Oh, how I hate the wind. Last night, it blew so hard. My neighbor's wind chimes were out of control and the wind carried the sound of the trains going by right to my window. We have a lot of trains going through Edmond in the middle of the night. Most of the time I can barely hear it.
Yesterday, the boys and I dyed Easter eggs. These eggs were hard boiled, until I realized they really weren't. Never fun finding that out. FYI: Soft-boiled eggs are just as messy as raw eggs. Rhett was disappointed because he really wanted to eat a hard-boiled egg. I am the one who broke them. One on the floor. Eww.
This morning, I woke Noah up. He said, "Mom, how am I going to get through 7 hours of school?" Poor kid. Doesn't realize how good he has it in first grade.
That is all I have.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Monday, March 29, 2010
don't tell my kids about this
Saturday, our church held their Easter Egg Hunt. We didn't go.
Look, I am all for having Easter Egg Hunts early. Well, not really. Seriously, I wasn't ready. We went to church yesterday and during Children's Moment, the lovely children's minister asked what next week was and my kids probably had no clue. What? Easter is here? Already?
At least that is what I thought. So when a friend at our soccer game on Saturday asked if we were going to hunt Easter Eggs that day, I balked. First, it was just awful outside. Windy, cold and rainy. Baa. Second, it wasn't Easter yet!
Am I making too big of deal out of this? Maybe. I said to my friend that I wish they could have it on Easter or even the day before. She said, "Oh. I guess. But I am sure they have a hard time fitting it all in." I don't see.
Luckily, our neighborhood is having an Easter Egg Hunt this coming Saturday. The day before Easter. And if we happen to miss that, I will hide Easter eggs in our backyard filled with goodies. Unless it is cold. Then it will be inside.
Look, I am all for having Easter Egg Hunts early. Well, not really. Seriously, I wasn't ready. We went to church yesterday and during Children's Moment, the lovely children's minister asked what next week was and my kids probably had no clue. What? Easter is here? Already?
At least that is what I thought. So when a friend at our soccer game on Saturday asked if we were going to hunt Easter Eggs that day, I balked. First, it was just awful outside. Windy, cold and rainy. Baa. Second, it wasn't Easter yet!
Am I making too big of deal out of this? Maybe. I said to my friend that I wish they could have it on Easter or even the day before. She said, "Oh. I guess. But I am sure they have a hard time fitting it all in." I don't see.
Luckily, our neighborhood is having an Easter Egg Hunt this coming Saturday. The day before Easter. And if we happen to miss that, I will hide Easter eggs in our backyard filled with goodies. Unless it is cold. Then it will be inside.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
sharing six things, mostly random things
- I'm missing my spellcheck on my blogger. Did you realize I
misspelledtypo-ed "statement" in my title from yesterday? - I'm eating jellybeans and my teeth will pay for it later, but oh well.
- I have my hair in a bun styled like Jessica Alba:
- I am, oh, so excited, for Lost tonight. Lots of answers await. Including, how old is Richard Alpert?
- I just finished reading Beautiful Creatures by Kari Garcia and Margaret Stohl. It was right up my alley: supernatural forces, love, drama, oh and southern roots thrown in. Awesome. Can't wait for the sequel in October.
- It looks like we are staying here until end of school year. I have mixed feelings about this. On one hand, I am happy the boys will get to finish out their year here. On another hand, we miss Seth. Only 2 more months, only 2 more months...
Monday, March 22, 2010
making a statemtent with my shoes
if the world was a village of 100 people
3 are slaves
23 drink polluted water
43 live on less than $2 a day
40 have no shoes
and so on.
What a statement. These shoes are made from hemp and recycled plastic bottles.
To be fair to myself, I have always had a wacky taste in shoes. I had yellow converse high-tops. I wore light brown suede ankle boots with shorts. I even owned a pair of plaid, canvas shoes with chunky heels. Those were not comfortable. So to buy plain black Toms wasn't in the cards for me. Not when I saw these. What can I say?
Does this mean I will give up my sheepskin and wool-lined boots that are not good for the environment?
Of course not, you silly!
But I think I just made my-Ugg-boot-wearing-self a little less guilty about it.
We all have to start somewhere.
And these were just so cute...
Thursday, March 18, 2010
a short note on family fun
Last night, the boys and I played Monopoly (not the junior kind) and it was actually fun. No having to count out their money-both made change like math whizzes! No need to read the cards (although I have to say that Community Chest and Chance are a little outdated...guess that is why they have a new Monopoly game out there). Heck, they even made sure to pay rent on the space they landed on, even if Rhett we weren't paying attention (I can't say I did the same every time). This was the first time playing that game didn't seem like a chore. (No offense to my two offspring).
I don't know how it will go once their dad plays with them. He is a shark and has bankrupted me quickly before. Until I played with Seth, I had no idea that the game could end. :)
Have a good day!
I don't know how it will go once their dad plays with them. He is a shark and has bankrupted me quickly before. Until I played with Seth, I had no idea that the game could end. :)
Have a good day!
Friday, March 12, 2010
it's time for a catch up
We still haven't moved.
