Half Birthday Tidbits

My daughter testing positive for celiac disease is actually a relief. Ever since she came home from her first semester, she’s had this issue where she can’t keep a lot of things down. She had an unintentional weight loss of about 7 pounds. She doesn’t have 7 pounds to lose!  I was honestly scared that it could be something a lot worse. A lot of people live with celiac. It sucks, but it is what it is. 

Anna asked me if anyone on my side of the family has it. I said I don’t know, people in my family don’t talk about important things like what runs in our DNA.  Then I thought, let me text my cousin Raymond. He’s the son of my mom’s sister, and he’s always up in everyone’s business. This was the conversation. 

I guess you learn something new every day. I was laying down with Kevin and reading these messages out loud as they came in. Kevin likes to laugh at conspiracy theories. This might not be a “conspiracy theory”, I mean I just heard about it yesterday and have no idea, but the laughing was fun. Raymond’s next message was just telling me that King Arthur flour doesn’t have gluten, and I ended the conversation with a thumbs up. 

In other news. Whenever I’m not working I’m cutting up my 25 cent day finds into 6 and a half inch squares. It’s a therapeutic and relaxing activity. I do it sitting at the other end of the dining room table from Kevin while he’s gaming. 

The pants below are not going to be used in a denim chenille quilt, because they aren’t denim. They appear to be leather pants but aren’t. They are size 26, very long and wide. In the thrift store, I wondered if they were real leather. Whether they were or weren’t, the material would make great headbands. I looked in the waist for the tag, and the tag didn’t specify what they were made of. I threw them in the cart anyway, because 25 cents. 

Then while cutting them up, I found another tag in the leg. They’re faux leather, polyurethane outside and cotton lining. They’ll still make great headbands. 

Here’s Mitchell enjoying one bag of 25 cent jeans 

Here’s another pair in bright turquoise. I found a lot of colors this time. 

I also recently found out that a lot of knitters unravel sweaters for the yarn. There was a lady at 25 cent day with a cart full of sweaters, and I wondered if she was doing that. I didn’t ask, though. Some of the people push and shove on 25 cent day, so I don’t think many people are up for conversation. I cannot knit to save my life, but I imagine unraveling sweaters is as soothing as cutting squares. 

I posted this picture that day on instagram with the caption “it’s 25 cent day again!”  One of my friends, who has 8 kids and a grandbaby, was commenting all kinds of stuff about how she wished she had this place near her. I replied that on Wednesdays, people run in like it’s the supermarket sweep. She said, I bet. 

Today is also January 17th, which makes it my half birthday. A half birthday is the six month mark from your actual birthday. Since my birthday is July 17, then my half birthday is January 17, 6 months before and after, “halfway”.  I’m 47 years old.  So this makes me “3/4 of the way through my 40’s.”  Most people don’t analyze stuff like that, but I do. 

I think the rest of my life is going to be positive. I have some things to work out, but for the most part, life is a lot better than it was when I was young. I’m grateful for whatever time I have left, which I’m honestly starting to think is more time than I realize. 

 

Celiac Disease

 

My 18 year old daughter was diagnosed with celiac disease. She has been throwing up after meals and sometimes spacing out. Her pediatrician is referring her to an adult gastroenterologist to further confirm it. I wondered why it took until age 18 to manifest. She didn’t have these problems when she was a kid. Basically, it’s an autoimmune disease and was dormant her whole life until something triggered it recently. The trigger can be any number of things. One thing I found online is that kids with dormant celiac disease get frequent headaches, and she did. She’ll be ok, just has to eat a gluten free diet. I grocery shopped this afternoon and picked up these things. She’s packing up to go back to school at Texas State University and asked me to leave these things at my house for when she comes over. I’m just so glad she’s going to be ok. 

Shelving Unit

I got this idea from the Mormons. Buy big industrial size cans for an emergency food supply, and use them to hold up extra shelves you may have lying around. Or, you can purchase shelves that are freestanding for this project. No adhesive is needed. In fact, don’t use adhesive, because then you can’t access the cans of food if you are in an emergency or just trying to rotate them properly in the future. 

