Why is it that before sewing was what you did if you could not afford to buy your clothes? It worked out cheaper. Now you need to have money to sew. Seems like it has gone from something you did out of necessity to something you do for a expensive hobby.
Before you even begin to look at material, which is not cheap, you need to buy a sewing machine – holy crap! You can buy a lap top cheaper – in fact my first car was cheaper! And I was not even looking at the top of the range, more like middle to bottom.
I have been lucky enough to use my mom’s old sewing machine but figured if I am going to be sewing this much I really should get my own. So today when I took it in for a service I asked for quotes. Lets put it this way – my mom is not going to be getting her machine back for a quite a while.
What I have decided I am going to try and do is put the money I get from selling my Whachumacallits into a “Sewing Machine Fund” it was supposed to be my “I’m going ½ day Fund” but looks like that is going to have to wait.
Is it wrong to take a perverse pleasure in doing something that you know somebody else is going to hate????
The company I work for is growing quickly and they now need to put more controls and procedures in place. That has been left to me. Thankfully I love rules and regulations. I like procedures and things must be done right. For example, I have never had a parking ticket, I would just NEVER park somewhere where I am not supposed to and I get stressed when I see people doing it. If there is a sign that says to stand behind the line then I will stand behind the line. I know that not all people are like that, in fact, I know that people like that are few and far between.
So you can imagine that when I was asked to draw up checklists, put procedures in place and set up controls I was a happy girl. Especially when I realised that the person who will be most affected by my controls is the person who will resist them
the most. And this person is also the one that said something that I had not comeback to a few weeks ago. So a perverse pleasure….. I had no comeback to his rudeness a few weeks ago, but now….hee hee hee! Every little checkbox I create on my lists brings smile to my face.
Wow, that was fun and tough and beautiful and tough! I am aching in places I did not really know I had places.
I think the race was only about 10km but was about 95% on hiking trails. It took me 1hour31, the slowest I have ever done 10km. It was really beautiful, although some of the hills were so steep in places that I went down them on my bottom, but then I am really bad at down hills. I did realise at the time that what goes down must go up and wow, it had me clinging to branches of trees praying they were stingy and wishing I had my hiking poles with me. But thankfully there was only one section like that. The rest was a bit more undulating.
It was run at a private school, Woodridge, just outside Port Elizabeth that has the most amazing campus. I was so happy just to be doing something again. And I did not come last!!!!
It would be nice if there were more trail runs done in our area, I really enjoyed it. There is another one in 2 weeks time in the same area, but they said it is going to be tougher….. Yikes, I think I might be busy that day.
I am really excited for this weekend. On Sunday I am going to do my first race (without a pram) in over a year. And it is a trail run – can’t wait!!! I have a feeling that I am going to be rather sore come Monday though. I would never have thought I would have missed that feeling – but bring it on!!!
My German Shepherd is turning into a very good guard dog. He has become very protective of me. He always has been a bit but seems to be getting more so lately.
I could never take him to the vet or any place like that because he protects me if anyone comes close, he is fine if Mr OL takes him though. Even when he was a puppy he did not like it if somebody – like our gardener came close to me. However this week he has taken it to new levels. We have had some people working in our back garden paving – yes, we have finally given up on grass – the dogs have just run tracks in it. Well back to the workers, they have been there all week and the dogs have been fine, until this morning. I walked outside to talk to the workers to tell them to stop ringing my doorbell a million times a day. Duke went mad, barking and going for them. He didn’t bite them, but did let them know that he was not happy. As soon as I walked back inside he stopped and sat down as if nothing was wrong. A few minutes later I thought I would try again and he did it again. I just stepped out the back door and he would go for them, I would step back inside and he would stop. It was actually quite funny – well, from my point of view it was. He does stop if I tell him to, but seeing as they have been ringing my doorbell and waking the baby all day for the past week I thought I would let them stew a bit. Also I am not adverse to people knowing we have a vicious dog on the premises. I had a gardener working here over the weekend and it was actually Daisy that decided to tell him she was also a guard dog, and when she starts then Duke starts, but as soon as I told them to stop they did. I needed to actually speak to him during the day so could not have them attacking him every time I wanted to tell him to do something.
So would you be upset if your dogs were this protective of you, or would you be quite happy? Obviously if they did not stop when I told them to I would be very upset about it, but seeing as they stand down when told I am actually rather pleased.
I have not even been back at work two weeks and I seem to have run out of blogging mojo….. I suppose the only things I am doing at present is going to work and then rushing home so the nanny can get her bus in time. I don’t even have time to stop for some groceries or anything.
I am going to have to start blogging about stuff I see in traffic – NOT – but seems to be the only time I am out. I think I need to do something about that.