Rhett is having a Hippy Party today in his honor in his class. Although we keep pushing the move date back, his teacher says she still is having the party for him and she is glad to keep him for a while longer.
Noah has started soccer and loves it. Really loves it. Noah doesn't like physical activity, so I am super excited. It only took 3 years.
Speaking of physical activity, today the boys are getting roller blades. I promised. It is Spring Break next week and that seems like a good time to learn roller blading. They really want to play Ice Hockey, so I told them they must learn how to skate first. First step: Learn how to roller blading. Second step: See if we get past the first step. Third step: If they are successful and still love it and still want to play ice hockey, we will start going to the ice rink and practice ice skating. If after all of that they still want to play ice hockey, the rinks offer Ice Hockey camps and lessons, so that would be step 4. If they are committed, then I am willing. But we are not repeating another "I want to do this!" and four weeks later, after signing up for guitar lessons and buying an age appropriate guitar want to quit because it is too hard and we just don't like it! I know, I should have made Rhett continue on but it got to be a battle every day. I don't know how my mom did it. (Piano lessons for all of us. I do remember her threatening to ground me if I missed one more lesson, the only time I remember her threatening to do that). This has turned into something not about ice hockey so moving on...
My house is pretty and clean and freshly painted. Now please somebody buy it.
We have stopped going to Boy Scouts. Not because the boys stopped wanting to go, because I just don't want to take them. Is that sending a great message or what? Maybe I am the one with the problem and not the boys after all. See above rant about guitar lessons.
My mom and dad and my nephew are coming for a visit. It may be their last visit to this home. I am glad they are coming. Seth is coming home today too. Yay!
I have to go feed the dogs now. I think I have said pretty much all I wanted to say. Have a great weekend!
Rhett is having a Hippy Party today in his honor in his class. Although we keep pushing the move date back, his teacher says she still is having the party for him and she is glad to keep him for a while longer.
Noah has started soccer and loves it. Really loves it. Noah doesn't like physical activity, so I am super excited. It only took 3 years.
Speaking of physical activity, today the boys are getting roller blades. I promised. It is Spring Break next week and that seems like a good time to learn roller blading. They really want to play Ice Hockey, so I told them they must learn how to skate first. First step: Learn how to roller blading. Second step: See if we get past the first step. Third step: If they are successful and still love it and still want to play ice hockey, we will start going to the ice rink and practice ice skating. If after all of that they still want to play ice hockey, the rinks offer Ice Hockey camps and lessons, so that would be step 4. If they are committed, then I am willing. But we are not repeating another "I want to do this!" and four weeks later, after signing up for guitar lessons and buying an age appropriate guitar want to quit because it is too hard and we just don't like it! I know, I should have made Rhett continue on but it got to be a battle every day. I don't know how my mom did it. (Piano lessons for all of us. I do remember her threatening to ground me if I missed one more lesson, the only time I remember her threatening to do that). This has turned into something not about ice hockey so moving on...
My house is pretty and clean and freshly painted. Now please somebody buy it.
We have stopped going to Boy Scouts. Not because the boys stopped wanting to go, because I just don't want to take them. Is that sending a great message or what? Maybe I am the one with the problem and not the boys after all. See above rant about guitar lessons.
My mom and dad and my nephew are coming for a visit. It may be their last visit to this home. I am glad they are coming. Seth is coming home today too. Yay!
I have to go feed the dogs now. I think I have said pretty much all I wanted to say. Have a great weekend!
Tuesday, March 02, 2010
32 going on 12, maybe 13
Yesterday, my son, Rhett, brought home a surprise for me. It actually made me laugh at loud and then marvel at how much he must love to make me happy.
It was this.
He said he won it at his class auction that they have every month. They use "Buffalo Bucks" that they earn throughout the month for turning in their homework on time or keeping their desk neat, ect.
He dropped 70 Buffalo Bucks on it.
Of course, my poster is a little worse for wear. It has creases from being folded into the size of a sheet of paper. It has pin holes from being hung up on a wall. There is even a slight tear near the bottom.
Which makes me wonder:
What girl decided she no longer liked Edward aka Robert Pattinson enough to hang on her wall?
Who took his place?
Was it Jacob?
Or maybe the heartthrob from Dear John or maybe it was Justin Bieber?
Or maybe she just redecorated her room when she decided she was too old to have posters of cute guys on her wall.
I remember who was on my walls when I was younger.
Mike aka Kirk Cameron
Michael J. Fox in his Back to the Future Days
Sigh
I have strayed from my original thought. Which is that Rhett beat out a third grade girl for this poster just for me. I asked him why. He said, "I knew Twilight makes you happy."
I will keep this poster (not on a wall, darn it) as a reminder that my son will stand teasing from other kids in his class to buy a poster for his mom. And I won't think too hard about what this actually says about me. :)
He is going to be a great boyfriend someday.
Fun Question: If you were in my position, who would you wish were on your poster?
It was this.
He said he won it at his class auction that they have every month. They use "Buffalo Bucks" that they earn throughout the month for turning in their homework on time or keeping their desk neat, ect.
