joy = creative optimism

I’m hoping that I can use this

And yarns in these colors

to make a cute thing like this

for this little one

by Easter.

Unfortunately, I don’t really know how to crochet very well yet.

Hence, the book.

To further complicate things,

I also want to make this

but the fabric isn’t picked out yet.

Although, it probably should match the sweater,

just in case I manage to pull all this off.

And that will be

an Easter miracle.

Don’t you think?

joy = having a place to start

Well, crap.  Did you know that Wii Fit plays sad music if you do a pretty sad job in the slalom ski game? I did my very best, and yet, my Mii started crying and sad music played.  It’s enough to make my Mii commit Wii suicide off the tight rope game.

So… obviously, the Wii finally came. Nintendo (well, their promotional ad agency, really) had some logistical problems with the contest and sending me a functioning Wii. But, after a bit of discussion and escalation, I finally have all the goodies.

This really is a fun toy. A bit depressing at the moment, but fun.  After it did my body scan, the happy-girl Wii Fit voice told me, “that’s overweight!”  Hurray for me!  Then she proceeded to tell me that I should make some goals to lose weight.  I guess so.  Oh, I’m also “unbalanced,” which my husband and I thought was really funny. I’ll have to remind him that that was a physical assessment, not mental.  Thankfully, he’s unbalanced too.  It gave me a Wii age of 40, which is sad since I’m really 30.

So, I told it I want to lose 13 pounds in 2 months.  I’d love to just get to a point where sad music doesn’t play. If only I could find a way to set that as my Wii goal.

joy = no more excuses

I’ve been putting off (more accurately… I’ve been highly distracted) getting all our Christmas stuff put away and getting the house cleaned up.  Unfortunately, I do not like having Christmas stuff out until February, so it’s actually been aiding my bad mood. I don’t want it out, but I haven’t had the energy to put it away, either.

It’s time. And I’m out of excuses.

Baby is asleep. Coffee is hot. Supply of required coffee creamer has been replenished.  Let’s go! No snowman or santa is safe.