I hate that the minute the 4th of July is done, the seasonal aisle is loaded with Halloween Candy. Halloween comes and is promptly replaced with Christmas stuff. We have to look at it and walk by it and think about it for two LONG months. Then when the middle of December hits and us moms are finally in the mood for Christmas, everything is just about gone. In fact, my favorite craft store already has it all on clearance, and has replaced all of those aisles with garden ornaments and wind chimes. WAIT!!! I haven't even made my Christmas FOOD yet and you're stocking the spring stuff??? SHEEEESH!!!
Food store people. I'm wondering if you all had a meeting that went something like this...
"I know! Since the people are making twice as much food, recipes that stress them out, they have family in town, presents to buy and wrap, limited time...all of that. Let's take all of the things they would need and scatter them all over the store in different places! Would that be fun? Then they have to search and search for things like vanilla, and canned pumpkin."
I curse you. Curse. You.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Sunday, December 20, 2009
One-of-a-Kind Stockings
For several years, I’ve been discontented with the stockings we’ve been using for Christmas. They’re mismatched. Some hang one direction, one hung the opposite. It bugged me like crazy. Every year I look through the stockings at the store and then do nothing cause I can’t ever find anything I can’t live without. And then a few months ago, as I was walking through Hobby Lobby, I passed some Christmas fabric that I loved. So the wheels started turning and before I knew it, I had purchased enough fabric and lining for 5 stockings, trim, buttons, bells, thread.
Then, as I was walking to my car, my brain was thinking,
"Oh boy…why? Oh why did I do this?"
Here’s why:
Left to right:
George, Sassy, Honey, Link, Me
I didn't make the stockings for the dogs. But yes. They get something from Santa too.
There are some sad little dogs out there that never get anything for Christmas. Nothing. Ever.
Then, as I was walking to my car, my brain was thinking,
"Oh boy…why? Oh why did I do this?"
Here’s why:
Left to right:
George, Sassy, Honey, Link, Me
I didn't make the stockings for the dogs. But yes. They get something from Santa too.
There are some sad little dogs out there that never get anything for Christmas. Nothing. Ever.
Friday, December 18, 2009
The Christmas Elves
A few years ago, we got some little Christmas Elves from my SIL for the kids. Two little boy elves (since then we've adopted a little girlie elf too). They came with a little container of magic ‘snow.' These days, it looks a lot like glitter. The elves are supposed to magically arrive at your house at some point during the month of December. The snow is sprinkled around them and then they hang out at your house until Christmas Eve. They are also supposed to ‘do’ things. Like the kids might wake up in the morning and discover that they elves got out all of the flour and stuff to make cookies. Or they might have made a mess of the toys, etc. And etc. They are supposed to be keeping an eye on the kids and then they give a report to Santa when he comes on Christmas Eve and he takes them back home to the North Pole.
Our naughty little elves are something my kids talk about for weeksWEEKS before Christmas. It is a double-edged sword. The kids LOVE it, but it’s a little annoying. I really do have to be in a certain kind of mood.
Last year, when Christmas Eve arrived, one of the elves was missing. We couldn’t find him anywhere and the other two went back to the North Pole without him. Of course, a couple of weeks later, he surfaced. He’s been hanging around our house ever since. When the topic came up a few weeks ago, the kids started speculating about when the elves would come, what would happen, and stuff. The other day, tucked under the front door, was this letter:
Somewhere in your house there hides our little Elfin friend
We’ve missed him this entire year – but soon we’ll see the end
To being far away from him and wishing we were whole
For then on Christmas Eve we’ll fly him to the great North Pole
Please tell our little Elfin friend that we are on our way
We’re planning and preparing and we’ll be there any day
On Christmas Eve, while you’re asleep, we’ll here the reindeer paws
And down the chimney we will meet old jolly Santa Clause
He’s going to ask us how you’ve been throughout the time we’re here
And we’ll have taken notes of all your actions while we’re near
“Are they naughty – are they nice?” Jolly Santa Claus will say
And if you’re nice he’ll leave you gifts to open Christmas Day
We’ve missed him this entire year – but soon we’ll see the end
To being far away from him and wishing we were whole
For then on Christmas Eve we’ll fly him to the great North Pole
Please tell our little Elfin friend that we are on our way
We’re planning and preparing and we’ll be there any day
On Christmas Eve, while you’re asleep, we’ll here the reindeer paws
And down the chimney we will meet old jolly Santa Clause
He’s going to ask us how you’ve been throughout the time we’re here
And we’ll have taken notes of all your actions while we’re near
“Are they naughty – are they nice?” Jolly Santa Claus will say
And if you’re nice he’ll leave you gifts to open Christmas Day
Also included with the card was that little extra ^^note. It says:
Dear William, Colin and Sarah,
Please leave him under the tree so we can find him.
See you soon!!!
The Christmas Elves
Please leave him under the tree so we can find him.
See you soon!!!
The Christmas Elves
Soooo, Link booked it upstairs, retrieved the elf (which he now refers to as Elfin) and promptly placed him under the tree. He’s been there for a few days. Waiting and waiting.
And waiting.
Oooh! Lookie here! What will the kids find when they wake up tomorrow?
Thursday, December 17, 2009
What? Really?? A New Post? Yesssssssssss!
My seven year old - George - has perfect pitch.
Yes I'm boasting. Well, cause it's really cool. You know, to be born - like you're brain wired naturally - to have perfect pitch. And, cause I grew him which means that somewhere in my dna, there's a tendency for that. Even tho I don't have it.
So, what is perfect pitch, you might ask? Well, hang on. Here's the story.
We were at a 'thing' where Colin found a tuning fork. He bangs it on the floor and holds it up to his ear and announces that it sounds just like a low 'c.' What? Then we realize that the tuning fork is a 'c' and I'm a little excited. At home that night, with his back to me, I started playing a few notes on the piano. One at a time, and asking him what they are. He pegged every single one, people. And no...he wasn't humming up a scale to figure it out. He just knows. Since then, we've also discovered that if you ask him to hum a certain note - he can pull it right out of his brain. "Hum a high 'e.'" He can do it.
Apparently only 1 in 10,000 people are born with natural perfect pitch. There are people who learn to do it, I guess. But, it's difficult. I sing and play the piano and a couple of other things. I couldn't hum a specific note or name any notes to save my life. I was only blessed with the ability to carry a tune in a bucket.
