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    Nodding off

    May 7, 2009

    You know the day is going to be long and ugly when you’re so tired but can’t take a nap and don’t dare to stop moving because you’ll fall asleep on the spot wherever you hesitate longer than 5 seconds. On days like this, even a straight IV of Mountain Dew wouldn’t take the exhausted edge off. Only 10 more hours (+/- 2 hours) until bedtime. Not that I’m counting or anything.

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    I know, right?!!

    April 1, 2009

    It’s like a ghost town around here anymore. I’ve just been busy with about six million, give or take a million or two depending on the day, different things. You know, like vacuuming every hour on the hour because Spring has sort of graced us with Her presence in the form of mud/dirt clods all over the hardwood. Keeping the dirt clods mostly off the floors helps me to keep my sanity and really, I need all the help I can get in that department.

    On an unrelated note, why can I never remember how to spell vacuuming correctly? I always want to spell it v-a-c-c-u-m-i-n-g instead of the correct v-a-c-u-u-m-i-n-g. Another totally random, yet related fact? Every time I have to spell vacuum (or some form/tense/etc of vacuum), I totally have a mental field trip back to sixth grade (What up, Mrs. Ready) and a particular spelling test that contained the word ‘vacuum’ that I managed to pass with flying colors. Huh, I guess the thrill of spelling it correctly has not stayed with me all these years later.

    Moving on…

    Yeah, so I need to write more over here more often. It seems like the only time that I have to sit down and write a cohesive post happens after Owen is in bed for the night and usually I have other client/school/anything but computer related things that I need to be doing during that time. I’ve even toyed with the idea of turning it into more of a photo blog–just so that I can have a record of all the things that I do accomplish (like this week, I’m sewing a duvet cover and fitted sheet for Owen as a bribe to sleep in his own bed ALL NIGHT LONG). I dunno–I don’t feel like I want to close shop here just yet, but I’m having a hard time acheiving some sort of balance in my life that would allow me to write more.

    I am trying to revive Mommy Needs A Review again, so I have been posting over there at least once a week for the last couple of weeks. If you have something that you think would benefit from a review (it doesn’t even have to be an ‘item’ per se–services that would benefit Moms/Families/Kids are great too), please, feel free to drop me a line at trena ‘at’ trenabdesigns ‘dot’ com (you know how to fix the address, right?!!!).

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    So I’ve been a little busy…

    December 13, 2008

    Let’s just say that 2.5 years (as in how old Owen will be come January 19th) is running me ragged most days. 2.5 is funny, entertaining and extremely trying all in one highly energetic and loving bundle.

    Never fear though, I have been taking time out to keep myself amused. I finally caved and opened my own Etsy shop–you can visit here if you are so inclined:Jumping Bean Designs. Sewing is (for the most part) very relaxing and enjoyable for me and as an added bonus, Owen will tolerate me sitting at the sewing machine while he plays nearby, unlike his intense and immediate need to drag me away the moment I sit down in front of the computer. Plus I let him cut all my threads with a very sharp pair of scissors, so that could be definitely be a plus for his feelings toward the sewing machine.

    Hope all is well with you and yours this time of year and although the economy might currently suck (and getting worse by the day), may you be blessed to have life continue on pretty much as usual.