Since the goal is to blog once a week I figured I oughta blog today. Is oughta a word because the editor on here doesn't seem to think it is. Oh well, the editor is obviously *not* southern because I believe oughta is in the southern language dictionary. Oughta, coulda, woulda, they're all proper adverbs if you ask me.
So anyway. Last night I finally got around to ironing my muslin to make my blouse for the ren faire. Now I'm actually starting to get excited about making it and going! Hunter was hovering while I was cutting out the pattern pieces and saw another pattern that I have for a kids knight costume and immediately wanted it, of course. But it looks pretty labor intensive plus it requires this metallic fabric that is undoubtedly expensive. So we looked on the internet and settled on an easier McCalls pattern M4400 which is a knight tunic with built in sleeves (as opposed to putting the tunic over a separate shirt) so I guess I'm going to be off to the fabric store sometime, hopefully not TODAY, to buy the pattern and fabric. He will probably bug me about it until I do it. Oh and the pattern is for mens and boys so he wants me to make Daddy one and Nathan one. I don't think I'm going to waste my time making one for Daddy because I'm 95% sure that Daddy would never wear it outside of the house. Heck, he probably won't even wear it INSIDE the house except when Hunter begs him to and then only for a few minutes. Sooo..
Housework. I am so terrible at it. Actually I know what my problem is, and Jason has caught on as well. I get sucked in by the internet vortex. Yes, I'm here now and I shouldn't be but the kids aren't up yet and I NEEDED to blog. I'm not supposed to stay on the computer anymore. It drives Jason batty. Like wants to throw the computer out in the road and run over it a few times batty. I can understand, it drives me nuts that I get sucked in however I would never destroy it. My friends live in it! LOL So anyway. Yesterday I maybe used the computer for an hour at the most. I got a lot more done around the house and the kids were generally happier because I was interacting with them instead of sitting on my butt and giving commands. Hmm.. maybe there is something to this whole 'staying off the internet' thing.