We waited to start Link on piano until he was about 7 or 8. Wanted to make sure he was reading and stuff first. George promptly began picking out all of Link's songs on the piano just from listening to him practice. He started reading really early too, so we got him started in lessons when he was 5. He learns fast. He adds things to his songs. He sits at the piano for long periods of time, picking things out, testing chords, studying the keys. It's fascinating. I'm NOT kidding you guys, he can't figure out how to do some very basic, human, normal things. But he can do this. He now works on the stuff his teacher gives him, teaches himself how to play songs that he likes - like music from The Legend of Zelda, or he decides that he wants to play Link's music. Link doesn't really like this, btw. But I remember my sister freaking out when I played her stuff and it was rude. ROOOOOD! So, I have just lightly and cheerfully encouraged Link to not care. So what if his little brother can play the same stuff, but never looked at any of the music?
Here's the wikipedia definition:
Things that come to mind are the character in Good Will Hunting - who was a math expert cause he could just see the numbers and figure it out. Or - the kid from August Rush - who could hear music in everything around him. I'm still boasting, btw.
Here are a few famous people with perfect pitch:
Julie Andrews
Bach
Beethoven
Mariah Carey
Chopin
Nat King Cole
Bing Crosby
Celine Dion
Ella Fitzgerald
George Frideric Handel
Jimi Hendrix
Michael Jackson
Mozart
Frank Sinatra
Barbra Streisand
Stevie Wonder
Mmmhmmmm. I'm smart enough to not assume that he's going to be famous or anything. But I know he's got something special going and I think it's fantastically, amazingly, and incredibly awesome.
Now if we can get the rest of his brain to catch up ...
Yes I'm boasting. Well, cause it's really cool. You know, to be born - like you're brain wired naturally - to have perfect pitch. And, cause I grew him which means that somewhere in my dna, there's a tendency for that. Even tho I don't have it.
So, what is perfect pitch, you might ask? Well, hang on. Here's the story.
We were at a 'thing' where Colin found a tuning fork. He bangs it on the floor and holds it up to his ear and announces that it sounds just like a low 'c.' What? Then we realize that the tuning fork is a 'c' and I'm a little excited. At home that night, with his back to me, I started playing a few notes on the piano. One at a time, and asking him what they are. He pegged every single one, people. And no...he wasn't humming up a scale to figure it out. He just knows. Since then, we've also discovered that if you ask him to hum a certain note - he can pull it right out of his brain. "Hum a high 'e.'" He can do it.
Apparently only 1 in 10,000 people are born with natural perfect pitch. There are people who learn to do it, I guess. But, it's difficult. I sing and play the piano and a couple of other things. I couldn't hum a specific note or name any notes to save my life. I was only blessed with the ability to carry a tune in a bucket.
We waited to start Link on piano until he was about 7 or 8. Wanted to make sure he was reading and stuff first. George promptly began picking out all of Link's songs on the piano just from listening to him practice. He started reading really early too, so we got him started in lessons when he was 5. He learns fast. He adds things to his songs. He sits at the piano for long periods of time, picking things out, testing chords, studying the keys. It's fascinating. I'm NOT kidding you guys, he can't figure out how to do some very basic, human, normal things. But he can do this. He now works on the stuff his teacher gives him, teaches himself how to play songs that he likes - like music from The Legend of Zelda, or he decides that he wants to play Link's music. Link doesn't really like this, btw. But I remember my sister freaking out when I played her stuff and it was rude. ROOOOOD! So, I have just lightly and cheerfully encouraged Link to not care. So what if his little brother can play the same stuff, but never looked at any of the music?
Here's the wikipedia definition:
Absolute pitch (AP), or perfect pitch, is the ability to name or reproduce a tone without reference to an external standard.[1]
The naming/labeling of notes need not be verbal. AP can also be demonstrated by other codes such as auditory imagery or sensorimotor responses, for example, reproducing a tone on an instrument. Therefore a musician from an aural tradition, with no musical notation, can still exhibit AP if allowed to reproduce a sounded note.[2][3]
Possessors of absolute pitch exhibit the ability in varying degrees. Generally, absolute pitch implies some or all of the following abilities when done without reference to an external standard:[4]
- Identify by name individual pitches (e.g. A, B, C#) played on various instruments
- Name the key of a given piece of tonal music just by listening (without reference to an external tone)
- Identify and name all the tones of a given chord or other tonal mass
- Sing a given pitch without an external reference
- Name the pitches of common everyday noises such as car horns
Things that come to mind are the character in Good Will Hunting - who was a math expert cause he could just see the numbers and figure it out. Or - the kid from August Rush - who could hear music in everything around him. I'm still boasting, btw.
Here are a few famous people with perfect pitch:
Julie Andrews
Bach
Beethoven
Mariah Carey
Chopin
Nat King Cole
Bing Crosby
Celine Dion
Ella Fitzgerald
George Frideric Handel
Jimi Hendrix
Michael Jackson
Mozart
Frank Sinatra
Barbra Streisand
Stevie Wonder
Mmmhmmmm. I'm smart enough to not assume that he's going to be famous or anything. But I know he's got something special going and I think it's fantastically, amazingly, and incredibly awesome.
Now if we can get the rest of his brain to catch up ...
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Pigflu Mania
I typed this whole thing about the stinking pigflu, and then my computer froze up and I had to force quit firefox. Now it's all gone.
I'm bugged.
So - I'm just going to attach the pictures and that's going to have to be good enough.
Ok Fine.
Since Martha automatically thinks that I posted this because we have the pigflu, I have to immediately edit my post to reassure you all that we most definitely DO NOT have the pigflu.
The reason I was writing this post in the first place was because of a trip to the dr.s office yesterday for a checkup. I'll try to give you a recap almost as good as the one I typed before.
We walked into the room and before we were even completely through the door, I could see a woman sitting in her chair with her arms wrapped around her mouth and nose as if she was trying to fend off a cloud of tear gas. She was sitting there, scowling around the room, giving everyone the stink eye. We got in the room and I got in line at the counter to check in. There was a man holding a little toddler who was crying because he wanted to get down. The man told him "I can't put you down because I don't want you to get everyone sick." Then, a woman in line in front of me said really loudly to the girl behind the desk; "My daughter and I both have H1N1 and we were already here this morning...." That's when I started realizing that everyone in the room was FREAKING out over this pigflu crap. There were people with masks on. People holding their kids tightly on their laps, afraid to let them touch anything. The stink eye lady walked across to a man (I guess they were there together) and she told him to make sure he wasn't sitting close to anyone so he wouldn't get sick. A little boy toddled near me and bumped my foot. His mother came rushing over, snatched him up, and whisked him across the room so fast you could almost see the windy empty spot where he'd once been. Did I look sick? My kids weren't coughing. I wasn't coughing. I think I was the only person in the room that wasn't bathing myself in han-tizer (Sassy's word). Maybe that made everyone think that I'm the insensitive spreader of the disease.
