Huckleberry

Back in July, my husband accidentally mowed over a rabbit nest. One of the kits died and we dutifully put the other one back in its shallow hole so its mother could take care of it.

But then I started to worry. What if she abandons it because of the incident and the fact that we touched it? All evening long, and all day the next day, I worried about that poor little baby out there all alone and what if, what if, what if. I finally just couldn't stand it anymore so I did some googling about how to tell if a kit is abandoned. I went out and checked its skin for tenting/dehydration... but honestly, I couldn't tell. Then I started to worry about the fact that I'd touched it again and what if she abandons it now? Plus, the ants were biting it... I was so conflicted that I finally just went out and got the poor thing and brought it inside.

 

And thus began the crumbling of our stubborn determination to never want a pet. We were quickly and forcefully smitten and the next two weeks consisted of research, pet stores, kitten formula, droppers, teensy bottles, kitchen scales, heat lamps - and yes, even 2 and 4am feedings. By this time we had read that it is so very rare for wild bunnies to survive if taken away from their mother; but against all odds, he started to fill out, grow fluffy clean fur, and explore his surroundings.

 

He was so tiny! I would sit and snuggle him against my skin for hours while he slept. Below is my very favorite picture of him, sleeping so deeply that I rolled him over onto his back and he didn't even stir.

 

A day or two later he got sick. We did everything we could for days but he eventually died. I couldn't believe how sad I felt! But he'd opened a door in our hearts - and my birthday was coming up - so the decision to become official pet owners was made.

 

(Eeeeeeee!!!)

 This is Huckleberry:) Although, more often than not, he's called Hucklebunny, Stinkleberry, Hucks, or some other such variation. He is almost 5 months old now and so full of personality and quirks!

 

Just look at that big nose, deep frown, and huge foot! He did not like being held like this and he let me know it with a loud thump of his hind leg when I put him down.

 

I could seriously just die of cuteness. I love him so much!

October

October was hard. Glad it's over.

I'm looking forward to November, though, because the weather is finally getting cool and I love Fall.

And also... because it's not October.

My husband made these costumes for the boys. He even learned to sew just so he could make the one on top. It was very cute to see him sitting at my sewing machine, stitching away. That is, until I wanted to sew... and then it wasn't so cute.

I did manage to make this Fall pillow. I suppose October wasn't all bad.

Turtle Quilt

When I said it would be done "within the week" in my last post, what I really meant was "in two months". So I'm right on schedule. ;)

I had quite a few issues with this quilt, but somehow I pushed through and ended up being happy with it. It's finally done and shipped off to its new owner. 

I love the bell-shaped tortoise shells! I got my inspiration here.

 

 

The center of the block on the right is an old Amy Butler print. It is my favorite fabric ever! I have about three yards that I'm hoarding for a very girly quilt for myself one day.

 I like the quilting around the letters on the back.

 Texture!

I don't like how the turtles don't stand out very well. But, like I said, I had some complications with this quilt, including some design dilemmas, and eventually I just had to make a decision and move on.

I love the blocks very much! I wanted to branch out from my usual off-centered concentric squares... but apparently I couldn't, and now I'm glad. 

 :)

Your Mom Goes To College

The semester is over! Oh my word - like a bad song on the radio, I thought it would never end! But it has at long last, and now I hardly know what to do with myself. Never has a girl been so excited to do housework and laundry - anything as long as it's not studying! These are all my notes from the semester...

 

Good grief, right?! This is how much more information is now in my poor little brain. At least. And yes, my 4.0 is still intact, need you even ask???

And just in case you're wondering if I'm ever going to post about quilting again - or actually finish a WIP - here's something I've been working on slowly (get it? haha) all semester.

It's now my #1 priority until it's done and shipped off to the most patient girl on the face of the earth. So hopefully I'll be sharing a picture of an actual finished quilt within a week.

I also have tons of quilty plans for the summer - fingers crossed that I somehow morph into a different person and actually follow through=) Because nursing school starts at the end of August and I have a feeling that it's not going to be very quilter-friendly.

A List of Lists

You know you're overwhelmed when you have to write a list of the lists you need to write.

I already see that I forgot one: things to organize. I only have 3.5 more weeks of school, though, and then I'll start tearing into these lists. Or not...

Another broken wrist, just in time for this pretty spring weather.

 And I finally finished the third season of Downton Abbey. (Warning: spoiler ahead!) I was so devastated I had to google him to make sure he'd come back to life.

Zombie Matthew is much cuter anyway.

The One Where I Let Them Play With Their Food

Kal's first taste.

Levi's first impression.

Levi feeds it a fry.

Kal orchestrates a pincher wrestling match.

Kal searches for the brain.

Levi dismembers and categorizes the parts.

Kal makes shell stew.

I Am Ok

I don't really have an official bucket list. But if I did, one of the things on it would be to pay for the order of the person behind me in a drive-thru line. And if I had such a list...  

...I would be marking that item off today...

...because I DID IT!!!