When I lived in my old-old apartment on Beamer Rd, when it was just me and my daughter from ages 3-12, I had one of these. I didn’t keep it in the kitchen, though. It was in the “foyer” area of the apartment. I had removed the commercial labels and put a small piece of tape on the top telling me what was in the cans. This way, it had a more uniform look to it. On that shelving unit, I put office supplies, mail, figurines on the bottom, and other random things. During my time there, I rotated it a couple of times. I did use it as an emergency food stash during hurricane Harvey in 2017. Aside from various types of beans and fruit, I had large cans of chef boyardee canned pasta meals. 

I didn’t get those for this one, because Kevin is a vegetarian, and Anna and I no longer really eat those. As you can probably see, I got peaches and pineapples for the bottom. There are cans of black beans behind the pinto beans. The other cans are all green beans. I guess if there’s a hurricane, we are going to have a lot of beans. There is a better selection of large cans in Arizona.  This is because Mormons are preppers. I don’t blame them. I’m a little bit of a prepper, too. I’ve lived in Texas for 23 and a half years now, and in that time there have been three major disasters, NOT including the Covid lockdown, where everything was closed and there was no electricity. Two hurricanes, and the big freeze. 

I also like this shelving idea. 

 

Happy Sunday

I deleted the post about almost being recruited into a scam. That was so interesting. I deleted it, because I did call them out my name and they have my home address. I want to undelete it, but can’t figure out how. It’s ok 👌🏼. 

One of my friends went to a baby shower. This is a diaper cake. It’s made from diapers. The diapers are held together with little rubber bands. I made one for a coworker about ten years ago, and it leaned, like the tower of Pisa. My mom semi fixed it with curling ribbon. I’m not sure what went wrong or what she did. I want to make one for a friend’s upcoming shower, but she doesn’t know the sex of the baby and won’t until birth. That’s ok, the color scheme can be green then. Hopefully this one won’t be the tower of Pisa. The problem is the cost of diapers nowadays. How on earth do they expect the birth rate to go up when they price gouge the he'll out of baby items?!?!  I still want to do it though!

With the jeans I got from 25 cent day, I want to make skirts like this. That’s because I have to cut off the waist in order to make quilting squares from the legs. Why throw the waists away?  I would wear something like this, so would my daughter. They’re cute. 

Our baby Jordan got his big boy surgery ✂️ 

He is such a good boy. So cuddly and friendly, but he does attack feet in the middle of the night and uses claws. Not sure how to break him of that. 

I had a very vivid dream last night of the Greek goddess Artemis. This dream was so real and vivid, that I was disoriented when I woke up. In the dream, she was definitely Artemis, but instead of being of Greek ancestry, she was indigenous American. She had long hair in dreadlocks as well. That was weird. In the dream, she somehow needed me and I needed her, but she was beyond reach. If I spoke to her, she couldn’t hear me. She was also speaking to me, and I couldn’t hear her. Finally after a long while, I was right next to her, and she sort of roughed me up by my shoulders (not violently, just to get my attention) and told me that I didn’t realize how much ability I had. She was semi pissed off, but mostly benevolent towards me. She had a bow and arrow with her in the dream, but it was broken and unusable. She walked away, leaving it behind and I woke up. 

I asked ChatGPT to make this image of her as I saw her in my dream. It’s not quite accurate. In my dream she wasn’t that “glamorous looking”. 

Lastly, while scrolling TikTok, I found this beautiful dance

Somehow, I have ended up on Apostolic Pentecostal TikTok. I’m not Apostolic Pentecostal, but I do have a cousin’s wife that is. They do that dancing in church, and I love it. The lady holding fabric that looks like fire is such a beautiful touch. She’s talented. Here is the song she’s dancing to. 