Look - my honey had it already. And I was fully prepared for my turn. I filled the kitchen with theraflu, cough drops, mucinex, cough syrup, children's motrin, herbal tea, kleenex and easy-to-fix meals. I battened down the hatches and waiting patiently for it to get me and the kids. Honey was home from work for 4 full days. He had the fever, chills, sweats, coughing, shivering. It was nasty business. I'm not minimizing that the pigflu will make you sick and be a miserable experience. But I slept next to the man the entire time he was sick and I didn't get it. My kids never got it either. Perhaps it's given me a false sense of immunity. We certainly aren't getting the shot. Why should we? We faced it and survived.
I'm just fully annoyed at how people are behaving. It isn't the plague, fhs. Or small pox, or malaria, or anthrax.
For the few readers I have, please don't send me hate mail or lecture me on the dangerous complications that come from the pigflu. I know people have died. I have sympathy for them and their families. People die from stuff every day. But the 'man' has everyone rushing around like crazy people. It's annoying. Yes. I said it's annoying. And I mean it.
I'm bugged.
So - I'm just going to attach the pictures and that's going to have to be good enough.
Ok Fine.
Since Martha automatically thinks that I posted this because we have the pigflu, I have to immediately edit my post to reassure you all that we most definitely DO NOT have the pigflu.
The reason I was writing this post in the first place was because of a trip to the dr.s office yesterday for a checkup. I'll try to give you a recap almost as good as the one I typed before.
We walked into the room and before we were even completely through the door, I could see a woman sitting in her chair with her arms wrapped around her mouth and nose as if she was trying to fend off a cloud of tear gas. She was sitting there, scowling around the room, giving everyone the stink eye. We got in the room and I got in line at the counter to check in. There was a man holding a little toddler who was crying because he wanted to get down. The man told him "I can't put you down because I don't want you to get everyone sick." Then, a woman in line in front of me said really loudly to the girl behind the desk; "My daughter and I both have H1N1 and we were already here this morning...." That's when I started realizing that everyone in the room was FREAKING out over this pigflu crap. There were people with masks on. People holding their kids tightly on their laps, afraid to let them touch anything. The stink eye lady walked across to a man (I guess they were there together) and she told him to make sure he wasn't sitting close to anyone so he wouldn't get sick. A little boy toddled near me and bumped my foot. His mother came rushing over, snatched him up, and whisked him across the room so fast you could almost see the windy empty spot where he'd once been. Did I look sick? My kids weren't coughing. I wasn't coughing. I think I was the only person in the room that wasn't bathing myself in han-tizer (Sassy's word). Maybe that made everyone think that I'm the insensitive spreader of the disease.
Look - my honey had it already. And I was fully prepared for my turn. I filled the kitchen with theraflu, cough drops, mucinex, cough syrup, children's motrin, herbal tea, kleenex and easy-to-fix meals. I battened down the hatches and waiting patiently for it to get me and the kids. Honey was home from work for 4 full days. He had the fever, chills, sweats, coughing, shivering. It was nasty business. I'm not minimizing that the pigflu will make you sick and be a miserable experience. But I slept next to the man the entire time he was sick and I didn't get it. My kids never got it either. Perhaps it's given me a false sense of immunity. We certainly aren't getting the shot. Why should we? We faced it and survived.
I'm just fully annoyed at how people are behaving. It isn't the plague, fhs. Or small pox, or malaria, or anthrax.
For the few readers I have, please don't send me hate mail or lecture me on the dangerous complications that come from the pigflu. I know people have died. I have sympathy for them and their families. People die from stuff every day. But the 'man' has everyone rushing around like crazy people. It's annoying. Yes. I said it's annoying. And I mean it.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
I don't want to be grouchy
Every night I take a deep breath and decide that tomorrow I'm going to be fun. I'm going to be more patient and more interested in what my kids want to talk about.
Last night I didn't get any sleep cause I was coughing all night. Ugh.
I finally got some restful and relaxing sleep starting around 6 am. Honey had to leave for work, so he woke me up to say goodbye. I can't really complain about that tho, cause if he'd left without saying goodbye, it might have hurt my feelings a little. The phone rings. It's WellsFargo. I don't answer. Then, because the door was left unlocked, the 3 year old comes and gets into bed with me and starts asking me questions, and trying to find the best place to lay down. I should relish these moments right? Except I just wanted a little more sleep.
Next, I could hear the 7 year old and the 9 year old running around, yelling, arguing, thumping, pounding, building sky scrapers...I don't know WHAT they were doing, but it was anything but conducive to another hour of sleep. So - I have to get up. Puppy needs to pee and if I don't carry her from the bed to the door, she'll stop somewhere in between and pee in my house. The phone is ringing again and it's WellsFargo. Again. I still don't answer. Surgical patient doggy needs to be let out of her crate and carefully carried downstairs to the door, out into the fresh snow, down the steps and allowed to potty without any running or extra activity. So before I even have a chance to go potty myself or even really open my eyes, I'm standing out in the snow, getting wet and cold.
I'm still trying to be patient. Okay?
Back in the house. Surgical doggy goes in her confined place (to protect her from herself) and she starts barking. The kids are all telling me at the same time what they all want for breakfast and they all want something different. Sugar toast. Jimmy Dean frozen breakfast sandwich. Eggo waffles. (So much nutrition, right?) The 9 year old gets his own sandwich from the freezer, but I know he's left an empty box behind and I have to tell him 3 different ways to get him to go back into the garage to the freezer to throw it out. The 7 year old is flying around the family room and kitchen like he's on speed. The 3 year old is picking on the dog. The phone rings for the 3rd time. It's WellsFargo again. This time - I answer. And boy, do I answer.
Because they're WellsFargo, they won't tell me anything. They have to talk to Honey. Cause he's like, the man. You know? Wives don't count as equal partners. They've been calling our house for several days. I ask if there's a serious problem. She says it's an 'important banking matter.' I tell her I'll be happy to have him call if it's a big deal, but if they're calling to sell something they better stop calling my house. She says they aren't selling anything. I say ok and hang up. I hatehatehate WellsFargo. Long story.
So where do you think all that self-talk about patience has gone now? Are you kidding me? They kids are all now sitting at the island in the kitchen eating their three different breakfasts and they start in about playing in the snow, wanting peanut butter, having friends over, blah blaaaah BLAHHHH!
