Bouncing,
or bumping, the bothersome beebees are buggin' the buggers outta me...

Been running a bit this past couple of weeks and when I'm not home much, I start to make mental lists... Lists of things that I'm gonna do when I'm home for more than 2 consecutive hours. Things like laundry and baking and blogging and quilting- and not necessarily in that order. But then, the problem arises when I'm finally home and I'm too pooped to tackle the list. Told my Mom I was having a difficult time focusing... she asked if I were bouncing from one thing to another and I said, "Nope, more like a dull bump." I haven't the energy to bounce.

Eva has made radio and television commercials over the past week. For those of you who may think that I'm some kinda crazy Hollywood mom, just let me say that this is a once in a lifetime- mine- occurrence, and it is mainly as a favor for any other children who have concerns about getting MRI's or CAT scans. It doesn't hurt a bit and that's what Evabeth wanted to let others know. Eva had a blast. This is a picture of her when we returned home after the last day of shooting. She wanted Grandmother to see her "butterflies." None in her tummy. Boo went with us for the radio and photo shoot. When they decided to take a break, and offered the girls some chocolate milk, Eva says that Mom can't have any, "because she's on a diet." I get the look-over, you know what I mean, and I'm sure they're thinking, "Yep, some crazy Hollywood mom trying to look like a teeny-bopper." And I roll my eyes and consider explaining... when Boo pipes up, loud and clear, "Mom has beebees 'cause her pancakes don't work." It was a painful moment of silence as they stood there looking at me in complete confusion...to which all I could do was start rolling laughing, and making them even more certain that I'm a crazed Hollywood mom.

The Kansas troubles are put together for my Aunt Eva who has been asking for a quilt for a number of years. This is the second one I've started. Seems to be a cursed project. I ran out of the soft turquoise fabric when I really needed two more blocks. Bummer. Decided to put it together anyway. Do you think it'll be alright even if it isn't balanced? It measures 50"x65" as it is, now. I have a little bolder turquoise and brown which I plan on piecing into another 5" border of triangles. I can't even tell you how many triangle points I whacked off in this little project... might be easier to figure out how many triangles are actually left! Technically, if a triangle has more than 3 sides... it isn't a triangle any longer, eh? The alternate blocks are made of a Japanese fabric that is regrettably striped, but that's what I do- stripes, paisley, waves and plaids all in the same quilt top. But I think the scale is ok, so it doesn't bother me. Wonder if Aunt Eva will feel the same.

Oh, and I didn't explain about the beebees to the TV guys. But I will to you. I have diabetes because my pancreas doesn't work. I do NOT have beebees because my pancakes don't work. There are some things a 5 year old really just cannot understand, eh Benjamin?