Feathering the Nest...

I have been collecting this vintage embroidered postcards (I think some may be almost 100 years old) from Spain for several years now. Until just recently, they've just been put away because I could not think of an appropriate way to display them. Then, while browsing at Michaels, I found these "specimen boxes" from Martha Stewart that were marked down to just $3 each. I bought 3 at first (one in each color they had: black, brown, and white) thinking that I would do something crafty with them. Then, as I was sitting at home looking at these boxes, it came to me that they would be perfect to use to display these vintage postcards. So, I bought more of the black boxes and pinned in the postcards. Last night I finally got around to putting them up on the wall. I actually have 6 of the cards, but I only bought 5 boxes and only 5 boxes will fit where I put them, so it works out. I chose my least favorite card to leave out. I know they're not evenly spaced, but I used straight pins to hang them and I kept bending them while trying to put them in, what I assumed, were studs in the wall. But at least I finally got them up!

I've put pictures of the individual postcards on my La Dama de Collage Flickr Page if you want to see them a bit better. My favorite is the Murcia one (as I actually served in Murcia). And, yes, as I say "Murcia" in my head, I am pronouncing it "Murthia."

Braxton Hicks, I think...

So, because first two children were early, I never had the pleasure of experiencing Braxton Hicks contractions. And now I think I have at least twice. Last Monday, I was having contractions for about an hour and then they just stopped. And then today, I was having contractions for what seemed like almost two hours and then they just stopped. It's so frustrating! I just start to hope that "this is it!" and then it's right back to nothing.

I wanted to take a walk this morning (I was up early anyway), but after putting a load of laundry in the dryer, another load in the washer, and emptying and filling the dishwasher, my back hurt so much I didn't think I could even get out to the stairs that lead to the apartments above us. Maybe tomorrow. And I also need to find a bumpy road and eat some blueberries and pineapple.

Fashion Silhouettes

Take a look at the directions and some closer shots of these pictures at my other blog La Dama de Collage.

So tired...

I've been so tired lately, that I find myself falling asleep when I shouldn't be. A little over a week ago, I was sitting at the front of the classroom reading The Glass Menagerie with my students, and I found myself starting to doze off as they were reading. I've found myself on several occassions recently where I've almost been asleep at my desk. One day I kept nodding off while my students were quietly reading and I was grading papers.

And then there is the silliness that comes with the tiredness. An example was last night. I was lying down on the couch talking to the husband about how ornery Buddy had been earlier. And the next thing I knew, I was talking about having too many ice cream cones and the husband is laughing at me.

And now here I am, trying to write this post, and I'm okay for a few minutes but then I close my eyes. And I'm asleep at the computer.

Still Pregnant

In case you were wondering, I'm still pregnant. :(

Soon, maybe...

So, at the beginning of 3rd period today, I told my class that they needed to be quiet or else I was going to go into labor. Ha, ha, funny joke. A little while later, I had to go to the bathroom, so I snuck out of class while they were watching a movie. And (yes this is gross, you might want to skip it) while in the bathroom, I noticed some pink discharge. I really think that my 3rd period may have made me go into labor! Or at least get a little bit closer.

Stupid District...

So, today I'm mad at the district. I'm tired, I'm sick of being pregnant, I'm sick and tired of needing to go to the bathroom at the same time that I should be teaching. But the district pretty much won't let me leave until I have this baby. Nope, I can't leave even a week before my due date, unless my doctor puts me on bedrest or something. Stupid district.