day 408

i THINK i've decided that i'm going to learn to sew. i have gone 28 years (almost 29) of adamantly telling myself and everyone i know that i am NOT the sewing type, nor will i ever be. but... i may have changed my mind. one of my favourite bloggers, mrs. stephanie nielson, did a fun week of posts last christmas showcasing all these awesome crafters/seamstresses/DIY-ers and the amazing goods they produce. i want ALL of it. but alas i have exactly 4 cents to my name, so i cannot buy what i want. so, i started thinking... hm, A LOT of this stuff i could probably make myself. some, not a chance, but others, definitely. my mum has been dying to get me to learn to sew and said she'd be totally willing to TEACH me (key word "teach," not "do"), so i'm starting to think, "why not?" in approximately 142 days my friend will arrive in this world and i figure after he's a bit grown and i no longer need to nap every hour along with him, i might want to do something with my day that isn't laundry or dinner. perhaps that could be some DIY projects. so i gotta learn/practice now. there. now, please will someone hold me to this? i want at least ONE thing done by christmas, even if it turns out hideously ugly. 

moving on...

i don't think i've adequately professed my incredible excitement at becoming a mum. no, i don't think i have. if i wasn't so tired and tired-looking, i might make up a song and record myself singing a song about how ecstatic i am. instead, the pointer sisters will have to do:

on a serious note though, i really am SO EXCITED. i get to teach this little guy about EVERYTHING!!! quite the responsibility, but at the same time, how much fun it that going to be?! TONS! he will learn about being nice to waiters, using your blinker when driving, being tough AND loving your mum like the 2000 stripling warriors, standing up for what you believe in, loving the beatles, saving your money, how to cook pasta PERFECTLY, and so on. being a mum is the greatest thing in the world and i'm not even official yet. i just know it will be awesome. there. 

(our little boy looking like a creepy alien child. hopefully he has more fat and muscle by february.)

last thought...

being poor makes me laugh. my clothes no longer fit, but i have no funds to go buy some, so blake took a rubber band and made my pants now 2 sizes bigger. we also took another rubber band to fix my sunglasses. and my mum took her two broken sandals and repaired them with paperclips. hahahaha! you gotta laugh at that. as far as having to eat rice and oatmeal for the rest of this month... not as funny.