He dropped 70 Buffalo Bucks on it.
Of course, my poster is a little worse for wear. It has creases from being folded into the size of a sheet of paper. It has pin holes from being hung up on a wall. There is even a slight tear near the bottom.
Which makes me wonder:
What girl decided she no longer liked Edward aka Robert Pattinson enough to hang on her wall?
Who took his place?
Was it Jacob?
Or maybe the heartthrob from Dear John or maybe it was Justin Bieber?
Or maybe she just redecorated her room when she decided she was too old to have posters of cute guys on her wall.
I remember who was on my walls when I was younger.
Mike aka Kirk Cameron
Michael J. Fox in his Back to the Future Days
Sigh
I have strayed from my original thought. Which is that Rhett beat out a third grade girl for this poster just for me. I asked him why. He said, "I knew Twilight makes you happy."
I will keep this poster (not on a wall, darn it) as a reminder that my son will stand teasing from other kids in his class to buy a poster for his mom. And I won't think too hard about what this actually says about me. :)
He is going to be a great boyfriend someday.
Fun Question: If you were in my position, who would you wish were on your poster?
Thursday, February 25, 2010
mornings aren't my cup of tea
Note: Initially, I was going to write, "mornings ain't my cup of tea" but then remembered I don't like the word 'ain't' so I didn't use it, although it would have given my title more oomph. Is that how you spell 'oomph'? I am not sure.
The past two mornings have been rough for this household. Oh, who am I kidding? Mornings are always rough. I am not a morning person and although I realize this is not a valid reason for being grumpy, I still use it as a reason.
But yesterday and today have been doozies.
Yesterday, I yelled at my kids because they were ignoring me. Actually, I said, "Why are you ignoring me? Am I not important enough for you?"
I thought about it later and realized that may have been a tad dramatic.
When I dropped the kids off at school, Rhett had forgiven me but Noah had not. I gave them a kiss and Noah wiped his off, grunted a good-bye (really, he grunted in response to my good-bye) and slammed the door. Talk about dramatic. I have no idea where he gets that from. Oh, wait, yes I do.
This morning, I asked Rhett a simple question. He answered. I told him that I didn't think he did what he said he did. Oh, this is getting confusing. Anyway, we started arguing and I told him he was stubborn, which he denied. He then yelled, "You are just making me so mad! And I don't like it when you make me mad!" To his credit, he yelled with such control.
He didn't say anything to me when he got out of the car, except, "Are we bus or car today?" I wanted to say, "Definitely bus mister, because you just yelled at me!" but I figured that would be too dramatic so I just said, "Bus." Then I smiled my best smile and drove off.
The past two mornings have been rough for this household. Oh, who am I kidding? Mornings are always rough. I am not a morning person and although I realize this is not a valid reason for being grumpy, I still use it as a reason.
But yesterday and today have been doozies.
Yesterday, I yelled at my kids because they were ignoring me. Actually, I said, "Why are you ignoring me? Am I not important enough for you?"
I thought about it later and realized that may have been a tad dramatic.
When I dropped the kids off at school, Rhett had forgiven me but Noah had not. I gave them a kiss and Noah wiped his off, grunted a good-bye (really, he grunted in response to my good-bye) and slammed the door. Talk about dramatic. I have no idea where he gets that from. Oh, wait, yes I do.
This morning, I asked Rhett a simple question. He answered. I told him that I didn't think he did what he said he did. Oh, this is getting confusing. Anyway, we started arguing and I told him he was stubborn, which he denied. He then yelled, "You are just making me so mad! And I don't like it when you make me mad!" To his credit, he yelled with such control.
He didn't say anything to me when he got out of the car, except, "Are we bus or car today?" I wanted to say, "Definitely bus mister, because you just yelled at me!" but I figured that would be too dramatic so I just said, "Bus." Then I smiled my best smile and drove off.
Monday, February 22, 2010
small reflections while I am waiting
Hi there. I am waiting for a realtor to get here, so I decided to blog! Aren't you excited? Aren't you glad? Hee. Hee.
Anyway, I think I am going to reflect today.
This is me, a little more than 3 years ago. I wanted to show off my beautiful newly painted bathroom. (I actually can't believe its been that long since I painted that bathroom). The reason is because I am about to have to repaint my beautiful bathroom a more "neutral" color. Sad face. Seth says that I can paint our new bathroom the same color. I know. But still sad face. This was my first color adventure. And every morning I walked into the bathroom and smiled. I loved it.
I look at myself now. Funny enough, I am wearing the exact same necklace I was wearing in the picture. It is a $12 necklace I found at an after Christmas sale at Dillards, but it is my favorite. Simple and easy to forget it is on-my favorite kind of jewelry. My hair is much, much longer now and I am loving it long and have no desire to cut it short again. That must mean I past the yucky "why am I growing my hair long again? I hate it" stage. Yay.
I have a new camera. One with a better zoom. Although I guess I don't need a better zoom with this particular shot.
