomach has went on strike. I ate half of the soup and a few bites of the sandwich. It all tastes like nothing. Darn these tests that make me fast! They mess up my meals!
Anyway the Radioactive egg test went well. As usual, I waited over an hour to get to the testing area, waited to eat the nasty cold 'glowing' eggs, and then had to lie still for an hour and a half on an uncomfortable table. They turned the radio on for me, little did I know the station that started out playing some classic U2, was taken over by an evil leprechaun who played elevator music for the rest of the time I was there. Ick. I'm so shaky from not eating its hard to type so this will be short. Alaina goes back to party with Meme and Papa this weekend, which will hopefully give me time to make up some work and recover from my lack of energy. I need to pick up yoga or something. Maybe. The last time I tried it, I just aggrivated some sore spots. Who knew that my feet would complain so much about being flexed and unflexed?

Clean and Organized!

Upstairs before . . . .



Upstairs after . . .

My new scrapbooking area!

Sewing with Kitty

And best of all, a gift wrap area!

Test results

The doc said everything looked normal yesterday, but they took some biopsies jus in case. He also scheduled me for a gastric emptying study, which means I go to the hospital on friday, eat some radioactive eggs and sit in a dark room so they can see where I'm glowing at. Just kidding about the dark room, but not about the radioactive eggs. I learned that getting blood drawn from your arm is much less painfull than having an IV put into your arm. I don't know why they don't use the hand like the hospitals do. I learned that I don't mind being knocked out, and I felt great coming out of my little medicinal sleep.
And I finished my upstairs organizing while I was home. I've tackled the rediculous task of organizing all my buttons . .wait, what? Yep you heard me, I have two lunch boxes full of buttons that my grandmother gave me and I went through and put all the matching ones together and then put then into tiny ziploc bags that you get in craft stores. Am I nuts for spending three hours doing this? Maybe, but now if I want to use some of them I have prematched sets to look at instead of a bucket to sift through. And do you have any idea how many different styles and sizes of buttons there are. Oh my gosh! I had fifteen little pearl grey buttons lined up and none of them matched even though there were about the same size, different color, some had pattern cut or carved into them, and some were four holed and some had two. Yikes!
And I put this on Tuesday's blog because I'm going to try and stick to some wordless wednesday posts.

The twin connection!

So Stacey and I have never had one of those pinch her and I feel it type of twin connections, but we got to have a moment yesterday. She called to talk and mentioned a brother of a friend from Clay center (refered to as K). And I had to of course tell her that it was crazy that she would mention K because I had just had a dream that I ran into our friend and K at a coffee shop! Of course the fun part is that he was melded in my dream with a local boy who got caught in the middle of a fight and had his cheekbone broken and had to have surgery to fix it a few years ago, but that's beside the point. Neither of us have heard or seen him in years, but I dream about seeing him and she mentions him the next day. Wierd huh?
And to top it all off, the dream was completely surreal because it involved Transformers. Geez, I need to lay off whatever gives me these psycho dreams. I used to dream about running with donosaurs and being chased by my gym teacher who was the terminator. And what does that say about my mental health? :p

Busy weekend . .

The tastefully simple party that I went to Friday was wonderful. I got to see some people who haven't seen me since I was pregnant (two years!!) and bought some yummy seasonings. Everything was so good, if I knew enough people in the area, I'd become a rep to sell it. How can you not love products that you just add sour cream and you have an instant gourmet party dip? I'm such a big cooking person and these products are consumable, so I'd . . oh wait. I forgot I was saying I can't do this.
On Saturday, I got to sleep in. Jeff worked on the bedrooms, still mudding and taping, and Alaina and I worked on messing up and cleaning the house. Guess who did what?
Sunday was an interesting day. I cleaned and got ready to have friends over for supper. It was a belated gift exchange for Christmas. I hit the jackpot! They got Jeff and I a pair of Cutco shears. The kind that the demo people use to cut pennies. I was pumped!!!! Of course the tough part of the day was that I feel down the stairs. I'm not quite sure what happened all I know is that I was walking down after my shower and then I was skidding down the stairs on my backside. I wacked my elbows and head pretty good and the bruises are just showing up today.
Monday was the progress day. I went upstairs and tackled the evil that is my sewing craft area. The Christmas tubs finally got put away, don't get me wrong the decor came down Dec 31st. But the tubs hung around downstairs until Sunday. I went through two tubs of stuff Stacey left when she moved, and most of my sewing area. Inspired by Omaha Mama, I took pictures to post of the before and after. I've decided to use the desk Stacey left to organize my scrapbooking/stamp/craft stuff. And I'm still thinking I need to have that cardmaking party. (healthy snack are a must of course!)
I also went to a GI doctor yesterday. For those of you that don't know I had a nasty bacteria in high school and my digestive track has never been the same. My recent health problems seen to be anchored around heartburn/acid reflux. They scheduled an upper endoscopy for 11 am this morning. Aren't you all jealous? I get to be knocked out and have a tube shoved down my throat. Yay! The only good news is I took a ntoebook and worked on one of the many romance books that I have brewing in my head and since I had to sit in the waiting room for 45 mins, I got a lot written.
p.s. kitty is back to her old self and pestering us all. We're glad she's back!

Midnight feeding

I had Jeff update me on Kitty when he came to bed last night. He said it looked like she was trying to get up, so he moved the little nest I made for her to the floor so she woulnd't fall. I'm not sure when time he woke me up. But about 2:30 am I heard a noise and got worried so I got up and saw kitty manning her post by the foot of the stairs. In the mornings, she is always sitting there waiting for us to get out of bed, I think she wakes with the first alarm to go off and moves into position. anyway, I crouched down to see how she was doing and she drunkenly stumbled over to see me. She could barely stay upright, falling over every few seconds. I carried her upstairs so I could see how she looked. She kept wandering in circles like the cages tigers at the zoo. every few steps she would fall over and sometimes not get up for a while. I almost cried it was so sad.
She and I laid on the kitchen floor together in front of the fridge (I think she was enjoying the heat coming from underneath it.) She would tap my hair everynow and then, like she wanted to play and couldn't. After about 45 minutes, she started to perk up a bit. I got her to walk around after a toy on a string, but she kept going back to her food and water dishes. She coudln't open her mouth yet, so she must have been pretty hungry. I soaked some kitty food in water to soften it and mashed some cheese and added water to make it kinda soupy. by the time I went to bed, she was able to lick some of the food up, but not drink or chew. She laid down on my soft robe that I set out for her, and I shut to door so she couldn't get downstairs. I'm still not sure if she fell or stumbled down them.
Anyway, she was still a little woozy this morning, but she could 'talk' a little and was a lot more agile. Go kitty!