Nights Are Going to Be Lonely

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This past Saturday I co-hosted a baby shower for a neighbor of mine. She's expecting a girl in about 4 weeks. Besides the shower, these five hand-made onesies were my gift to her. (Which is why I couldn't post these sooner.) All pictures are not of the final product because I was in a time crunch to finish them. The last onesie has a back to it- two smaller flowers on the butt. In the future (way in the future) I'm thinking of starting an Etsy store and this would be one of the items that I would sell*. Having two nieces automatically makes it easy to come up with girly designs but I hope to branch out to boys as well. 

My other big project for the baby shower was this bad boy: 

I'm actually really sad that both projects are done because they were so much fun to work on! I'd love to sell the flower tree on Etsy, too, but it probably wouldn't ship well since the flowers are somewhat fragile.

Sooo... what to do with all this free time? 

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*If you are interested in purchasing one let me know and we can work something out.

Death Comes in Threes

At least this post isn't about people dying. But it's about dying nonetheless.

Most of you know that D and I are having quite the week. Short version- our only car died on Monday which caused a lot of stress and panic. (By me) We figured out that it was our alternator and saved ourselves at least $275 by installing it ourselves on Tuesday.

Then our laptop power cord died... after we installed the alternator. No power cord- no laptop. The car was working so I was at peace with waiting for a newly ordered cord to ship to us.

Today the power cord arrives. The laptop has power!

And, also, the car died....again. While D and another coastie were working on the car the SAR* alarm went off. Just my luck.

While I'm hogging sleeping in my comfy bed tonight our car must spend hers on base. Alone. Behind a secured gate. (At least she'll have a great view, right?) Depressing music will play in the background as she tells the wandering deer stories about the good-old-days.She'll shed a little oil tear when she flashes back to earlier in the day when the little pup had his head out the window, tongue flapping in the breeze as I enjoyed my new ipod playlist.

Start workin', girly!

Soooo... in an attempt to relax and be calm here are some lovely pictures that I took while taking dinner to D last night.

Now I'm off to attempt to melt my worries away in the tub and then finish my onesie project.**

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*S.A.R.: Search and Rescue

**Onesie project: a post about this will come after Saturday.

The Inner Nerd Confesses

Less than a week ago I was watching a small fry when we decided to watch a movie. Not being able to decide on a dvd I checked the tv schedule to see if anything might be airing. I found that the The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe movie had started five minutes prior.

This is a story that I've been dying to read since I was in elementary school. Every time I went to the school library I picked up the book to check out but, for some reason, I always put it back. After watching the movie for about fifteen minutes I was thrilled to find that it's like a kid version of Lord of the Rings. (Let's just say that I probably know more about Lord of the Rings than you think I do. Enough to argue with correct D.)

So this morning I was offered a chance to borrow the series to read.

Uhh... didn't know there are seven books. Seven!

Confession: I'm half- way through the first book.

In fact, I'm only writing this blog post at 12:36am as a way to break myself from the book before I feed my inner nerd cookies and put her to bed. Okay, Okay, I'm going to sneak in a recorded episode of My Life As Liz but only so I'm caught up on the show.

Speaking of which...

Someone recently commented that I love Liz so much because I am Liz.

Told that to D.

He said, "What? No. You're not even close to being as cool as Liz."

He's right. She probably doesn't calculate, based on today's readings, how fast she'd get through a seven-book series...

...On her calendar.