I’ve got the sewing bug again. My friend and I did some stuff the other night and she made Ellie a dress. It turned out pretty nice and I really want to start sewing again.

I was putting some snaps on diapers we were making and now my snapping muscle is sore. If you don’t know what a snapping muscle is it’s a muscle in your upper arm it’s on the inside of your arm near your arm pit running down to your elbow. If you apply more than 20 snaps to a home made diaper your rarely used snapping muscle will be sore in the morning! I guarentee this.

My head is all full of clothing ideas for Ellie. I can’t wait to buy some material!

I have ants in my kitchen. I wouldn’t mind them so much, I mean they are picking shit off the ground and taking it out for me and who around here is going to do that if it’s not the ants?

So that part is awesome, but besides that they are bitches. They bite the crap out of my feet and hands! The little pissers hate it when you spray them with raid, that’s for sure. Seriously they won’t go away! It’s been a good month and they will not die! No matter how many I kill, I swear I must have sprayed the crap out of 10,000 of those buggers. But they keep coming in every night and for what??? I have nothing on my floor! They like to pretend though. They gather around an invisible spot and pretend there’s sugar there or something. They are just coming in for the free air conditioning I know it.

So tonight I put down ant bait and they went straight for it! I am complete ecstatic watching them run into that house and eat up the poison! I see them coming out with big chunks of it to take home and it makes me giggle! Die die die!! One might think I was being a little dramatic but one might want to have a sea of ants on their floor every day for a month circling around absolutely NOTHING! So one might also want to shut their mouth before one gets it punched. I could understand if I had food and crap all over the place but there isn’t!  I don’t deserve the little pests at all and I will giggle until that whole little death trap is empty.

So ya ants… and project runway is back! That makes me happy. Ants=bad. Project Runway= good. I watched the first episode tonight, I think it will be a good season. I’m off to watch more ants die!

Well for clothes at least. Anything else out there is certainly buyable. I’m good at spending money. If you ever need me to spend some for you I readily volunteer.

I can walk into a store and in 10 minutes find 20 things I want to wear. But I can’t pick out ANYTHING online. If I can’t see it in person I don’t actually understand how it looks.

Bieng sick is the best and worst thing ever. I feel like I have an excuse to sit on my but and complain. Which honestly is about my most favorite thing in the world. Who doesn’t want to be a big whiney baby for a day, when no one can do anything about it or be mean to you because “you’re sick”.

Roll your eyes all you want but you will go get me a 7-up and box of tissues! Oh the house is trached? That sucks, too bad I was too sick to pick anything up. Grocery shopping? No, no I don’t think so I need to lay here on the couch and watch old episodes of Friends, thank you.

But it also sucks monkey balls because every other breath I take makes me wheeze and cough, which makes me gag, which makes me barf, which makes me pee. Ah yes the lovely bladder control issues I’m experiencing at the moment. And I can’t stand up or do anything without feeling completely exhausted and useless.

Really it’s not my fault that I lay there and cry at people. I can’t help it. I need sick days too.