I think of where we were three years ago. My kids still had their baby teeth. Rhett was in kindergarten and Noah home with me most days. I hadn't even met some of my closest friends in the neighborhood yet. The school the kids are going to now wasn't even finished being built yet. My mom and I hadn't pulled out the ugly bushes in the front garden bed yet. That would come a couple of months later.
I think of all these things to remind myself that a lot can change in three years. A lot can happen in three years. Kids grow up, hair grows out, friendships bloom. It is as if I am saying to myself,
"I remember what is was like three years ago, in a new place. It was scary, not knowing many people. It was challenging, fitting in to a new routine.
We found friends. We found a good school. We found a place to call home.
And we will again."
Anyway, I think I am going to reflect today.
I look at myself now. Funny enough, I am wearing the exact same necklace I was wearing in the picture. It is a $12 necklace I found at an after Christmas sale at Dillards, but it is my favorite. Simple and easy to forget it is on-my favorite kind of jewelry. My hair is much, much longer now and I am loving it long and have no desire to cut it short again. That must mean I past the yucky "why am I growing my hair long again? I hate it" stage. Yay.
I have a new camera. One with a better zoom. Although I guess I don't need a better zoom with this particular shot.
I think of where we were three years ago. My kids still had their baby teeth. Rhett was in kindergarten and Noah home with me most days. I hadn't even met some of my closest friends in the neighborhood yet. The school the kids are going to now wasn't even finished being built yet. My mom and I hadn't pulled out the ugly bushes in the front garden bed yet. That would come a couple of months later.
I think of all these things to remind myself that a lot can change in three years. A lot can happen in three years. Kids grow up, hair grows out, friendships bloom. It is as if I am saying to myself,
"I remember what is was like three years ago, in a new place. It was scary, not knowing many people. It was challenging, fitting in to a new routine.
We found friends. We found a good school. We found a place to call home.
And we will again."
Thursday, February 18, 2010
moving on, moving up highway 44
This is where we are moving in a few weeks. Seth got a new job and he is moving us 100 miles north-eastish. Which makes this the easiest move ever. At least that is what I am hoping. :)
Edmond, OK has been good to us. When we moved three and a half years ago, I never thought I would call Oklahoma home. And now I do. (I am whispering this part because my kids are still Texans to the core and Rhett, although excited about the move, was disappointed we weren't moving to Lubbock, home of Texas Tech University, his favorite university.) Don't get me wrong, I love Texas...I just don't not love Oklahoma anymore. And I have heard Tulsa is even better. We are looking forward to it. Change is good. It isn't always easy but it sometimes brings amazing things.
You may not see me much on the ole' blog between now and when we move. I just wanted to tell you why. You never know though, I may feel like procrastinating and write. This blog is a product of procrastination. And tell me if I mispelled procrastination. For some reason, my blog no longer has spell check and I am too lazy to look it up.
Back to cleaning...(see, I was putting off cleaning to blog! I told you that is when I do my best blogging.)
Friday, February 12, 2010
i, apparently, can't handle the heat...
The Pineapple Upside Down Cake that I made didn't turn out quite like I had hoped.
It was pretty good. Just not pretty:
Yes, my cake totally broke my cake plate
In many pieces!
What happened?
Well, the cake was baked in a cast-iron skillet, as per instructions.
I removed the cake from the skillet and placed it on a plate, four minutes after removing it from the oven, as per instructions.
15 minutes later, I heard a loud crack, looked over at the cake and found it in two levels.
That was not in the instructions.
Let this be a warning to you in case you decide to fix that particular recipe.
***
I want to take the time and tell my mother-in-law happy birthday today. Have a wonderful day Sandy!
This week has been full of celebrations and here is one I haven't mentioned yet: My friend Christy delivered a heatlhy baby girl on Monday! Congratulations! I am so happy for you!
It was pretty good. Just not pretty:
What happened?
Well, the cake was baked in a cast-iron skillet, as per instructions.
I removed the cake from the skillet and placed it on a plate, four minutes after removing it from the oven, as per instructions.
15 minutes later, I heard a loud crack, looked over at the cake and found it in two levels.
That was not in the instructions.
***
I want to take the time and tell my mother-in-law happy birthday today. Have a wonderful day Sandy!
This week has been full of celebrations and here is one I haven't mentioned yet: My friend Christy delivered a heatlhy baby girl on Monday! Congratulations! I am so happy for you!
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
a birthday, the derby and wishes
It's Seth's birthday today. I made the boys get up earlier than usual to give him a present. Noah was more grumpy than usual. But Seth smiled.
I'm thinking of making a pineapple upside down cake for him. It doesn't have any frosting, but Seth's favorite cakes usually don't. As long as there is ice cream, I am sure he'll be happy.
Last night was the Pinewood Derby for cub scouts. The boys' cars both came in 2nd place for their dens. Yay. The Den Leaders' sons' cars came in first. Is that fair? I don't know. What I do know is that Rhett was disappointed because his car came off the track once. And if it weren't for the fact that only two kids in his den, including him, showed up, he probably wouldn't have gotten a trophy. Is that fair for the dens that had 20 kids show up? Probably not. So I guess the unfairness all evens out in the end.
