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.

I mean, if you received this in an email account that you don’t even use to access your Paypal account, you’d totally believe that it’s authentic, right?

PS: Phishers? You may want to take another look at your spelling of ‘there’. Just sayin’.

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I don’t know if it’s the heat or what, but I am seriously suffering from a case of massive mental block in pretty much every facet of my life. From simple queries, like “What should we have for dinner?” to something a little more complicated like “Hmmm…I want to make a custom theme for this here blog of mine. What should I make it look like?” reduces me to a drooling vacant-eyed goon that is pretty much capable of getting about as far as “Uh……………um……………..well…………”. Internet, this is totally not helping my productivity over here. We’ve either eaten dinner out or had grilled cheese sandwiches more times than I’ll admit this last week because I just couldn’t think of anything to make (and this is with a full fridge and cupboards as well. SHOULD NOT BE THIS DIFFICULT). We won’t even speak of the sweater for Owen that I have now had to start three (3!) different times because each time, I’ve somehow messed it up. This is on 8 rows of 2×2 ribbing Internet–NOT HARD STUFF.

Luckily, I’m still able to keep it fairly together for clients, but I’m trying not to panic that when my current site finishes up sometime next week, um, there’s currently nothing new on the horizon. It would probably help tremendously to grab new business if my site was finally finished, but about 3/4 of the way through the current re-design, I got tired of trying to convince myself that really, I’d totally love it once I was finished and want to scrap it and start all over. However, see above paragraph (uh……um……….you get the picture). In fact, I should be coding right now as I type this–but I’m opting for finishing this post and getting to bed early in the hopes that tomorrow will be a more enthusiastic day for the old grey matter upstairs.

Not that it looks like it will happen anytime in the near future (hello stupid girlyparts that can’t seem to get their crap together–I SEE YOU), but I really fear for being pregnant in the future and suffering from pregnant brain, since things are going so stunningly well with only myself and Owen on a daily basis.

Send (mental) help. My (deeply comatose) logical/rational/thinking brain lobe thanks you.