 

More on Sewing

Google is doing some BS to where I have to do something with a QR code in order to log in to comment anywhere. That’s why I haven’t been commenting on anyone’s blog. I guess I could do it anonymously, but gahhhh. I would respond to this in the usual way, but of course I can’t. So here goes. 

Back in late 2013, I had an EIN number for something I wanted to do. Then I started getting panic attacks in January of 2014, and all hopes and dreams fell to the wayside. I don’t know if EIN’s are for life or if I’d have to get a new one, but that wouldn’t be a problem. I know I’d have to insure myself. I don’t know how, because I just never learned how to start a business. I did order a book on all of this, and it’s on the way.  Sewing lessons would be either in my home or theirs, wherever they feel comfortable.  

Something you may not know about me: When I was growing up, there was this huge narrative that not only would no one ever hire me, but no one would ever patronize any business I started or buy any product I sold. No one would ever marry me, date me, sleep with me, so forget having a family, and no one would ever sell me a house or rent me an apartment.  Sometimes I wonder what they thought would come of me by now.  Sounds impossible- what would someone actually do with their life if that narrative was true?  

Because of this, there are a lot of basics about life I do not know.  I’m sure I can find out what I need by calling progressive.  If they can’t help me, they can refer me, and I can shop around.  

I think there’s a demand for this with homeschoolers, and homeschool co-ops. There are a lot of them around here.  We’ll see!  It’s just something I want to toy around with, and decide later.  

I had the chance to go to my favorite thrift store today- on Wednesday mornings, they have 25 cent day  where everything is 25 cents!  I usually only buy denim items for the denim chenille quilts, but today I actually found a formal gown!  They never have formal gowns on 25 cent day.  If my daughter doesn’t wear this somewhere, I can do something with it.  I haven’t found any flaws, but I can always fix whatever is wrong and try to resell it.  

I also wanted to show this off- it’s all the buttons I cut off of items from 25 cent day. I have another zip lock full somewhere. So, another thing I want to learn besides EIN numbers and things like that is button art. 

I have so many buttons. Can’t throw them away!

 

Feedback Wanted

 I have a question. What would you think if I started my own business teaching kids how to sew?  I’ve had this idea for a while now.  I’ve already written three curriculums for different ages. Feedback appreciated. 

Mornin and Evening Routine Pages

I decided to show the morning and evening routine checklist pages for my bullet journal. I can’t really show other pages, because they show account numbers and things like that. My morning routine states as follows:

Shower OR sink bath OR night before. 

Brush

Floss 

Deodorant

Lotion 

Dressed 

Hair

Makeup 

Dishes

Wipe sink

Trash 

Scoop litter

Feed cats 

Sweep 

Put dry laundry away

Pilates

Take medication 

Fill lunch kit

I always do the dishes and wipe the sink, and Kevin is the one who always feeds the cats and scoops their liter. The other stuff is half me and half him. I put it on the list just to “make sure”. If he does it, it gets checked off. Sometimes I forget to put on makeup or floss. Of course I never forget to get dressed. It’s just part of having ADHD and always having been taught that I can’t succeed. Stuff gets ignored because there’s a “what’s the point” attitude about it. 

I made one evening routine for at home and one for motel rooms, because we travel for work a lot. 

Evening routine at home:

Maybe shower 

Floss

Brush with a “wisp” Colgate disposable brush 

Clean face

Read 30 minutes 

Write 30 minutes 

Pilates

Finish step count

Feed cats at 5:00 pm. 

I have not been doing my 30 minutes of writing like I used to!  And I have not read for fun in literally years. Not since before I quit the museum to finish school. 

Evening routine for a motel:

Take a bath with epsom salts

Shave legs 

Clip nails

Make sure cats get fed at home (so, check in with my mother in law)

Arrange bags (designate a dirty clothes pile, put sundries out, and put clean clothes on provided hangers)

Reading OR writing 

Pilates OR finish step count (because sleeping in a motel usually means a long day. 

Next up is my books I want to read list. I also want to add that to the index.