I wish I had pictures for you but I only took a couple with my phone. I wish it was sunny so I wouldn't feel so tired and sick of the cold. I wish I could have gotten Seth something cooler for his birthday than work-out gear but I didn't. And I wish pineapple upside down cake had frosting.
Mostly, I wish that my sweet husband has a wonderful day and a fantastic year. That is more important than frosting.
Happy Birthday Seth! I love you!
I'm thinking of making a pineapple upside down cake for him. It doesn't have any frosting, but Seth's favorite cakes usually don't. As long as there is ice cream, I am sure he'll be happy.
Last night was the Pinewood Derby for cub scouts. The boys' cars both came in 2nd place for their dens. Yay. The Den Leaders' sons' cars came in first. Is that fair? I don't know. What I do know is that Rhett was disappointed because his car came off the track once. And if it weren't for the fact that only two kids in his den, including him, showed up, he probably wouldn't have gotten a trophy. Is that fair for the dens that had 20 kids show up? Probably not. So I guess the unfairness all evens out in the end.
I wish I had pictures for you but I only took a couple with my phone. I wish it was sunny so I wouldn't feel so tired and sick of the cold. I wish I could have gotten Seth something cooler for his birthday than work-out gear but I didn't. And I wish pineapple upside down cake had frosting.
Mostly, I wish that my sweet husband has a wonderful day and a fantastic year. That is more important than frosting.
Happy Birthday Seth! I love you!
Monday, February 08, 2010
my date with three perfect gentlemen
Saturday night, we took the boys to a steakhouse because we had a gift certificate. It was pretty fancy. I say this because my children were the only children there. But they were so wonderfully polite! We were so impressed.
When we first were seated, Rhett looked at all the silverware and folded cloth napkin (which we use all the time but ours are never folded nice and are also wrinkled because I don't iron napkins) and fancy water glass and just got so nervous. He played with his forks and then played with his napkin. I told him to relax and he put his hands to his face and said, "I'm sorry! There is just so much pressure!" He recovered enough to order a filet mignon and was, at first, disappointed by the size. Too small he thought. He ate the whole thing and then realized it was exactly the right size. He was so happy.
Noah, on the other hand, was cool as a cucumber. He listened intently to the server as she told us the specials and he even nodded once and awhile as if to say, "Oh, yes, those sound wonderful." Too bad he really doesn't like steak (too chewy) or seafood (too gross, except the kind that tastes like chicken) and the only chicken dish they had was supposed to be slathered with a mushroom sauce. They offered to go next door to a neighboring restaraunt to get chicken strips, but we said no thank you. He took the chicken sans the sauce and mostly ate the complimentary bread they brought out to the table. But he didn't complain once.
I think steakhouses are wasted on me because you could just give me pasta and I would be happy. But I ordered the steak because I always hear my dad's voice in my head: You ordered that when we are at a steakhouse? (that being pasta or chicken or anything but steak). So steak is what I had and it was good. I had the bearnaise sauce with it which was just delicious in every way.
Seth also had a steak, but his was huge and he enjoyed every bite. He is a steak and potatoes man through and through. I feel bad that I hardly fix meat for him. And never potatoes. But I don't make him watch the vampire shows on tv with me, so it balances out. (Did you see that commercial last night? Dodge Charger's Man's Last Stand was pretty funny).
It was a nice date.
When we first were seated, Rhett looked at all the silverware and folded cloth napkin (which we use all the time but ours are never folded nice and are also wrinkled because I don't iron napkins) and fancy water glass and just got so nervous. He played with his forks and then played with his napkin. I told him to relax and he put his hands to his face and said, "I'm sorry! There is just so much pressure!" He recovered enough to order a filet mignon and was, at first, disappointed by the size. Too small he thought. He ate the whole thing and then realized it was exactly the right size. He was so happy.
Noah, on the other hand, was cool as a cucumber. He listened intently to the server as she told us the specials and he even nodded once and awhile as if to say, "Oh, yes, those sound wonderful." Too bad he really doesn't like steak (too chewy) or seafood (too gross, except the kind that tastes like chicken) and the only chicken dish they had was supposed to be slathered with a mushroom sauce. They offered to go next door to a neighboring restaraunt to get chicken strips, but we said no thank you. He took the chicken sans the sauce and mostly ate the complimentary bread they brought out to the table. But he didn't complain once.
I think steakhouses are wasted on me because you could just give me pasta and I would be happy. But I ordered the steak because I always hear my dad's voice in my head: You ordered that when we are at a steakhouse? (that being pasta or chicken or anything but steak). So steak is what I had and it was good. I had the bearnaise sauce with it which was just delicious in every way.
Seth also had a steak, but his was huge and he enjoyed every bite. He is a steak and potatoes man through and through. I feel bad that I hardly fix meat for him. And never potatoes. But I don't make him watch the vampire shows on tv with me, so it balances out. (Did you see that commercial last night? Dodge Charger's Man's Last Stand was pretty funny).
It was a nice date.