I'm breathing you guyz. I'm taking it slow. I calmly told them they could have friends over tomorrow IF they help clean the house today. I managed to finally use the potty and get my orange juice. I'm sitting here typing this out so I can breath for a few minutes. Now I'm going to the store by myself to get some stuff for the chicken for dinner tonight. Don't worry. I'll come back home. This time.
(JUST KIDDING!!! GEEEZZZ!)
I do not appreciate fall break.
Last night I didn't get any sleep cause I was coughing all night. Ugh.
I finally got some restful and relaxing sleep starting around 6 am. Honey had to leave for work, so he woke me up to say goodbye. I can't really complain about that tho, cause if he'd left without saying goodbye, it might have hurt my feelings a little. The phone rings. It's WellsFargo. I don't answer. Then, because the door was left unlocked, the 3 year old comes and gets into bed with me and starts asking me questions, and trying to find the best place to lay down. I should relish these moments right? Except I just wanted a little more sleep.
Next, I could hear the 7 year old and the 9 year old running around, yelling, arguing, thumping, pounding, building sky scrapers...I don't know WHAT they were doing, but it was anything but conducive to another hour of sleep. So - I have to get up. Puppy needs to pee and if I don't carry her from the bed to the door, she'll stop somewhere in between and pee in my house. The phone is ringing again and it's WellsFargo. Again. I still don't answer. Surgical patient doggy needs to be let out of her crate and carefully carried downstairs to the door, out into the fresh snow, down the steps and allowed to potty without any running or extra activity. So before I even have a chance to go potty myself or even really open my eyes, I'm standing out in the snow, getting wet and cold.
I'm still trying to be patient. Okay?
Back in the house. Surgical doggy goes in her confined place (to protect her from herself) and she starts barking. The kids are all telling me at the same time what they all want for breakfast and they all want something different. Sugar toast. Jimmy Dean frozen breakfast sandwich. Eggo waffles. (So much nutrition, right?) The 9 year old gets his own sandwich from the freezer, but I know he's left an empty box behind and I have to tell him 3 different ways to get him to go back into the garage to the freezer to throw it out. The 7 year old is flying around the family room and kitchen like he's on speed. The 3 year old is picking on the dog. The phone rings for the 3rd time. It's WellsFargo again. This time - I answer. And boy, do I answer.
Because they're WellsFargo, they won't tell me anything. They have to talk to Honey. Cause he's like, the man. You know? Wives don't count as equal partners. They've been calling our house for several days. I ask if there's a serious problem. She says it's an 'important banking matter.' I tell her I'll be happy to have him call if it's a big deal, but if they're calling to sell something they better stop calling my house. She says they aren't selling anything. I say ok and hang up. I hatehatehate WellsFargo. Long story.
So where do you think all that self-talk about patience has gone now? Are you kidding me? They kids are all now sitting at the island in the kitchen eating their three different breakfasts and they start in about playing in the snow, wanting peanut butter, having friends over, blah blaaaah BLAHHHH!
I'm breathing you guyz. I'm taking it slow. I calmly told them they could have friends over tomorrow IF they help clean the house today. I managed to finally use the potty and get my orange juice. I'm sitting here typing this out so I can breath for a few minutes. Now I'm going to the store by myself to get some stuff for the chicken for dinner tonight. Don't worry. I'll come back home. This time.
(JUST KIDDING!!! GEEEZZZ!)
I do not appreciate fall break.
Friday, October 9, 2009
Underneath it all
That's right. A lovely princess bathing suit. The fashion sense of a 3 year old is astounding.
And finally
One can't help but notice the remnants of chocolate frosting around Sassy's little face, and her fancy mom-didn't-do-my-hair do.
Don't leave home without it.
She is also carrying her all-important egg shaped magna doodle that she got from the Easter Bunny several months ago. Note the lovely bracelet she asked me to put on her this morning. (ummmm, yeeeah. I made that.)
And then...
Above those fuchsia pants, purple socks and backwards shoes, we find a blue DownEast shirt, layered with her white cardigan. She's accessorized her outfit with her silver and purple barbie purse and the chunky pink barbie necklace that once held little barbie candies.
From the bottom
Sorry that it's a little blurry.
From the bottom we see her new church shoes. Inside out of course, with purple socks and her fuchsia stretch pants.
Do I Look Handsome? Or Great?
From down the hallway I hear that coming from my 3 yo Sassy, directed at her brother. "Link! Come see my outfit! Do I look handsome? Or Great?"
More detailed photos on their way.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
'Super Fun' School Halloween Parties
Oh wait....Fall Festival party. Right?
Just got a call from the party planner for George's 2nd grade class. She obviously doesn't know how much I love to bake and create fancy treats - cause she said she's got the food all covered and I'm bringing paper plates and napkins. Hmmmph. Ok, so what is the food you ask?
Are you ready for this awesomeness?
Mini bagels....and cream cheese!!!
Soooo, it's a Halloween party. There's costumes. And they get mini bagels and cream cheese? ::said very slowly for effect:: So boring. The first problem is that the school insists on having the party at 8:30 in the morning. For several reasons. Costumes all day would be disruptive. It would also expose those children (whose parents think Halloween is evil) to the halloween stuff. And by having it first thing in the morning, those parents can keep their children home until 9:30, thereby saving them from the evilness of the Halloween party.
I probably sound like such a brat, but I just hate this stuff. The few are SO loud about their annoyances that the many have to bend and accomodate. Stay tuned when the Christmas, I mean Holiday stuff pops up.
Would it be totally rude if I showed up with fancy cupcakes anyway? The kids wouldn't even want a stupid mini bagel with cream cheese. Maybe I'll show up with them at 3:20 - 10 minutes before the end of the day and have them individually wrapped so the kids can take them home. That wouldn't be rude, would it?
Just got a call from the party planner for George's 2nd grade class. She obviously doesn't know how much I love to bake and create fancy treats - cause she said she's got the food all covered and I'm bringing paper plates and napkins. Hmmmph. Ok, so what is the food you ask?
Are you ready for this awesomeness?
Mini bagels....and cream cheese!!!
Soooo, it's a Halloween party. There's costumes. And they get mini bagels and cream cheese? ::said very slowly for effect:: So boring. The first problem is that the school insists on having the party at 8:30 in the morning. For several reasons. Costumes all day would be disruptive. It would also expose those children (whose parents think Halloween is evil) to the halloween stuff. And by having it first thing in the morning, those parents can keep their children home until 9:30, thereby saving them from the evilness of the Halloween party.