I am hoping that when Baby OL settles into a bit more of a morning routine (and it is lighter) that I can run again before work. Some days (if it were light) I could do it. Like this morning, she woke up at 5am, I fed her and she went straight back to sleep. Unfortunately there are also days like yesterday (and I say unfortunately solely in regards to running and not the fact that she slept late) when she woke up at 6:30am.
Back to her sleep patterns. She has always been very good, and slept through (12 hours) for the first time at 9 weeks and then did it for about 65% of the time. However at about 14 weeks she started waking 2 – 3 times again. Thankfully this week she has gone back to pretty much sleeping 12 hours or close to it again. However, between Mr OL, the cats and the dogs they seem to be conspiring to keeping me awake. Hmmm, maybe I should also put them all on sleep training???
You know when somebody says something and the more you think about it the more it bugs you!!! Well I have that problem at the moment.
Yesterday somebody said something to me and I was a bit annoyed at the time but said nothing. As time has gone on I keep thinking of replies I should have said and it is bugging the $%$@# out of me!
There is nothing I can do about it, and even if I found the right reply I would not say it. Too late and no point! So I suppose the only thing to do is get over it. Hmph!!!! Sometimes you just want to be pissed off for a while.
In a more positive light – I have one VERY happy husband!!!! He has managed to secure World Cup Final tickets for himself and a friend. He has been to every game in PE and has been trying from the very first release of tickets to get final tickets. Finally he has managed.
OK, I think I need to admit that I have a problem. It might even be bordering on an addiction… Its really bad!
I am stuck on fabrics at the moment!!!! A fabric fascination.
I have always had a thing for paper, even collected it when I was little, in fact I still do. I have a cupboard full of different paper, note pads and sketch books. This is worse though, and takes up more space!!!!
Technology is not helping, in fact it may be hindering my recovering. I see all these gorgeous things that people are making and ahhhh, swoon, the fabrics they are using and I want to rush to the nearest fabric shop. Luckily or unluckily most of the fabrics are not found in PE, or if they are please don’t tell me!!!!
At least I am putting some of the fabric I have bought on my credit card collect to good use. I am making a patchwork playmate for Baby OL – yes, ok, it is not as if she needs another one but I just could not help myself, and anyway, I made the last one before I knew we were having a girl…..
I went into labour on my due date, so this birth story is the only thing that was overdue!!!!
I had planned on working right up until I went into labour, and I pretty much did. It could not have gotten any closer.
On Thursday the 18th at about 16:15, whilst still at work, I just had a feeling that I was going to go into labor that night. I was not sure why, yes, I know it was my due date but I just had a feeling. I emailed my sister from work and told her I was going to have the baby that night. Funny, because when I got back to work this week, there was a reply from her. When I got home I told Mr. OL that I we were going to have a baby that night. He would not believe me!
Just before 10pm I went to bed still insisting that we were going to have the baby that night. I was not having contractions or anything, it was just a feeling. I got up a few times, going to the toilet and was beginning to think perhaps my water had broken, but decided it had not, that I was being stupid and got back into bed. This happened about 3 times. The last time Mr OL had come to bed and he was getting fed up because I turned on the lights. I thought to myself perhaps I should put a towel or linen saver on the bed – just incase. Then laughed, I was being totally stupid. I mean, there were no signs that I was going into labour and the doctor had said the baby would probably on come the following week. I got back into bed and about 2 minutes later I heard a pop and it felt as if somebody threw a bucket of water over me! I should have put that towel on the bed. I turned to Mr OL and told him my water had just broken, there was NO DOUBT!!!! I was soaked. He replied “What am I supposed to do about it?” Take me to hospital dammit!!!! I phoned the labour ward to make sure that we should go in. They said yes, so we did, it was 22:15!!! On the way there I sms’d my mom and then my sister who phoned me right back. As I was talking to her I had my first contraction – nothing hectic but I knew what it was. The second one came as we got to the hospital. After that they just kept coming but there was no rhythm! They hooked me up to monitors to time them but they were pretty erratic. I was not dilated or anything.
The midwife came and checked on me pretty regularly and within an hour I was 3 cm dilated and the contractions were still very erratic but coming often and strong. By this stage I had already started throwing up. She said I was going very fast, so she moved us from the labour wards to the delivery rooms and she called the anesthetist. He arrived close to 1am. THANK HEAVENS!!! Why people do that with out an epidural is beyond me!
I must admit that it is a weird feeling, I could move my feet and toes but that was it! I could not bend my legs or feel any pain. I also got really cold, they put a couple of blankets on me and a hot water bottle. I was still shaking and did not get any sleep. Mr OL dozed on and off in the Lazy Boy chair in the corner. I was still hooked up to monitors and could see the contractions and the babies heart beat. My blood pressure was also taken every 10 minutes, but it stayed at about 110/70 (as it has been through most of my pregnancy and before). The lowest it got was 90/50 at one stage but went back up again. The baby’s heartbeat also dropped at one stage, but they put a load buzzer on my tummy and “woke it up”.
