Finishing stuff

Here's some pics of some of the stuff I started.

This one is the one I started a billion years ago that I received with not enough binding.


This one I sewed together a few days ago. I don't have any stuffing for it, so I'm stuck until I get to the store.


And this one I'm about to sew the binding together to finish it.


I really want to start on the baby's quilt, but I think the rent takes precedent, right?

Birthday surprises and productivity

My favourite birthday present this year was my sewing machine! I've been waiting all week long to finally use it, and today was the day. I'm finishing up what few quilting products I'd started before I had stuff like college and then a job to cloud my days. One was a mini quilt from....before 12th grade, I can tell you that! I was missing a piece for the edging, but found some suitable stuff in my parent's attic. With the arrival of the sewing machine, and the pending arrival of Bobbie Jo, I've got my sights fixed on making a quilt before said baby is born. I found a pattern called 'crumbs' today. Let me go see if I can find a pick online (my picture taking has gone on strike)...here's crumbs. I guess I have to wait until we find out what type we're having for me to buy the fabric and start cutting. I'm not to big on the diagonal layout, so if any of you, my thousands many few readers, have any baby quilt ideas send them my way. I hate applique, and curves, but I'm up to the challenge of a harder level thing.

On the Baby front, 7 weeks tomorrow and still not active morning sickness. Just the nausea that shows up every now and then, more at night it seems. And after eating. I was going to get some ginger ale, but I forgot. My favourite, orange juice, gives me heartburn :( I still haven't gained any weight.

That's about it.

An Attempt

to win something for once in my life time. I never do, never. But I'm blogging about Glow Mama that perchance I might once win something.

Bobbie Jo is wrecking havoc on my stomach today. I don't really feel like eating, even though I know I need to. But when I do I still feel bad. It's a lose lose. One bright note, I haven't thrown up yet :)

Corrections and Explenations

I basically scribbled that last post and ran out the door to dinner. I do know how to spell finally, and we aren't NAMING the baby Bobby Jo, it's just our little label for it now.

My mom's reaction was interesting to me. I changed into a different cooler shirt than the heavy sweater I had on, cause the weather had warmed up. I said, hey mom, do you like my shirt? She turned around, read the "bun in the oven" phrase across is and for like 2 minutes just stared open mouthed at me. I was worried she wasn't excited. I was wrong, cause she shrieked like a banshee. All my sisters were like, I knew it! How may I ask???

My dad was on the phone with my brother, The Officer, and was like I have to go. After he comprehended it, he called The Officer back and said "Your sister is pregnant!"

In the times following dinner, I proceeded to call various family members to tell them.

Marine brother was funny. I told him, and he replied back, Happy Birthday, and good (I think he was searching for congratulations) on your {pause} accomplishment!

There you have it.

Finaly!

So I can blog about it, since I told my family.

I'm preggers!!

*big grin*

I haven't been blogging cause I know I'd say something about it and I didn't want it to leak to my families before I told them.

I'm due in Julyish, the 13th if I can count right. We're calling it Bobby Joe, or Bobbie Jo, which ever the feeling is.

Random information

So, gasoline is quickly becoming the cheapest staple of an American family these days. I have a picture of it's price taken from a gas station that is right out side of our apartment complex. MCM and I have been monitoring it, watching the number change almost daily. Today, it read $2.09 for the regular unleaded. I know someone mentioned on their blog that it's under two dollars somewhere. Who was it that predicting gas to be 5 bucks a pop soon...?

MCM and I went to an "American Heritage Band Concert and Dinner" put on by the school associated with out church. It was overall ok. One of the songs they played was the Armed Forces thingy. And usually, the band director says if you've been in once of these services (and so forth). Tonight, I think the director got a little excited about it. He went on, after saying please stand if you've been in one of these services, to say if you have a spouse, if you have parents, if you have siblings, if you even have grandparents (and so forth). What was I to do?? I have a grandfather who was in the Navy, a brother who's in the Marines, and a brother-in-law who's in the Army. I guess I was going to be playing popcorn during the song. So I stood for the Marines, and I sat back down. I thought about standing for ArmyBoy, but then decided that MCM could. Well, he didn't. And it was halfway through. I certainly wasn't going to stand late, because they were going to look at me and think, what did she start day dreaming already? But I popped back up for the Navy. I think my legs got a work out tonight. I can skip the gym right??

I'm headed to work this weekend and I wish I had a podometer to show you how many steps I take all day long. And I wouldn't even use it on the trek to and from my car. See, background info, the hospital is building a new tower dedicated soley towards orthopedics. Therefore, they've doomed the whole visitors' parking area on that side of the hospital, pushing the visitors' spots to meld with employees' spots. There is one row that no one knows for sure if it's visitor parking or employee parking (I avoid it, just in case). But that all means that we employees have to park in East Bulgaria. We even have to have stickers to ensure cooperation. Needless to say, we pretty much start our shift winded from the trek over.

After almost a year of talking about it, we've finally bought a bed frame :D I was feeling particulary blue one evening and MCM decided not to surprise me with it later, but throw it at me that night. He's like "I bought a bed" and my thoughts were just a mess of "we already have a bed" and "did we have money for that" and "you what!?" He was just planning on picking it up when I was at my class (which I forgot to go to *oops* ) and all. It's dark wood...and...nice.

That is what's been going on over here.

Funky stuff

Friday night, MCM and I went on a date to VA Beach...an overnight date *wink wink* But anyways, we filled the gas tank up and paid 2.39 a gallon. When we got back home and passed a gas station, I had to do a double take. The same gas station had gas for 2.25. What the?! A few days before that, Thursday or Wednesday, I filled up our Nissan and paid 2.4something (I think, but my memory's getting hazy). If the gas prices keep plummeting, in no time at all it'll be about a buck-fifty. But get this, a few roads over, it's still up at 2.49ish. It's short, but, hey, it's a post!