I probably sound like such a brat, but I just hate this stuff. The few are SO loud about their annoyances that the many have to bend and accomodate. Stay tuned when the Christmas, I mean Holiday stuff pops up.
Would it be totally rude if I showed up with fancy cupcakes anyway? The kids wouldn't even want a stupid mini bagel with cream cheese. Maybe I'll show up with them at 3:20 - 10 minutes before the end of the day and have them individually wrapped so the kids can take them home. That wouldn't be rude, would it?
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Where's the Snow???
Are you gonna do like you did ALL last winter? Forecast inches and
inches of snow and leave us wondering where it is? What snow? 6-12? 4-9?
You're playing with the happiness of little snow princesses like
this . . .
And since when does the 'weather girl' get to have a big coffee-like drink topped with whipped cream right there on her desk on the air? Some of us are trying to break up with things like whipped cream.
Rude.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Remember the Speeding Ticket?
:::::swig of soda:::::sitting down, arranging papers so I get the facts right:::::leaning back with my macbook in my lap:::::sighing with relief because Sassy is asleep on the couch next to me and the boys won't be home from school for 35 more minutes:::::
Begin.
This is killing me, btw, cause I'm SO sucked into the book and I want to keep reading and reading and reading. But because I'm so devoted to my blog fans, all 6 of you, I'm (there's a puppy licking my ear.....) stopping my reading to share this awesome story with you.
So, got the speeding ticket back in June. As a recap, I passed through the expresstoll and found myself surrounded by cones, slowed down to see what was going on in time to see the two cops sitting on the side of the road with their blasted mph guns and then got pulled over. He said there were signs telling me that it was 55 in a construction zone and I was going 70. I didn't see any signs. The regular speed limit is 70. But who in their right mind argues with a cop while he's standing there with a pen in his hand? He tried to make me feel better by saying that he wasn't going to charge me double for the construction zone violation and wrote the 4 point ticket for only $162.00. Then he gave me the stuff about sending it in by a certain date, or showing up for court to contest it by another date.
I chose to contest it.
We showed up today. Ready to pay less of it and call it done. Instead, we get in line and the lady passes us a new sheet of paper. She proceeds to tell us that because it was within a 'construction zone' we can't offer a plea. And because we didn't pay it already, we now owe 188.50. Our other option is to set a further date and show up in court with the cop who wrote the ticket.
Pay more?
Ummmmm, mister cop man might have been kind enough to say that I wouldn't be able to plea. Huh.
Hmmmph. ( I keep making this noise to myself )
So I guess we're adjurned until December 9 at 2 pm. No way I was going to roll over and write them a check for $188 today.
No.
Way.
Hmmph.
Love you gize. Even after the cake contest. See how loyal I am?
Begin.
This is killing me, btw, cause I'm SO sucked into the book and I want to keep reading and reading and reading. But because I'm so devoted to my blog fans, all 6 of you, I'm (there's a puppy licking my ear.....) stopping my reading to share this awesome story with you.
So, got the speeding ticket back in June. As a recap, I passed through the expresstoll and found myself surrounded by cones, slowed down to see what was going on in time to see the two cops sitting on the side of the road with their blasted mph guns and then got pulled over. He said there were signs telling me that it was 55 in a construction zone and I was going 70. I didn't see any signs. The regular speed limit is 70. But who in their right mind argues with a cop while he's standing there with a pen in his hand? He tried to make me feel better by saying that he wasn't going to charge me double for the construction zone violation and wrote the 4 point ticket for only $162.00. Then he gave me the stuff about sending it in by a certain date, or showing up for court to contest it by another date.
I chose to contest it.
We showed up today. Ready to pay less of it and call it done. Instead, we get in line and the lady passes us a new sheet of paper. She proceeds to tell us that because it was within a 'construction zone' we can't offer a plea. And because we didn't pay it already, we now owe 188.50. Our other option is to set a further date and show up in court with the cop who wrote the ticket.
Pay more?
Ummmmm, mister cop man might have been kind enough to say that I wouldn't be able to plea. Huh.
Hmmmph. ( I keep making this noise to myself )
So I guess we're adjurned until December 9 at 2 pm. No way I was going to roll over and write them a check for $188 today.
No.
Way.
Hmmph.
Love you gize. Even after the cake contest. See how loyal I am?
Sunday, August 30, 2009
My Dear John Letter
Dear Food,
I hope you can forgive me for doing this in a letter. It's hard for me to say the things that I need to, and I know that I might falter if I try to have this one-sided discussion with you face to face. We've been together for so long. You mean so much to me. I know that I wouldn't ever be able to survive without you. But, I think you've been dishonest with me. You made me think that the more time we spent together, the happier I would be. For a while, it was true. So many happy moments, joyful times and sweet, sweet morsels. Great memories. I love to introduce you to my friends. And you're always so willing to let me dress you up or change you around. I can get you all fixed up and take you places. People LOVE you! And then they love me for sharing you.
But over the last few weeks, especially, I've been feeling like you're taking over. You're so busy looking good and being great, that I've completely stopped taking care of myself. I've allowed you to take control. Now, I'm tired all the time. I'm sluggish. My self-esteem has been damaged. I've had to change my clothes, even. And you completely took my good friend Gym away from me. I haven't seen Gym in so long. We used to get together 5 or 6 times a week!
This week I was particularly not feeling well and I tried to spend time with you - expecting that you would make me feel better. But instead, I realized that it only made me feel worse. You aren't as sweet and lovely as you used to be.
I hope that we can still be friends. Obviously, we can't end our relationship entirely. Civility may be our only route from here. I hope you can forgive me and I know you won't miss me as much as I'll miss you, but I know you can find someone else. You really can be so irresistible.
Best of luck,
Me.
I hope you can forgive me for doing this in a letter. It's hard for me to say the things that I need to, and I know that I might falter if I try to have this one-sided discussion with you face to face. We've been together for so long. You mean so much to me. I know that I wouldn't ever be able to survive without you. But, I think you've been dishonest with me. You made me think that the more time we spent together, the happier I would be. For a while, it was true. So many happy moments, joyful times and sweet, sweet morsels. Great memories. I love to introduce you to my friends. And you're always so willing to let me dress you up or change you around. I can get you all fixed up and take you places. People LOVE you! And then they love me for sharing you.
But over the last few weeks, especially, I've been feeling like you're taking over. You're so busy looking good and being great, that I've completely stopped taking care of myself. I've allowed you to take control. Now, I'm tired all the time. I'm sluggish. My self-esteem has been damaged. I've had to change my clothes, even. And you completely took my good friend Gym away from me. I haven't seen Gym in so long. We used to get together 5 or 6 times a week!