Thursday, February 04, 2010
warning: random, mostly useless information ahead
So, I am sitting here in our lovely guest bedroom/office (Hee, I almost spelled out the word "slash" as I was thinking it in my head), freezing. This room is cold to me. Even my toes that are in my toasty warm Ugg boots, are cold. That means my hands are rather cold too. Hence, I am wearing a pair of gloves.
You know the kind- the cheap $1 pair at the store that supposedly fit any hand? I doubt that but that is not what this post is about. It is about the things you can't do well while wearing gloves. (You were warned).
:)
Have a great day!
You know the kind- the cheap $1 pair at the store that supposedly fit any hand? I doubt that but that is not what this post is about. It is about the things you can't do well while wearing gloves. (You were warned).
- Type. Do you know how hard it is to type with gloves on? You should totally try it sometime. No telling how long this post will take me to write. I have to constantly go back and delete mistyped words. It makes your fingers seem big. But I have noticed the longer I type, the better it is getting.
- Blow your nose. Because, eww.
- Read a book. It is nearly impossible to turn the pages with gloves on.
- Make a sandwich. Not that I have ever tried, I am just thinking that it would be difficult.
- Wash dishes. Your hands would get wet and then wearing gloves would prove pointless. Unless you wear rubber gloves over your gloves. That almost seems silly.
:)
Have a great day!
Tuesday, February 02, 2010
groundhog predicts six more wintery weeks
Today is Tuesday. This is the fourth day of school that has been called off due to icy conditions on the road. 4 snow days. That is 6 days that we have been stuck in the house. Sure, we could go out. But that would just irritate me when I realize that the streets, aside from the neighborhood roads, are fine, just fine. So here in our house we stay while trying not to go stir crazy.
It has been nice. We sleep in, we eat a late breakfast, we watch tv, play video games, Noah gets mad when I force him outside where he proceeds to have fun for 45 minutes with his brother, the boys talk about going into football card selling business (they don't want two of the same card!) where they talk about selling the cards for $1 a piece. Maybe $2 for the good ones. (Maybe I should have not given them my 1991 Joe Montana card yesterday. Hmmm)
We have also read books and wrote thank you cards (long overdue), cleaned out some closets, stayed up late, watched the Winter X games (go Shaun White and Bobby Brown!), played vollyball with a small beach ball (the large one kept knocking things over), done some laundry (drying winter wear over and over), tried to get over our colds and planned some plans.
It has been nice. We sleep in, we eat a late breakfast, we watch tv, play video games, Noah gets mad when I force him outside where he proceeds to have fun for 45 minutes with his brother, the boys talk about going into football card selling business (they don't want two of the same card!) where they talk about selling the cards for $1 a piece. Maybe $2 for the good ones. (Maybe I should have not given them my 1991 Joe Montana card yesterday. Hmmm)
We have also read books and wrote thank you cards (long overdue), cleaned out some closets, stayed up late, watched the Winter X games (go Shaun White and Bobby Brown!), played vollyball with a small beach ball (the large one kept knocking things over), done some laundry (drying winter wear over and over), tried to get over our colds and planned some plans.
Six more weeks of winter.
Here is a peek of what our day will be like:
Rhett: Ow, stop punching me!
Noah: Sorry.
Rhett: That hurt! You really have to stop doing that. I have feelings you know.
Noah: I already say sorry.
Rhett: But you don't have to always punch me.
Noah: Okay! Sorry!
Sigh. I wish the sun would shine.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
love, affairs & roads less traveled
These past two weeks, I have been reading. Winter is a great time to read. When it is cold and windy outside, it is so nice to curl up in a chair with a book. Of course, I could say that summer is a great time to read as well. Laying by the pool with a book--nothing better. Anyway, I have read all my library books, which is a shame because it is about to be really cold and snowy and now I have nothing to read. (Krista, I guess I have stupid problems too. :) )
The first book I read was Not Quite What I Was Planning: Six-Word Memoirs by Famous and Obscure Writers. I loved reading this. Some memoirs were quite sad: Time heals all wounds? Not quite. and some were so funny: Should have learned to count. And here is one of my favorites: We were each other's favorite person. Aww. This book inspired me to challenge myself and so I am going to try to do all my post titles in six words.
Then I read Lucy by Ellen Feldman. This was the book club selection. I really liked this book. I went into it without knowing that Franklin Roosevelt had affairs or that his affairs helped shape who Eleanor Roosevelt would become. As the author writes in her note at the end of the book:
The Road by Cormac McCarthy is described as "the searing, postapocalyptic novel destined to become Comrac McCarthy's masterpiece" in the front flap of the book. And it was emotional. So much so that I had to skip the middle of the book and just read the last quarter of the book. Because it was almost too much to bear. This book about a father and son's journey through a burned, empty America to the coast is terribly heart-wrenching, all throughout the book. (I think, like I said, I couldn't read all of it. Well, I could have. I just chose not too.) His writing is beautiful though. I loved how he describes the father and son's relationship:
Last night, I finished Bel-Ami by Guy De Maupassant. The sentence from the book that describes it perfectly is "
The first book I read was Not Quite What I Was Planning: Six-Word Memoirs by Famous and Obscure Writers. I loved reading this. Some memoirs were quite sad: Time heals all wounds? Not quite. and some were so funny: Should have learned to count. And here is one of my favorites: We were each other's favorite person. Aww. This book inspired me to challenge myself and so I am going to try to do all my post titles in six words.
