Motherly cats

So last night I was at quilting, and I was talking to Jana, and she asked me if Lizzie was protective of my pregnant belly. At first I'm thinking, no, she doesn't care. Then I realized that in the last few months she comes and sits and sleeps on my belly almost every night. I just thought that she was waiting for me to get up, since most of the time it happens in the morning before I get up. But she does do it in the middle of the night as well, and she has never done something like this before. She doesn't sleep on Jesse either. I thought it was just because I sleep with a body pillow, and often she is mostly on that, but Jesse often has a pillow with him as well. So yeah, my cat is protecting my belly. It is kind of sweet, but on the other hand, it is also kind of annoying, mostly because I need to change sides all the time at night, and then I have to push her off, and then I feel bad. Most of the time she comes right back on though. Of course, during the day she couldn't care less about me. Oh well. So there you have it. There is the story of my cat. She'll never be a mother herself (which I feel kind of bad about) so she has to be motherly to my fetus. So not groundbreaking, but you get what you pay for.

No longer losing my needles

Well, you will be very happy to hear that I stopped by Wal Mart and they had the little magnetic needle box that I was looking for, so I picked one up. I knew I needed to do it before we moved (Hopefully in the next 2 weeks, cross your fingers.) so I went ahead and did it. I needed to get some socks for Nate anyway. So there you have it. My needles are now neatly stored in a box where the cat will not knock them over, and that makes me happy.

With Liberty and Justice for all

So one of my biggest pet peeves is jerky drivers. I'm not talking about bad drivers, I'm talking about the guy who goes around everyone who is merging politely to get to the front of the line. I'm talking about people who drive in the exit only lane and then cut back into the stopped traffic at the last minute. You know, those kind of drivers. The ones who are so much more important than anyone else that they need a line cutting pass. I always like it when it turns out that their jerky driving hasn't saved them any time. Like, we get off at the same exit and they are stuck at the light just like I am. I feel that that is a little bit of karma getting to them.
Now, if I were queen of the world, there would be a way for those jerks to get in trouble for that. Like, people who had clean records would have the ability to electronically peg them as a jerk, and so many pegs and they would get a ticket. But then if I were queen of the world I would also want to be able to communicate with other drivers. You know, politely of course. Just because sometimes I have made driving errors, and I really wish that I could easily apologize when I accidentally cut someone off or something. I also wish I could give a loving reminder that the speed limit is 40, not 25. Things like that. Of course, I realize that this would do more harm than good, so I probably would not let just anyone do this. Maybe just me.
So onto the point of the story. I was driving today, and it was raining, and 70 was all backed up. I needed to get to Costco to get gas, because my gas light was going on and off. I didn't feel like getting gas before play group. So there we all are, creeping along, and all of the sudden this car decides that she is way too important to wait in traffic, so she passes everyone on the right shoulder. I'm sitting there in the right lane, thinking, what a jerk. I however know that there is a cop car sitting like, 3 cars ahead of me in the left lane. So I'm thinking, what is this cop going to do? I watch the cop, and it kind of looked like he was debating what to do as well, and pretty soon he puts on his lights, and merges into our lane, and over to the shoulder. It was probably the best traffic thing I have ever seen. Pretty soon I drive by the cop who has pulled over this car, and the lady who was driving had her head back against the seat looking up with this utter look of defeat on her face. It was just the icing on the cake. So yeah, it just reminded me that there is justice in this world. Now, probably she had some good reason for doing this, like her father was dying and since she was pulled over she missed saying goodbye or something, and that would make me feel really bad for being glad that she was pulled over. But maybe, just maybe she is just a jerk, and this is the universe punishing her a little bit. So there you have it, It's not rocket science, but you get what you pay for.

It's raining spiders

Ok, so last night I was at my friend Adrian's house. She is one of my playgroup friends. It is fortunate that the kids like each other and like to play together, but what is really great is that we moms like each other a lot and get together at every opportunity. So we started a quilting night. Some of them wanted to learn how, and I knew, so I taught them and now we get together once a week to "work on projects." We do actually get stuff done occasionally, but mostly it's an excuse to get together without the kids and we talk and eat and sometimes sew.

So as a complete side note: Nate was just playing with a toy, and he was getting mad at it because it wasn't working like he wanted it to. So I told him that he had to be patient with it, and he looks at me and said "patient" and thought about it for a second, and then tossed the toy to the side. I guess that's what he thinks about being patient with his toys.