This week I was particularly not feeling well and I tried to spend time with you - expecting that you would make me feel better. But instead, I realized that it only made me feel worse. You aren't as sweet and lovely as you used to be.
I hope that we can still be friends. Obviously, we can't end our relationship entirely. Civility may be our only route from here. I hope you can forgive me and I know you won't miss me as much as I'll miss you, but I know you can find someone else. You really can be so irresistible.
Best of luck,
Me.
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Regarding Nellie
Some of you LOVE this topic.
Anyway - put Nellie up for adoption, just to see what would happen. The first interest was a really nice lady. Except she's in WA and I'd have to double the cost of the dog just to cover the cost of shipping her. One thing the lady pointed out was that I might want to wait until Nellie is spayed before I sell her, otherwise someone might buy her just for breeding. Oh great. Thanks for that perspective. That sounds just horrible, doesn't it? So this is the email I just got, from prospective buyer #2.
"Hello how are u doing. i like to know is if the puppy is still available for sale because i am interested, and i will like to know what the final price is. i like to read from u asap.
Donald.."
I'm pausing, so you can take it all in. Yes, it's word for word. Exact quote. Cut and paste.
I emailed back asking him to tell me more about himself. I haven't heard back from him. Perhaps he's in the middle of his songing practice. I hope he isn't just looking for mudders. Eees no goot.
In all seriousness, there's so little to his email. No personality. No emotion. I will not sell my princess-like Nellie to someone who might turn her into a goose-dog.
Anyway - put Nellie up for adoption, just to see what would happen. The first interest was a really nice lady. Except she's in WA and I'd have to double the cost of the dog just to cover the cost of shipping her. One thing the lady pointed out was that I might want to wait until Nellie is spayed before I sell her, otherwise someone might buy her just for breeding. Oh great. Thanks for that perspective. That sounds just horrible, doesn't it? So this is the email I just got, from prospective buyer #2.
"Hello how are u doing. i like to know is if the puppy is still available for sale because i am interested, and i will like to know what the final price is. i like to read from u asap.
Donald.."
I'm pausing, so you can take it all in. Yes, it's word for word. Exact quote. Cut and paste.
I emailed back asking him to tell me more about himself. I haven't heard back from him. Perhaps he's in the middle of his songing practice. I hope he isn't just looking for mudders. Eees no goot.
In all seriousness, there's so little to his email. No personality. No emotion. I will not sell my princess-like Nellie to someone who might turn her into a goose-dog.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Dig In Project #2
Or maybe I should say, dig out? You see, we just painted and did some decorating in our bedroom. It's lovely and peaceful and relaxing. Except that underneath it all, lurks the monster of disorganization. My drawers are filled with clothing that no longer fits. Three drawers house the nicks and nacks that collect on the dresser and are then hastily swept in to create the illusion of neat and tidy. Three THREE drawers full of nicks and nacks that have no home - some of which I haven't seen in years. Around the corner and through the bathroom you'll find our closet. Also a pitiful display. Just pit-eee-ful! I suppose I could have taken a picture and posted it yesterday as yet another example of how loving and supportive my Honey is. I know this stuff drives him up the wall.
And so, my dear friends, whilst walking through the beloved Costco near my home, I spotted this lovely little shelf, organizer thingy. My mind began to spin about the closet and so I brought it home. This was 3 or 4 weeks ago I think. I've since been trying to remember what it was exactly that possessed me to tackle such a project.
You will not receive any before photos. I'm sorry. My kitchen was acceptably bad and I was not ashamed to show you what was happening behind closed cabinet doors. My bedroom and my closet are shammmmmmmmeful. Let's just say, I couldn't get to the back of the closet for the mounds of stuff on the floor. I will, however, post something in the intermediate stages and then the finished product.
The first couple of hours were spent emptying and dismantling the mess. Now? I must face it and sort it. 'Search and Destroy' may have to be my motto. Bags of clothing and shoes may be waking up in the thrifty store.
I suppose my lunch break is about over. Otherwise I might find a comfy spot on the davenport and not move until the boys return home from school.
Did you really use the word Davenport? What the...? That's what my grandparents called their couch. In the dictionary a davenport is 'a large sofa, often convertible into a bed.' I suppose it goes along with 'pocketbook' (a purse or handbag) and 'parambulator' (a wheeled device in which one places a baby and pushes while walking).
Remember the Spongebob episode when he's supposed to write a 500 word essay about what not to do at a stop light? He spends all night feeding Gary, cleaning his kitchen, calling Patrick and then blaming Patrick for interupting him, talking to the delivery guy at the door, etc., and then he falls asleep at his desk? Yeeeaaah. That would be me...right now. Right. Now. Still typing.... Ok, fine! I'll go work on that dumb closet.
Sheesh! You don't have to be so bossy!
:)
And so, my dear friends, whilst walking through the beloved Costco near my home, I spotted this lovely little shelf, organizer thingy. My mind began to spin about the closet and so I brought it home. This was 3 or 4 weeks ago I think. I've since been trying to remember what it was exactly that possessed me to tackle such a project.
You will not receive any before photos. I'm sorry. My kitchen was acceptably bad and I was not ashamed to show you what was happening behind closed cabinet doors. My bedroom and my closet are shammmmmmmmeful. Let's just say, I couldn't get to the back of the closet for the mounds of stuff on the floor. I will, however, post something in the intermediate stages and then the finished product.
The first couple of hours were spent emptying and dismantling the mess. Now? I must face it and sort it. 'Search and Destroy' may have to be my motto. Bags of clothing and shoes may be waking up in the thrifty store.
I suppose my lunch break is about over. Otherwise I might find a comfy spot on the davenport and not move until the boys return home from school.
Wait!
Did you really use the word Davenport? What the...? That's what my grandparents called their couch. In the dictionary a davenport is 'a large sofa, often convertible into a bed.' I suppose it goes along with 'pocketbook' (a purse or handbag) and 'parambulator' (a wheeled device in which one places a baby and pushes while walking).
Remember the Spongebob episode when he's supposed to write a 500 word essay about what not to do at a stop light? He spends all night feeding Gary, cleaning his kitchen, calling Patrick and then blaming Patrick for interupting him, talking to the delivery guy at the door, etc., and then he falls asleep at his desk? Yeeeaaah. That would be me...right now. Right. Now. Still typing.... Ok, fine! I'll go work on that dumb closet.
Sheesh! You don't have to be so bossy!