Ok, I know this doesn't seem like a big deal. Not only was it a small amount of money, but it was fast-food - not exactly solving world hunger or procuring world peace. Not even meeting a "need". But that's almost the beauty of it. Completely unnecessary random act of kindness for no other reason than to make someone smile.

And boy, did she smile! She honked and I looked at her in my mirror and she had one of the most sincerely giddy smiles of pure, spontaneous joy I have ever seen. I don't think I'll ever forget her smile, stretching from ear to ear and pouring out in a rush of excited energy from her eyes and waving hand.

The cashier was not impressed. He looked at me with what seemed like disgust or extreme disrespect. Like I was a complete weirdo. As if I were breaking some unwritten rule about minding your own business and succumbing to the drudgery of life, without making "happy" waves that make dutiful rule-abiders uncomfortable. Oh well. If he got splashed with "happy" he surely won't melt.

So... why run home and blog about it??? It seems a little self-serving and defeating the purpose. But you just have to understand... how much this little thing I did has meant to ME. I call myself a generous person because I like to think I would give the shirt off my back to someone who needed it. And I often think of things I'd like to give to or do for others. Sometimes I come to the conclusion that I don't have the money or time, but often I just put it off. Always planning, never doing. How fitting that I got this fortune just the other day:

However, the main reason that I am so affected by all of this is because I have been the one in need. Not just financially, but in many other ways, as well. How often have I stood in a crowd with a brave smile on my face - or written a blog post about rainbows and sunshine - yet on the inside, I was just almost buckling under the weight of my burdens? How often has the pain deep inside been so excruciating that it was all I could do to hold back a flood of tears while at work, church, a birthday party or, yes, even sitting in a drive-thru line?

But not today! I just can't tell you the gratitude I felt today when I was able to reach out from a place of healing and peace and give to someone else, knowing I was ok. Knowing that weeping endured for the long, dark night - but morning came, full of so much joy that I even had some to spare. =)

Tapeworms 'n Such

I had some pretty lofty goals for spring break this week - catching up on housework, getting ahead on homework, and lots of sewing - but nature said no and gave me an evil cold instead that has me feeling just rotten.

Although the past few weeks have been real booty-kickers, overall school has been going well. Not saying I enjoy it (!) but it could be worse. My favorite class is Microbiology. I didn't think I'd like it because I knew we'd be learning about tapeworms, which creep me the freak out. (Did you know that each little segment of a tapeworm is a sac full of eggs??? Ew, ew, ewww!) But I find it extremely fascinating and worth the occasional heebie-jeebies.

I'm surprised that I've found as much time to sew as I have. No finishes to speak of, of course - I haven't actually finished anything in a long time=( But I'm getting there. This is a commissioned quilt that is making me severely nervous - what if she doesn't like it???

(I got the idea for the tortoises here. Too cute!)

 And my new flavor of the week, so to speak = scallops.

What's with all the wrinkles? It's not like I wad my WIPs up and toss them in a corner...

Actually, I do. *hangs head in shame*

A (Teensy) Bit Of Calm

Things are finally starting to calm down a bit around here after the holidays. I feel like I'm back to being myself again, which means catching up on Downton Abbey, a walk along the river with my husband, and even a bit of sewing.

But it probably won't last because I start back to school this week in pursuit of the ever-elusive nursing degree. Ah well:/

In Spite Of Me

Today, Christmas Eve, started out rough. It was raining, the boys were bored, and I fought an ugly battle with worthlessness... my old, familiar enemy that always seems to launch a surprise attack when it's time for me to step up and do something important. Today's task was to salvage what was left of this holiday season and make one last hail mary attempt at creating some Christmas magic for my family.

I seemed to fail at every turn. I slept late. I cried. The house was a mess. The trip with the boys to buy their daddy's gift was far removed from any Hallmark commercial I've ever seen. But in the end, it was they who brought the magic to me.

A jog at the park with my husband, after which he insisted on making his homemade jumbalaya.

My older son making sure that reading the Christmas story was on tomorrow's agenda, before opening gifts.

My younger son's beyond-precious letter to Santa letting him know that he'll be grateful for whatever he gets.

And my little sister's text telling me how much she loves and appreciates me.

How nice that Christmas came this year in spite of me, and without my help.

Zombies, Run! And so do I...

Apparently, the only thing that gets my booty into a good exercise routine is having a husband who is into one and shaming - I mean inspiring - me to tag along. And, as it turns out, the only thing that gets HIM up and moving is a hungry zombie horde hot on his heels.

No, the zombie apocolypse is not yet upon us (much to his dismay). But there is an iPhone app called Zombies, Run! that gets you in shape as you run errands and gather supplies for the compound, all while evading zombies who chase you at unexpected times. There are actually two apps - the training program to start getting you in shape, and then the actual game that turns you into a runner. We are doing the training program first. Not much story to go along with it, but still interesting enough to get you excited about the upcoming game. And trick you into thinking that you're "Runner #5" in the post-apocolyptic Abel Township where survival is your main objective, rather than the horribly unfit, if-I-had-to-actually-run-for-my-life-I-would-totally-die person that you really are.

