Scheming: New and improved!

So at the suggestion of a commentor on a previous post, I decided to try my hand at opening a SpreadShop at spreadshirt.com. You can see what I've got so far -- which admittedly isn't much yet -- by visiting Leonine Designs and purchasing one of every item listed. :-D

I've so far got three targets in mind: My sisters -- or women like them -- who could make any t-shirt look good (and by the way, girls, might there be any interest in a Likes Me Pink shirt?); a group of women on a private message board for moms whom I've become quite close to in the last year; and people who want to support organ and tissue donation (though there's no scheming there -- any profit I make from green ribbon apparel I'll donate to UNOS in honor of my best friend Kathryn).

The shop is open for business, but don't despair at the sparse offerings so far. I've only been at this since last night at around 1AM. I'll put more thought into it, work on some real designs, and make Leonine Designs the coolest custom apparel shop you've ever seen. Watch out, suckas! ;-)

In the meantime, though, please feel free to run up your credit cards at my shop.


~RCH~

[PS - Spreadshirt doesn't offer stationary products, so if you're looking for a handsome black and white journal, you can still help supplement my grocery budget and feed my children by purchasing this one at the Cafe Press site.]

Visitors and opposable thumbs

I'm falling down on the blogging job, and will probably continue to this month. Right now we're entertaining visitors -- I'm cooking more than usual (on a good day, you're lucky to weasel dinner out of me; now I'm making all 3 meals), schlepping kids to area attractions, and refereeing nearly constant fights between the toddler and her 7-year-old cousin.

Oh, and let me tell you: I am just sick to death of cartoons. If we never see another one, I will be thrilled. And the Doodlebops! 7yo changed the channel from my beloved and very educational Sesame Street this morning to force my toddler to watch the Doodlebops! Grrrrrrr. Doodlebops are the devil. Being the gracious host, I said nothing, but ... sheesh.

Anyway.

So we're entertaining right now, will have a week off, and then the girls and I are headed to see my family for the duration of the month. I'll blog if the mood strikes, but I anticipate having too much fun to bother. :-)

In medical news, I burned my thumb Saturday morning while scrambling eggs for our guests. My special talent -- my super power, as it were -- is making a huge mess in the kitchen. (DH insists I could make a mess simply boiling water, and I imagine he's right.) As I scrambled the eggs in the pan, some fell out over the side. I reached over to get it out of the way and touched the burner directly instead of the eggs.

OUCH!

I dunked my thumb in ice water the rest of the morning, and covered it with aloe vera gel thereafter. It blistered up on Saturday, the blister popped and peeled on Sunday, and as of last night it still hurt pretty much all the time. Not merely when the burned spot (which is actually fairly small) touched something, but constantly.

I kept showing it to DH. "Is this okay? Is it supposed to still hurt?"

Yes, he'd tell me. It's fine. You did the right thing with the ice water and aloe; there's nothing much to do for it now.

"But it's red and the skin is broken and it hurts. What if it's infected? Can you look at my thumb to make sure it's not infected?"

It's fine, he'd say.

"What if there's an infection and it gets necrotic, turns black, and falls off? What if they have to amputate and I'm left without an opposable thumb on my dominant hand? That happened to a girl from church, you know; not her thumb, but she had lupus and her toe got infected and before she knew it her whole foot turned black and now she wears a prosthetic leg from the knee down! (Not that you'd know it from looking at her; she's gorgeous and walks with nary a limp.) But back to me: What if it's infected? How will I function without an opposable thumb? How will I take care of the girls?"

He'd roll his eyes, look again, and tell me my thumb was fine -- healing according to schedule -- stop worrying.

It still hurts today, but less than it did yesterday. So I guess he's right, lol. I expect to resume full use of my thumb within the next few days. Yay.


~RCH~