:)
Monday, August 10, 2009
Why I Love My Honey
It's our 12th anniversary. This year, we went out to dinner and a movie over the weekend, and Honey bought me some gorgeous flowers. I thought I would show you just a few reasons why I love my Honey so much (in no particular order...)
He's a Great Father
Trying to get naked pictures of the newborn George, and when he got cold and started crying, Brian leaned over him to warm him up.
Here's George, crying again, and Honey's face is precious. Self-explanatory, don't you think? One of my favorites.
Another self-explanatory photo, and yet again, it's George. Look at how much that little baby loves his daddy.
He Works Hard
He Works Hard
We finished our backyard together, but most definitely he did most of the work.
Works hard, even when it's putting things like this together at midnight on Christmas Eve.
He Supports Me in the Things That Mean So Much
My first day through the Temple.
Link's Baptism.
I love you, Honey. So very, very much. Happy 12th!!
I love you, Honey. So very, very much. Happy 12th!!
Thursday, July 30, 2009
In Honor of New Moon
Let me first explain to you that I am an Edward girl. I find very little about Jacob appealing. He's warm-blooded, which is a plus. But he's an arrogant little boy, with a temper. And, he wears an old pair of worn out cut off sweats. Yes, I know why. But it still bugs me, okay?
Even so...I have always very strongly felt that the song I'm Your Man by Michael Buble is so purely a 'Jacob' theme song. I have to share it with you. I'm trying to get a sound file. Can't figure it out. But check back, cause I might just get it. I've gathered a few photos that I thought were appropriate.
Here are the song lyrics.
Girls, I cannot tell you enough how much better this song is when you actually listen to it. He sings it with so much intensity.
Going back to the way I felt the first time I read New Moon, I was very annoyed with Edward. I understood his reasons, but it felt very torturous. Seriously? That first half of the book tore my heart out. Even so, I kept waiting for something like the next picture to happen.
Or the next one......
Or better yet -
:::holding my breath:::
Even so...I have always very strongly felt that the song I'm Your Man by Michael Buble is so purely a 'Jacob' theme song. I have to share it with you. I'm trying to get a sound file. Can't figure it out. But check back, cause I might just get it. I've gathered a few photos that I thought were appropriate.
Can you stand it? I can't. I just can't.
Here are the song lyrics.
I'm Your Man
Michael Buble
If you want a lover
I'll do anything you ask me to
And if you want another kind of love
I'll wear a mask for you
If you want a partner
Take my hand
Or if you want to strike me down in anger
Here I stand
I'm your man
If you want a boxer
I will step into the ring for you
And if you want a doctor
I'll examine every inch of you
If you want a driver
Climb inside
Or if you want to take me for a ride
You know you can
'Cause I'm your man
Ah, the moon's too bright
The chains too tight
The beast won't go to sleep
I've been running through these promises to you
That I made and could not keep
Ah but a man never got a woman back
If not by begging on his knees
I'd crawl to you baby
And I'd fall at your feet
I'd howl at your beauty
Like a dog in heat
And I'd claw at your heart
And I'd tear at your sheet
I'd say please
'Cause I'm your man
And if you've got to sleep
A moment on the road
I will steer for you
And if you want to work the street alone
I'll disappear for you
And If you want a father for your child
Or only want to walk with me a while
Across the sand
Well, I'm your man
Ah, the moon's too bright
The chains too tight
The beast won't go to sleep
I've been running through these promises to you
That I made and could not keep
Ah but a man never got a woman back
Not by begging on his knees
I'd crawl to you baby
And I'd fall at your feet
I'd howl at your beauty
Like a dog in heat
And I'd claw at your heart
And I'd tear at your sheet
I'd say please
'Cause I'm your man
I'm your man.
'Cause I'm your man.
Michael Buble
If you want a lover
I'll do anything you ask me to
And if you want another kind of love
I'll wear a mask for you
If you want a partner
Take my hand
Or if you want to strike me down in anger
Here I stand
I'm your man
If you want a boxer
I will step into the ring for you
And if you want a doctor
I'll examine every inch of you
If you want a driver
Climb inside
Or if you want to take me for a ride
You know you can
'Cause I'm your man
Ah, the moon's too bright
The chains too tight
The beast won't go to sleep
I've been running through these promises to you
That I made and could not keep
Ah but a man never got a woman back
If not by begging on his knees
I'd crawl to you baby
And I'd fall at your feet
I'd howl at your beauty
Like a dog in heat
And I'd claw at your heart
And I'd tear at your sheet
I'd say please
'Cause I'm your man
And if you've got to sleep
A moment on the road
I will steer for you
And if you want to work the street alone
I'll disappear for you
And If you want a father for your child
Or only want to walk with me a while
Across the sand
Well, I'm your man
Ah, the moon's too bright
The chains too tight
The beast won't go to sleep
I've been running through these promises to you
That I made and could not keep
Ah but a man never got a woman back
Not by begging on his knees
I'd crawl to you baby
And I'd fall at your feet
I'd howl at your beauty
Like a dog in heat
And I'd claw at your heart
And I'd tear at your sheet
I'd say please
'Cause I'm your man
I'm your man.
'Cause I'm your man.
Girls, I cannot tell you enough how much better this song is when you actually listen to it. He sings it with so much intensity.
Going back to the way I felt the first time I read New Moon, I was very annoyed with Edward. I understood his reasons, but it felt very torturous. Seriously? That first half of the book tore my heart out. Even so, I kept waiting for something like the next picture to happen.
Or the next one......
Or better yet -
:::holding my breath:::
Just let that fluffy soft little feather float slowly through the air and settle down wherever you imagine it to settle.
If you do not know the significance of the feather - heaven and earth! you need to find out.
And for those of you who didn't really enjoy the feather,
or ever get around to finding out that much,
(you know who you are);
despite being a little confused, I have only frail amounts of pity for you.
So, here's to New Moon. This post is a bit premature, I know.
But the pictures are so pleasant to look at.
Aren't they?
If you do not know the significance of the feather - heaven and earth! you need to find out.
And for those of you who didn't really enjoy the feather,
or ever get around to finding out that much,
(you know who you are);
despite being a little confused, I have only frail amounts of pity for you.
So, here's to New Moon. This post is a bit premature, I know.
But the pictures are so pleasant to look at.
Aren't they?
Went to Hades Shopping for School Supplies
Not on purpose. I always start with a fabulously optimistic attitude. They're going back to school, for Pete's sake (and who is Pete?). It's a wonderful occasion.
I. Can't. Wait.
So, we head off to the store. I have the list. I'm ready. I did it last year. And the year before that. And the year before that....... It wasn't that bad. Hah! Who am I kidding? Here's the list, combined. Items for a second grader and a fourth grader.