Then I read Lucy by Ellen Feldman. This was the book club selection. I really liked this book. I went into it without knowing that Franklin Roosevelt had affairs or that his affairs helped shape who Eleanor Roosevelt would become. As the author writes in her note at the end of the book:
If Eleanor Roosevelt had not known betrayal, she might have lived out her life as dutiful wife and mother rather than as a force for peace and social justice throughout the world.She wrote this as a fictional story with historical facts and real people, which is facinating to me. I go to my first book club meeting tonight and I am excited.
The Road by Cormac McCarthy is described as "the searing, postapocalyptic novel destined to become Comrac McCarthy's masterpiece" in the front flap of the book. And it was emotional. So much so that I had to skip the middle of the book and just read the last quarter of the book. Because it was almost too much to bear. This book about a father and son's journey through a burned, empty America to the coast is terribly heart-wrenching, all throughout the book. (I think, like I said, I couldn't read all of it. Well, I could have. I just chose not too.) His writing is beautiful though. I loved how he describes the father and son's relationship:
each the other's world entire.Isn't that tender and beautiful?
Last night, I finished Bel-Ami by Guy De Maupassant. The sentence from the book that describes it perfectly is "
My dear woman, love doesn't last for ever. Easy come, easy go.Maupassant himself was one for easy come, easy go love affairs it seems and he sure knew how to write about a man that is moves ahead in life by seducing women who have money. This book was written in 1885 and set in Paris. I enjoyed it because the main character was very likable. Even though he was a master manipulator and seducer. I even fell for his lies. Only toward the end, did I think, "You know, I don't really think he loves any of these women!"
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
can you whittle away your dreams?
Tuesday is Cub Scout night. We went to Rhett's den meeting where he was supposed to work on his whittling badge.
{Did you know that Whittling has its own webpage? It says: Welcome to the World of Whittling. A hobby for some, an obsession for others, a joy for all. This is important for later.}
Before we leave the house, I turn to Noah and tell him to bring something to do because he is not to be working with knives.
Crying and why not?s ensue.
Five minutes later, we are in the car headed toward our first stop for the night. (I really thought I would be making a stop at the ER tonight too because visions of sliced fingers danced in my head. Seriously, all I could picture was my brother's hand bleeding when he sliced his hand open with a knife one Christmas morning when we were younger.) Just so you know, we did not go to the ER. Whew.
The poor Den Leader spends 40 minutes talking about knife safety before handing each boy a bar of Ivory soap. My heart beat fast as I watched Rhett carve a shape out of soap. I relaxed when I saw that he was being careful. Then a boy across from him sliced his finger.
Oy.
Just a slight cut. Nothing a band-aid couldn't fix.
By then I was done. I was done listening to my youngest son's sighs beside me. I never did let him near those things. I was done holding my breath, waiting for an accident that never really happened, thank God. I was just done.
Noah then gets a bright idea: Mom, I know! I can get a bar of soap and carve something out with a butter knife! See that isn't sharp, right?
In the car, Rhett tells me his bright idea. Remember when I told you to remember the little blurb about whittling? This is why:
Rhett: Mom, I am really good at carving with a knife. I think after I finish playing pro football, my job will be to carve things with my knife!
me: Uh, no it won't.
(Usually, I let my kids dream. I let them think they can do whatever with their lives. But not this. Oh no.)
Rhett: Why not? I am good at it!
me: Rhett, you can do that as a hobby. Or when you retire when you are an old man. This can't be your career. (Remember, it says hobby. Even obsession. But not career!)
Rhett: Well, I think I can do whatever I want.
Noah: I want to be an artist. But I am afraid that after my football career, I'll be too buff. I don't see many buff artists.
They said more but after that comment, I was laughing too hard. To myself. I can't crush all their dreams in one night after all.
PS-I hope I didn't offend anyone saying whittling is not a career. I am sure people do this as their careers and they are quite good at it. :)
{Did you know that Whittling has its own webpage? It says: Welcome to the World of Whittling. A hobby for some, an obsession for others, a joy for all. This is important for later.}
Before we leave the house, I turn to Noah and tell him to bring something to do because he is not to be working with knives.
Crying and why not?s ensue.
Five minutes later, we are in the car headed toward our first stop for the night. (I really thought I would be making a stop at the ER tonight too because visions of sliced fingers danced in my head. Seriously, all I could picture was my brother's hand bleeding when he sliced his hand open with a knife one Christmas morning when we were younger.) Just so you know, we did not go to the ER. Whew.
The poor Den Leader spends 40 minutes talking about knife safety before handing each boy a bar of Ivory soap. My heart beat fast as I watched Rhett carve a shape out of soap. I relaxed when I saw that he was being careful. Then a boy across from him sliced his finger.
Oy.
Just a slight cut. Nothing a band-aid couldn't fix.
