The Mother Lode

Okay, I've been away from the blog for quite some time. I need to get back in the game. But I need some material to write about. Luckily, I have my wife, Carisa.

For those of you who do not know Carisa, she is something special. Not just because she agreed to marry me, but because she loves to do a lot of fun stuff. Such as sewing! Who doesn't like to sew these days? Heckwad, EVERYONE loves to sew! Carisa has been working her way up the ranks of sew master these past few months. If she could only sew me a lathe or work bench, I'd consider her apprenticeship complete. Time will tell. Most of her recent focus has been on crafting maternity-related items. Receiving blankets, some kind of curved pillow thingy, peek-a-boob, bra converter deal for nursing (ask her about this one - she's feeling pretty proud of her invention), and other miscellaneous do-dahs.

This is what our lives have become: Carisa received another huge bag of baby hand-me-downs from the Fair Liz Jones. Carisa reached inside the bag and says "Holy crap! Look at this. This is the mother lode." What would be "the mother lode" in terms of baby hand-me-down bliss? That's right, nursing pads.


She made a few on the sewing machine, but wasn't all that proud of the outcome. I will liken the receiving of these nursing pads to hitting five out of six numbers on a Megabucks ticket. "Look at how many there are! Allow me to demonstrate" and she does. Liz, you have made Carisa a very happy woman. Thank you for sharing.