But, I'm digressing. The list itself is not what makes me insane. It's the stinking store and how badly they have it all arranged. First snag came with the colored pencils. No Crayola 12 ct. So, too bad! I'm sending Rose. Lysol wipes, have to get them somewhere else, along with the kleenex and the ziploc bags. Dry board erasers are sold out. Can't find pink erasers....oh - there they are. In a 6 pack. We only need 2. I'll have 4 floating around my house or cluttering up my newly reorganized junk drawer. Highlighters come in pkgs of a minimum of three. So, we get an extra one of those too. Here's my biggest beef with the store. We have a specific list of folders and notebooks. Paper is in one place, notebooks are in another, folders are in a big fat nightmare of a mess and other things like notebook dividers and a steno are nowhere to be found. All of the plastic folders are gone except for purple. Some have pockets with brads, or pockets without brads, or no pockets and brads. The shelves are over-flowing with the fancy folders, pictures and junk. We don't need those! But there's 5 million of them and the plastic solid color folders are gone. Get a clue Target!!! Same with notebooks. Five million notebooks with stupid pictures on them. The black composition books are with the school supplies, but the colored ones are in the office supplies, along with the notebook dividers and the steno. Wait...there isn't a steno there, either. Couldn't find a single steno. Sassy is crying because she wants school supplies too. The boys keep saying sentences starting with, "What about..." "Don't forget that I need..." "Mom, can I have...."
Note to self...next year - pay for the stinking pre-assembled pack of school supplies. Save yourself the headache.
P.S. -- can't get this puppy house trained. She's killing me, people!!! Killing me! I shampooed the carpet today, to start with a fresh slate. She went on a walk with Will, pee'd on the walk. Pee'd outside. Proceeded to come inside and pee on the freshly cleaned carpet. I'm tearing my hair out. And what will Landee say about it today, I wonder. Hmmmmm.... lay it on me girlie. I'm ready.
I. Can't. Wait.
So, we head off to the store. I have the list. I'm ready. I did it last year. And the year before that. And the year before that....... It wasn't that bad. Hah! Who am I kidding? Here's the list, combined. Items for a second grader and a fourth grader.
- 1 old sock
- 2 boxes Crayola colored pencils - 12 ct.
- 1 box Crayola crayons - 24 ct.
- Crayola Fine Markers - classic
- 2 containers disinfectant wipes - Lysol
- 1 dry board eraser
- 3 boxes Expo dry erase markers - wide
- 2 pink erasers
- Folders-bottom pockets/brads - 1 red, 1 blue
- Folders-plastic/no brads - 1 each; yellow, red, green, blue, purple
- 1 8oz Elmers glue
- 4 large Elmers glue sticks
- 2 different color highlighters (for the 4th grader)
- highlighters multi pack (for the 2nd grader)
- 4 boxes of kleenex
- 5 Mead composition books
- 1 pkg notebook paper - wide rule
- 1 Steno notebook - 6x9
- 1" 3 ring view finder binder
- 1 1/2" 3 ring view finder binder
- Notebook dividers with tabs - 1 pkg of 5
- 2 black or blue pens
- 6 dozen #2 Dixon sharpened pencils
- 1 pencil bag
- 3 pkgs 3x3 50 ct post its
- 1 ruler - 12" metric and standard
- 2 pairs pointed fiskars scissors
- 2 Sharpie marker - fine pt black
- 1 spiral notebook - wide rule
- 1 box Ziploc bags - gallon zipper
- 1 box Ziploc bags - sandwich
But, I'm digressing. The list itself is not what makes me insane. It's the stinking store and how badly they have it all arranged. First snag came with the colored pencils. No Crayola 12 ct. So, too bad! I'm sending Rose. Lysol wipes, have to get them somewhere else, along with the kleenex and the ziploc bags. Dry board erasers are sold out. Can't find pink erasers....oh - there they are. In a 6 pack. We only need 2. I'll have 4 floating around my house or cluttering up my newly reorganized junk drawer. Highlighters come in pkgs of a minimum of three. So, we get an extra one of those too. Here's my biggest beef with the store. We have a specific list of folders and notebooks. Paper is in one place, notebooks are in another, folders are in a big fat nightmare of a mess and other things like notebook dividers and a steno are nowhere to be found. All of the plastic folders are gone except for purple. Some have pockets with brads, or pockets without brads, or no pockets and brads. The shelves are over-flowing with the fancy folders, pictures and junk. We don't need those! But there's 5 million of them and the plastic solid color folders are gone. Get a clue Target!!! Same with notebooks. Five million notebooks with stupid pictures on them. The black composition books are with the school supplies, but the colored ones are in the office supplies, along with the notebook dividers and the steno. Wait...there isn't a steno there, either. Couldn't find a single steno. Sassy is crying because she wants school supplies too. The boys keep saying sentences starting with, "What about..." "Don't forget that I need..." "Mom, can I have...."
Note to self...next year - pay for the stinking pre-assembled pack of school supplies. Save yourself the headache.
P.S. -- can't get this puppy house trained. She's killing me, people!!! Killing me! I shampooed the carpet today, to start with a fresh slate. She went on a walk with Will, pee'd on the walk. Pee'd outside. Proceeded to come inside and pee on the freshly cleaned carpet. I'm tearing my hair out. And what will Landee say about it today, I wonder. Hmmmmm.... lay it on me girlie. I'm ready.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
A Breath of Freshy Fresh Air
Anyway, on to some photos from my little impromptu get-out-of-town.
Here's the crew. Sassy, George, Ethan, Link and Caleb. Ethan and Sassy were born only 4 days apart from each other. My sis had just gotten home from the hospital with Ethan when I called her to tell her my water had broken. I just think that's cool. Anyway, here we are with the kids in the car, going to drive around and view the scenery.
And, here's the scenery. This is the lake view above Meadowlark Lake. It's a cliff. I was having a heart attack the whole time we were there. I remember being so annoyed that my mom would feel that way, but wow. It freaked me out.
Gotta get a picture of me with the kids. It was pretty chilly up there.
Kids hanging around at the cabin. This is George and Ethan.
Had to get a photo of this face.
Popcorn and a movie. Finally sitting still for a few minutes at least. George, Sassy, Link, Caleb and Ethan.
Photos with Papa Bob and Grandma Jean.
Awwww......that picture's a keeper.
Had to stop and get a picture by the creek.
We'll be back up here in a few weeks, and I'll give you some more pictures then.
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