By then I was done. I was done listening to my youngest son's sighs beside me. I never did let him near those things. I was done holding my breath, waiting for an accident that never really happened, thank God. I was just done.
Noah then gets a bright idea: Mom, I know! I can get a bar of soap and carve something out with a butter knife! See that isn't sharp, right?
In the car, Rhett tells me his bright idea. Remember when I told you to remember the little blurb about whittling? This is why:
Rhett: Mom, I am really good at carving with a knife. I think after I finish playing pro football, my job will be to carve things with my knife!
me: Uh, no it won't.
(Usually, I let my kids dream. I let them think they can do whatever with their lives. But not this. Oh no.)
Rhett: Why not? I am good at it!
me: Rhett, you can do that as a hobby. Or when you retire when you are an old man. This can't be your career. (Remember, it says hobby. Even obsession. But not career!)
Rhett: Well, I think I can do whatever I want.
Noah: I want to be an artist. But I am afraid that after my football career, I'll be too buff. I don't see many buff artists.
They said more but after that comment, I was laughing too hard. To myself. I can't crush all their dreams in one night after all.
PS-I hope I didn't offend anyone saying whittling is not a career. I am sure people do this as their careers and they are quite good at it. :)
krista's birthday
Happy Birthday sis! I hope today you have whatever you want for lunch or dinner (or both), have a piece of yummy cake, and get a surprise or two.
More importantly, I hope you have a wonderful year. Full of happiness.
We all love you!
More importantly, I hope you have a wonderful year. Full of happiness.
We all love you!
Friday, January 15, 2010
thanks to all for playing along
I loved all the discussion on the six-word memoirs. It is funny, Michelle mentioned she couldn't stop thinking about it (in six words mind you!) and I have to say I agree. All throughout the day, I would try to think of six words for my life:
I'll even iron for my husband.
Chocolate is good for the soul.
Mom-at-home; best job ever.
Laundry is the bane of life.
Thanks for sharing all of yours. I loved them all-especially Mom is the destroyer of fun. That makes me laugh everytime I think of it. If you think of more, feel free to share them. I enjoy reading them!
Here is something along those same lines: New Year's Resolutions. Not mine and I am not asking you to share yours. Actually, I am sharing one of Rhett's. He had to write some at school and he was asked, "If you could make one New Year's resolution for our country or the world, what would it be?"
His answer:
To end Gossip and make peace to the world.
Edited to six words, his would be:
Ending gossip would bring world peace.
"Wow" is all I can say.
I can't leave Noah out. He had to write sentences the other day and my favorite was one that had six words:
Some girls think I am cute.
:)
Laughter really is the best medicine.
I'll even iron for my husband.
Chocolate is good for the soul.
Mom-at-home; best job ever.
Laundry is the bane of life.
Thanks for sharing all of yours. I loved them all-especially Mom is the destroyer of fun. That makes me laugh everytime I think of it. If you think of more, feel free to share them. I enjoy reading them!
Here is something along those same lines: New Year's Resolutions. Not mine and I am not asking you to share yours. Actually, I am sharing one of Rhett's. He had to write some at school and he was asked, "If you could make one New Year's resolution for our country or the world, what would it be?"
His answer:
To end Gossip and make peace to the world.
Edited to six words, his would be:
Ending gossip would bring world peace.
"Wow" is all I can say.
I can't leave Noah out. He had to write sentences the other day and my favorite was one that had six words:
Some girls think I am cute.
:)
Laughter really is the best medicine.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
simply put
I am sure my literary friends and family have heard of the bet between Ernest Heminway and his friend. The author claimed he could write a short story in six words and he did: "For sale: baby shoes, never worn."
Well, did you know that Smith Magazine has six-word memoirs? There are books that have been published with celebrities and unknowns' six-word memoirs. I actually have never heard of this until yesterday but do remember the poignant short story of Heminway's.
Isn't it a great concept? Your life in six words. Here is a video with some catchy music, telling you more about it. The newest book is It All Changed in an Instant and after watching this, I immediately reserved a copy at the library.
So, could you do it? Tell your life story in six words? It is harder than it seems. ! Hey, that is a good one: It is harder than it seems. I like that. Or maybe: Find the beauty in all things.
Those are pretty generic though. Almost like a fortune cookie. Back to the blank page for me...
Can you come up with your own six-word memoir? If so, please share! I would love to read it. If I can come up with mine, I'll share it too.
Well, did you know that Smith Magazine has six-word memoirs? There are books that have been published with celebrities and unknowns' six-word memoirs. I actually have never heard of this until yesterday but do remember the poignant short story of Heminway's.
Isn't it a great concept? Your life in six words. Here is a video with some catchy music, telling you more about it. The newest book is It All Changed in an Instant and after watching this, I immediately reserved a copy at the library.
So, could you do it? Tell your life story in six words? It is harder than it seems. ! Hey, that is a good one: It is harder than it seems. I like that. Or maybe: Find the beauty in all things.
Those are pretty generic though. Almost like a fortune cookie. Back to the blank page for me...
Can you come up with your own six-word memoir? If so, please share! I would love to read it. If I can come up with mine, I'll share it too.
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