I love this little girl's sunny disposition in the face of all that "rain". Wonder what she needs all that salt for anyway? Is she making margaritas? Where is she going? I gotta find this chick.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
strep throat anyone?
I love this little girl's sunny disposition in the face of all that "rain". Wonder what she needs all that salt for anyway? Is she making margaritas? Where is she going? I gotta find this chick.
Monday, January 28, 2008
the new baby "in town"
Congratulations to Leah and her Beloved and their family on the birth of Sofia Grace.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
tagged
OK, PJ, I saw that I was tagged on your blog site. I, too, am fairly new to this whole thing, so bear with me. Though I don't mind being tagged at all, since probably about 4 people read my blog, I think I will only tag my sister, as she needs to update her blog (not public) because her last entry is dated November 30, 2007.
So, Liz, you are tagged! Here are the rules (follow them as you see fit):
The rules for this meme are:(1) Link to the person that tagged you.(2) Post the rules on your blog.(3) Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself.(4) Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs.(5) Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website.
Without further adieu, six non-important things about me:
1) I think anything can be a piece of art. I once bought shadow boxes and framed 4 forks and 4 knives and 4 spoons in each. Then I hung them in my dining room. I thought that was the coolest thing. Still do, despite the fact that the silverplate tarnished (ah, the pleasures of gas heat) and I got tired of taking the frames apart to polish the utensils. I now have my grandmother's measuring cup (which is aluminum) which she used for many many years in a shadow box designed to hold a baseball or softball.
2) Folding clothes is an area where I tend to be quite A-R/OCD. Each thing has to be folded just the right way. I know, I know, they make medicine for that.
3) My house is dusty and I cannot stand to dust. I am considering telling visitors that the dust layer is an art medium for my children, in case they have a moment of creativity.
4) I love to throw a party. In fact, I am thinking of making number 1's thirteenth party a 1950's Sock-Hop theme and not only inviting her friends, but their parents as well!!!
5) If, as a teenager, I could have seen in a crystal ball the prude I would turn into by the age of 40, I may have died laughing.
6) I hate television. The only thing worth watching is stuff I have seen a gajillion times, such as every Bewitched episode (the first Darrin was the best), or I Dream of Jeanie (never liked Major Nelson or his stupid friend).
So, Liz, you are tagged! Here are the rules (follow them as you see fit):
The rules for this meme are:(1) Link to the person that tagged you.(2) Post the rules on your blog.(3) Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself.(4) Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs.(5) Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website.
Without further adieu, six non-important things about me:
1) I think anything can be a piece of art. I once bought shadow boxes and framed 4 forks and 4 knives and 4 spoons in each. Then I hung them in my dining room. I thought that was the coolest thing. Still do, despite the fact that the silverplate tarnished (ah, the pleasures of gas heat) and I got tired of taking the frames apart to polish the utensils. I now have my grandmother's measuring cup (which is aluminum) which she used for many many years in a shadow box designed to hold a baseball or softball.
2) Folding clothes is an area where I tend to be quite A-R/OCD. Each thing has to be folded just the right way. I know, I know, they make medicine for that.
3) My house is dusty and I cannot stand to dust. I am considering telling visitors that the dust layer is an art medium for my children, in case they have a moment of creativity.
4) I love to throw a party. In fact, I am thinking of making number 1's thirteenth party a 1950's Sock-Hop theme and not only inviting her friends, but their parents as well!!!
5) If, as a teenager, I could have seen in a crystal ball the prude I would turn into by the age of 40, I may have died laughing.
6) I hate television. The only thing worth watching is stuff I have seen a gajillion times, such as every Bewitched episode (the first Darrin was the best), or I Dream of Jeanie (never liked Major Nelson or his stupid friend).
a great gift
Tonight was the first night of our Christmas gift to my father-in-law.
His Christmas present was a little "coupon book" filled with dates that we marked in our calendars, one Sunday per month, where I fix a meal and we have him over. That way he gets a home cooked meal on a regular basis and, more importantly, we get to spend time with him. It was so wonderful. Everyone pitched in and spiffed up the house. I even got a little help in the kitchen.
He enjoys German food, so I made something my Mom just told me about. On top of boneless/skinless chicken breasts you put drained and rinsed sauerkraut, thousand island dressing, and Swiss cheese. Cover with foil and bake at 350 for an hour. Easy and quite tasty.
Yep, I can see that this Christmas present is going to be a great gift - for ALL of us - the whole year through!
His Christmas present was a little "coupon book" filled with dates that we marked in our calendars, one Sunday per month, where I fix a meal and we have him over. That way he gets a home cooked meal on a regular basis and, more importantly, we get to spend time with him. It was so wonderful. Everyone pitched in and spiffed up the house. I even got a little help in the kitchen.
He enjoys German food, so I made something my Mom just told me about. On top of boneless/skinless chicken breasts you put drained and rinsed sauerkraut, thousand island dressing, and Swiss cheese. Cover with foil and bake at 350 for an hour. Easy and quite tasty.
Yep, I can see that this Christmas present is going to be a great gift - for ALL of us - the whole year through!