Zombiesrungame.com. Cute and motivating husband not included.

Where Are You, Christmas?

I went to bed three hours ago in hopes of getting a good night's rest for an early start at the bakery tomorrow. But I was simply too upset. I'm filled with anxiety and panic. Not one to over-extend myself or allow a stressful lifestyle, I am just overwhelmed by things that seem to be beyond my control. I felt like I could just crawl out of my skin or run ten miles, barefoot and night-gowned.

Unable to sleep, I made myself some chamomile tea and am now sitting on the couch in the soft glow of our little Christmas tree. There is an owl hooting away outside in the most soothing tone. I am feeling much calmer.

I think this is the first time in my life I've ever wished that Christmas would just hurry up and be over. I adore Christmas, always have. But so far, the magic is just missing this year. And yes, I know it is supposed to come from within and all that. But I just feel too spent. I am a firm believer that we, for the most part, create our own happiness - and I have been hard at work doing so, with great results. But I am, and forever will be, my own worst enemy, sabatoging my best efforts like a boss. I am too embarrassed to admit on here what my biggest issue is, although if you know me well, then you know. And I am in bondage, my heart and soul imprisoned and enslaved inside my own body.

With every fiber of my being, I believe that God created me to need Him. I believe that He holds me in His everlasting arms and has freely given me the key to every lock that holds me captive. I believe that key is total dependancy on Him. I let go, He handles everything, I am free. It's so simple!

Right?

Then why am I still here, tied up and gagged on this stinking prison floor behind bars? I don't know. I beg God for understanding. I don't know how to properly and effectively use the key. And I am robbed of joy and peace this Christmas season.

And then I feel guilt for being so wrapped up in myself when little children are being murdered by madmen in Connecticut. How many of those parents - and countless others across the globe - would gladly trade my frustrations for their own devastating heartbreak???


Christmas Bells

I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet
The words repeat
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

And thought how, as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
Had rolled along
The unbroken song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

Till, ringing, singing on its way,
The world revolved from night to day,
A voice, a chime
A chant sublime
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

Then from each black accursed mouth
The cannon thundered in the South,
And with the sound
The carols drowned
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

It was as if an earthquake rent
The hearth-stones of a continent,
And made forlorn
The households born
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

And in despair I bowed my head;
"There is no peace on earth," I said;
"For hate is strong,
And mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!"

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
"God is not dead; nor doth he sleep!
The Wrong shall fail,
The Right prevail,
With peace on earth, good-will to men!"

-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, 1863

Thanksgiving 2012

I finally got the house in order for our guests. I didn't finish everything on my list - like getting the rest of the trim painted and finally putting the light switch plates back on, which have been off since we moved in in August. We just ran out of time because, frankly, I dragged my feet this week. Oh well. It was still a very nice Thanksgiving Day and now my house is clean enough to start decorating for Christmas.

Well, ok, I'm not gonna lie. I still haven't washed all the dishes or picked up after yesterday. I woke up this morning and my cold had gotten worse, my voice is completely gone. So I've been taking it easy in Dreamland. But as soon as I feel a bit better, I'll catch back up and then we'll be set to decorate:)

Although I want to be positive and discreet, I have no desire to sugar-coat my life on this blog. Yesterday was not perfect. There are a couple of very painful things going on that sort of loomed over our heads and threatened to steal my joy, as they do almost every day. I was thinking this morning about how the Holidays just get more and more difficult every year as life continues to throw things our way and bury us deeper and deeper in stress and grief. It seems that every year there is one more person missing, or one more person hurting, or one more thing to worry about. But I guess the key is to stay focused on the good and choose to be grateful for all the beauty, love, laughter, and blessings that are all around us. The negative things cannot be ignored, we are human and real life is hard. But I think the bad can at least be balanced out with the good if we choose it.

And, come on, how could one NOT smile all day with this fuzzy-headed little nephew to hold and squeeze and kiss?!

Did I Volunteer To Host Thanksgiving?

I believe I did. And this is a small glimpse of the mess that is my dining/office/sewing room.

T-minus 3.5 days. Not good.

Some of the mess on the table in the foreground is what I pulled out of my cabinet today in order to reorganize. But most of it is due to that work in progress I have going on in the background. Those star blocks will be a quilt for my little sister someday.

But now... back to work.

Um, Yeah...

Did NOT mean to take a seven month break from this blog:/ Shortly after my last post, my life took another drastic turn, but this time for the best:) To summarize, my husband and I are back together. And happier than ever before.

Aside from being extremely busy reintegrating our lives, setting up house again, and settling down, I've been without internet almost this entire time. But I finally decided I just couldn't wait anymore so I'm trying a post from my phone. Hope it turns out looking okay on your computer. Be back soon with some quilty pics and more melodrama, Mandy-style;)