At about 5am the midwife told me to start pushing, she also said that I must have the baby before 7 am as her shift ends and she wanted to meet it. I replied that I had better have this baby before 6am as I did not want to be pushing for two hours.
They turn the epidural down, but it is still a very weird sensation. Some of the movement came back to my legs but I could still not feel them. I could also not tell if I was pushing or not. I mean, was I just huffing and puffing and scrunching up my face or was I actually pushing where I was supposed to be pushing? In between the throwing up I kept asking the midwife, “are you sure I am pushing right?” Apparently I was. After about 45 minutes she said that the baby keeps getting to certain point and then when I stop pushing it slides back again, she called the doctor who arrived shortly. I pushed a couple more times when he told me to stop and they were going to use forceps to get it out. Fine, what ever is best. I think the doctor was there for nearly 15 – 20 minutes at the maximum. The midwife was fantastic and she basically does all the work. He is just there for the glory – when the baby is actually born which was at 5:53 am. I then started throwing up again. The midwife had said it might happen. In fact she was spot on. She had said at the beginning when I was throwing up that I would probably throw up again when pushing and then whent he baby was born. One thing – I now don’t eat pinapple flavoured Super C’s anymore!
I was really worried about holding a newborn. I had not held one before and have always shied away from holding babies. But it was as every body kept telling me. When it is your own it is different. As soon as she was born they put her on my chest, all slimy and slippery and everything and I was not worried. Odd, as I always thought I would be worried I would drop her. I only kept asking, is it a girl. They took her a way for a few minutes and put her on a table under lights to keep her warm. I was so worried that she would fall of, not sure what I was expecting, that she would roll or something. LOL – at 4 months she has still not learnt to roll (although is getting close). Anyway, they put her back on my chest and she started to feed.
I can’t say I had that rush of love feeling, more like a “oh wow, this is a baby feeling”. I just felt calm. My mom arrived shortly after she was born and stayed with me for a while (all day). They asked me if I would mind if I kept the baby with me for a while longer as they had a sudden rush in the labour ward and there were no nurses to take her to the nursery to get weighed or anything – would I mind, NO. Odd question. Any, I stayed in the labour ward for a couple of hours while they helped other woman. I guess my only compliant about that was that she was suckling the whole time on one boob and that led to me getting a cracked nipple, which took about 6 weeks to heal and ended up bleeding and being FLIPPEN sore!!!!!!! It was nice to be able to spend that time with her though. At about 9 am they said I could go for a shower and they took Baby OL to the nursery to get weighed and stuff. Mr OL went with her, while my mom stayed with me. After showering I went to the ward, where I had a room to myself. Not a private room, just nobody else in it. It remained like that for both nights. After a couple of hours Mr and Baby OL came to the ward. I could not believe that I had just had a baby. In fact I still battle to realise that I am now a MOMMY and have a daughter. It is such a weird feeling.
So I guess that is the birth story! Just the cracked and bleeding nipple thing is NO joke. I have never felt pain like that. I have never sworn so much in my entire life! It is a pain that goes right through your entire body. OWWWWWW And to know that you are going to feel that every time she feeds which was every 3 hours. But I persevered and am glad I did.
Also she is a very contented and quiet little baby, she hardly ever cries and when she does it is because she is tired or hungry – usually tired. She sleeps quiet a bit. I am very happy as I am not sure I could have coped with a child that cries a lot. Here is my favourite picture of her and I, taken when she was 5 weeks old.
There are some things I never thought I would do – and getting my boobs out at work was one of those things…I mean, not even in my younger, get drunk at office party days did I do that. In fact I did not get them out in public EVER! Not even on topless beaches. I am a very conservative girl as far as that goes.
So, I swore I would NOT be one of those woman that breastfed in public. I was not sure what I would do if my child was hungry but whipping them out was not on the agenda. I stated this loudly… and frequently. I think that was the first on my list of “things I said I would never do before I had kids” to bite the dust!
Well, back to getting my baps out at work – I am going to try and continue breastfeeding Baby OL exclusively until she is 6 months old. And that means that I need to express at work. Hummm awkward! Luckily our business has two floor, but only one of those is occupied so I can go to the second floor and sit in an empty office – or as I have been doing this week – in the board room. It just feels WEIRD sitting in the boardroom boobs out and all. But, I have turned one of the chairs to face the window, open the blinds and sit in the sun, quite pleasant actually. Thankfully there are no tall buildings in the vicinity or somebody in one of the adjacent offices might get quite an eyeful. Actually our IT guy nearly got an eyeful yesterday. He walked into the boardroom. Yikes, luckily I put a chair in front of the door and was facing the window. He was still rather embarrassed. I now put a Do NOT ENTER sign on the door.