Saturday, January 26, 2008
on being stalked
Today I realized that I have a stalker. I believe that he has been stalking me for quite awhile now. I'm so ready for him to get lost. He's always following me. Every time I turn around, he's there. I catch a glimpse of him in the reflection when I pass by a store front. Totally weirds me out.
Though I am not going to expose him, I'm not going to reveal his true identity, here is a picture which sort of gives you an idea of what he looks like.
Friday, January 25, 2008
things you wish you could say out loud
When you walk into the room in which your 2 year old has been very quiet and you find that he has smeared Desitin diaper rash cream all over his face, don't you just wish you could bust out laughing and call him a "butt head"?
Rule #127 Name calling is not nice.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
phenomenonal
phenomenon: "That which strikes one as strange, unusual, or unaccountable; an extraordinary or very remarkable person, thing, or occurrence."
King is out of town this week. For the second week in a row. I think in Latin that would be translated as: sola parenta.
Every time (and that is no exaggeration) he leaves the city limits, there is chaos waiting in the wings.
Here is a little list to bring you "up to speed" on this week's chaos:
-The 2 year old has some strange virus and has been running a high fever and hallucinating all night.
-The 10 month old is teething and is cranky and is up and crying half the night.
-If that is not nearly enough fun and excitement for one old dame, there was tonight's trip to the ER in which #3 got a stitch in her top lip.
Yes, that's right folks, I got to spend a huge chunk of time and money at one of our local hospitals trying to calm an 8 year old's nerves about her first experience with "stitches". This sweet cherub was at a roller skating party where the climax of the party was to skate in the dark - no lights except for a disco ball.
Y'know how the lights go round and round and when you are skating one way, the lights are turning the other way?
Well, she got disoriented and fell. (Heck, I am about to fall off my computer desk chair just imagining it.) She then hit her face right on the shiny wooden floor, breaking her fall with her top lip. And, well, her front tooth - you know, that big one right there on top? It pierced her top lip. Of course it wouldn't have been so exciting for all the other party-goers if there had not been so much blood. And screaming. And a trail leading all the way to the girl's room.
*sigh*
God bless that sweet little thing. She was so brave. Once we were in the exam room where it was light enough for these old eyes to see, she sheepishly asked "Do you think I'll have to have stitches?"
"I'd have to guess yes, honey."
She got so anxious about it all that her body started shaking and she grew quite pale and very cold. She couldn't control her shivers. But she was very brave. She wanted to know if I was scared when I had to have stitches. To further calm her nerves, I read aloud to her two stories from Guideposts. One was about a man who takes handicapped kids out on horse carriage rides. The other was about a lady who took in a stray kitten and somehow it related back to her grown son whose life was "astray".
After I finished the stories, the doctor came in and gave my sweet girl her first stitch. She hardly even winced (may I recommend Zap!). I was so proud of her.
Anyway, we are home now. Tired. Sore. Swollen. Poorer. Yet, richer. But mostly tired.
Yep, God carried me through this crazy day, an all around phenomenal day.
King is out of town this week. For the second week in a row. I think in Latin that would be translated as: sola parenta.
Every time (and that is no exaggeration) he leaves the city limits, there is chaos waiting in the wings.
Here is a little list to bring you "up to speed" on this week's chaos:
-The 2 year old has some strange virus and has been running a high fever and hallucinating all night.
-The 10 month old is teething and is cranky and is up and crying half the night.
-If that is not nearly enough fun and excitement for one old dame, there was tonight's trip to the ER in which #3 got a stitch in her top lip.
Yes, that's right folks, I got to spend a huge chunk of time and money at one of our local hospitals trying to calm an 8 year old's nerves about her first experience with "stitches". This sweet cherub was at a roller skating party where the climax of the party was to skate in the dark - no lights except for a disco ball.
Y'know how the lights go round and round and when you are skating one way, the lights are turning the other way?
Well, she got disoriented and fell. (Heck, I am about to fall off my computer desk chair just imagining it.) She then hit her face right on the shiny wooden floor, breaking her fall with her top lip. And, well, her front tooth - you know, that big one right there on top? It pierced her top lip. Of course it wouldn't have been so exciting for all the other party-goers if there had not been so much blood. And screaming. And a trail leading all the way to the girl's room.
*sigh*
God bless that sweet little thing. She was so brave. Once we were in the exam room where it was light enough for these old eyes to see, she sheepishly asked "Do you think I'll have to have stitches?"
"I'd have to guess yes, honey."
She got so anxious about it all that her body started shaking and she grew quite pale and very cold. She couldn't control her shivers. But she was very brave. She wanted to know if I was scared when I had to have stitches. To further calm her nerves, I read aloud to her two stories from Guideposts. One was about a man who takes handicapped kids out on horse carriage rides. The other was about a lady who took in a stray kitten and somehow it related back to her grown son whose life was "astray".
After I finished the stories, the doctor came in and gave my sweet girl her first stitch. She hardly even winced (may I recommend Zap!). I was so proud of her.
Anyway, we are home now. Tired. Sore. Swollen. Poorer. Yet, richer. But mostly tired.
Yep, God carried me through this crazy day, an all around phenomenal day.
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