So anyway. Last night we were at Adrian's house as we usually are for quilting, and it was the part of the night where we were sitting on the couches eating and talking. Adrian is in a chair to one side of me, and Jana and Colleen are on the love seat to the other side. I am being a piggy and sitting right smack dab in the middle of the couch, all by myself. I actually did have some fabric out sitting next to me that we were going to talk about, but so far, we hadn't. So there I sit, and all of the sudden I see this black thing land on my collar bone. My first thought was that Jana or Colleen had thrown a raisin at me. That thought was followed immediately by wondering where they got a raisin. So I look down to brush it off, and it was not a raisin. It was much larger than a raisin first of all, and second, it had legs. As it turns out, it was a large spider. Now, Adrian had seen the whole thing happen. She knew right away that a spider had dropped out of the vent that I was sitting under and had fallen on me, and she jumped up. Colleen and Jana had no clue. So they thought it was kind of random when I started screaming and trying to get this spider off of me. I may have over reacted, but then again, this was a big ugly spider, so maybe I was a little justified. So I get the spider off of my shirt, and it landed on the stack of fabric next to me. So Jana and Colleen come over to see what it was, and were going to make fun of me until they saw the spider, and then they said that yes, they would have freaked as well. So we had to get Adrain's husband to come down and take care of the spider, and then he closed the vent and he was even able to spare the fabric. (We didn't want spider guts all over our fabric.) Of course, the whole night everyone made fun of me for freaking out. (Except for Adrain, now there is a true friend- of course I think she was more embarrassed about the having spiders that size in her vent.)
So I came home and for the first time in the 7 months that I have lived here I closed the vent that is in the ceiling above my head when I sleep. It will stay closed for the remainder of our time here. I also am constantly looking up today to make sure that I am not sitting under any other vents. Anytime that I cannot avoid being under a vent, like in a small bathroom, I am convinced that at any second a spider will land on me. Never mind that it has never happened before, I'm pretty sure that now that it has happened, it will happen several times a day. I guess I had better just get used to it.
Anyway, so the moral of today's story is to not hog the whole couch when there are other people around, or a spider may drop down and attack you. So there you have it, not rocket science, but you get what you pay for.

The players on my team

So If I'm going to do this I'll probably need to say a little about who I am and who I will write about. I'm not going into many specifics. If you already know me, that's great, if you don't, well, I probably want to keep it that way. I'm not very friendly. (Not that anyone will ever read this anyway.) So I'm a stay at home mom. I have a 2 year old, Nate, and one on the way. Just by those facts alone you can tell that I'm not a middle aged fat lady. However, lest you think that I'm some hot young thing, no, not so much either. So we'll leave it at that. I'm somewhere between being a hot young thing, and a middle aged fat lady.
I have a great husband, Jesse, and we have a cat, Lizzie. Others that you may need to know about are my play group that I belong to- the BFM's. I'll introduce them as they come up. We live close to both my parents and my husband's parents. We live so close to my husband's parents at the moment that we are actually in their basement. We are currently looking for a new place to live, and having just a little difficulty finding something. What can I say, we live in the DC area- it's expensive. Plus, we love our cat, but as it turns out, not everyone else does.
So that's my life right now. Just me and Nate most days, and then Jesse comes home, and we are just biding our time until the next one comes (6 weeks!) And that's it, not much there, but as always, you get what you pay for.

Why I'm losing my needles

So I'm thinking that maybe I'll start a blog. It's not that I'm a particularly interesting person, or that I do particularly interesting things, but maybe I want to leave my mark on this world, no matter how small it is. So here I sat thinking about doing a blog, and they asked for a title, and I just didn't know at all what to put. So I start looking around at my incredibly dirty computer desk, and the mess that has been accumulating for the past few weeks (The maid didn't clean it this week because I was sitting here.) So on my desk is a paper plate with some napkins on it, and on the napkins is a mostly empty needle packet. The problem with these needles is that the packet that they came in has started to become loose, so the needles never stay where I want them. It is just one of the many problems in my life. So now I have this plate full of needles, and I need to figure out what to do with it. I keep on thinking that I need to go to the store and get a needle storing device. The problem with that is that I'd actually have to go to the store. It's not that I don't like going to the fabric store. It's that there isn't one close by me so I'd have to drive like 25 miles to pick up a $1 needle storing devise. I just don't see the worth in it. Plus, I'd have to take my 2 year old, and well, that just starts getting messy.
So there you have it. I'm losing my needles because I'm way too lazy to do anything about it. So there they sit on a plate on my computer desk. One day someone is going to knock the plate over and the needles are going to go flying all over the place, and one or all of us will step on them, or put them in our mouths. And there is my life. Now no one will ever want to read another entry, but you know, you get what you pay for.