Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Today has been an up and down day. My dumb asthma is acting up again. Those antihistamines, inhalers, and codeine about due me in. Last night I had to leave the studio with an asthma attack, and today I haven't felt myself. Oh well, on to bigger and quieter things.
The rumor mill has finally been confirmed...we are having a wedding....thank goodness! The little girls have been beside themselves waiting for Shyla to get her ring. Cooper told us if they didn't hurry up, she was going to call Russ and see what the problem was...obviously, she doesn't have to do that now. Oh the stress of it all!
I took a trip to Barnes and Nobles to buy a wedding planning book. Do you have any idea how many wedding planning books there are out there....so many I could have spent all day looking at them. I did eliminate the Buddist one though. Don't need to worry about that one. Do you
realize, you could have almost any religion, and combine it with most any tradition and come up with a wedding? For instance, maybe a buddhist wedding with a zoo theme. Can't you just see those elephants walking around. Or an Egyptian themed, Baptist one.
Anyway, I did buy a couple of books, and a Brides magazine. Cymbre is loving looking at the Brides magazine, and I got a couple of good articles to read about things to remember for a wedding.
I have decided that I need about 50,000 little helpers to get this wedding off the ground? Has anyone seen some wedding helpers running around looking for work? I'm sure I have something I need help with, like dresses, or maybe someone to wrangle those crazy straight pins back into their box so I can find them when I need to sew. And, my measuring tape decided to go on strike this week....can you believe it had a fit when I found another measuring tape in a drawer that I didn't even know was there? Talk about drama queen!! You would think that the yard stick was taking control of the entire measuring process, and that there would never be a need for a measuring tape again. AND, the scissors starting cutting up ribbons today in revolt. They don't think the ribbon should get their own drawer, the scissors want the green drawer! Give me a break! Who ever heard of scissors deciding they needed their own drawer? The tangled mess in the thread drawer was too much for me to face today...to much codeine in my system. I could never sort out five colors of orange tangled thread, and then add the black, blue and purple, and I would have to go to a rubber room, so I just closed the drawer. I think I will save that drawer for a rainy day, when I have nothing better to do....and we all know when that will be.
The pattern file is feeling a bit hungry since I got rid of a lot of patterns that I will never sew again. I mean really, who needs bell bottoms, and will I ever make my prom dress again....I think not. Dad is not into going to the prom these days. Can you just see us at the prom? I even parted with my favorite maternity dress pattern...no for your information I am not planning on ever needing it again! And Dad doesn't mind if I get rid of it either!
Cymbre and Cooper are really into making up new big brother rules, and enjoyed talking to their newest big brother on the phone tonight. Russ is a good sport, and wrote them all down, now we will see if they even remember them when he comes to visit in May. They just might, they spent all day thinking them up. All of us, yes even the Texas Mayflies, who are so abundant right now are so excited about Russ and Shyla. We just can't wait to meet him in person. Just like when Caleb brought Holly home! However, Russ does get the benefit of not having to sit through a dance competition like Holly did, but she was such a trooper!
I finally got to see the top of the dining room table today, well, not the whole top, just part of the top. All the goodie boxes and birthday boxes are mailed, so there is just a little bit of Easter stuff for the little ones left on the one end. I sat there looking at that table today, when it dawned on me that I haven't put the liquid gold stuff on it for ages. I might even get a good shine if I did it again. However, when I went to look for the Liquid Gold, I discovered a cleaning rag convention was blocking the door, so I could never get in because I didn't have my cleaner's union card. I didn't know I needed a union card, so I guess I am now on some sort of probation. I don't know, I couldn't really understand rag language. But I did understand they weren't happy when they all starting throwing themselves at me and landing on my foot. I got the definite impression they were not working for someone who was so low on the totem pole as to not have a union card. Maybe I could borrow Dad's...does anyone know if Dad has one? All I can say, you better watch out for angry cleaning rags, who knows what would happen if they get the scrubbing bubbles on their side. Maybe I can hold them back with the bleach in the spray bottle!
And I had a dilemma today, how do you kill a tiny spider who is crawling down the tile grout when your shoe is not curved enough to reach down in the grout to smash it? It might not be a dilemma to some of you, but these type of spiders can jump, and I was not in any mood to have the thing land on any place on my body...had that experience before, and take my word for it, it wasn't pleasant. Do not tell me to just use a tissue, that leaves spider guts on the tile grout, and I don't have time to scrub it. After all I have a wedding to plan. Actually, I think it was the baby of the spider that likes to live above the back door during rainstorms, and then when you open the door when the rain is over, it likes to jump down on you. Scares the grud out of the little girls all the time. So the big part of my dilemma is to get rid of this baby before it grows up and decides to sit up high somewhere and wait to jump on some poor innocent person walking below.
We are having outside pestilence issues also. It seems like the fire ants have decided that they LOVE our yard this year. Dad is now waging chemical warfare against them. I guess just mowing the tops of the hills off wasn't enough of a message to get them to move. Dad already treated the yard once, but today these yellow pellets of stuff have shown up. I don't know the score, but will count the ant hills in the morning while I wait at the bus stop. I am rooting for Dad to win, but he IS fighting about a million gazillion to one! He may have to resort to pure Diazinon like he used to do when we lived in Houston the first time....only problem there is that it kills the grass if you pour it on full strength! Does the ants in too!
Here's the news broadcast for tonight: WE DO NOT NEED ANY MORE COLOR BOOKS AT OUR HOUSE! I must have found a million color books the last few days. We have Little People ones, Barney ones, Blue's Clues, and Wiggles, and those Living Scripture ones. We have circus ones, and princess ones, and animal ones, and dog ones. We have dolly ones, and zoo ones, and ninja turtle ones, and GI joe, and there's even a few pages of Transformers. I bet we have enough coloring pages to let every starving kid in Africa color one! This is really a problem when they are combined with the 10,000,000 crayons that have taken over the ENTIRE FLOOR space under Dad's desk! I had to get a bigger container. It seems that the poor blue one at the bottom was suffering terrible cramps being stuck at the bottom of the heap! Give me a break, how do crayons get cramps, they have no insides! And did you know, we had a whole nudist crayon colony living right here in our house. Just think what would happen if that news got out! Those little troublemakers just shed their clothes whenever and wherever they feel like it. And have you ever tried to dress a color crayon? Those clothes just rip, and there is no sewing them back together! Tape makes them to stiff...and staples make them a funny shape. So you just have to leave them naked!!! I sure hope the neighbors don't get wind of this situation...who knows where they might cart Dad and I off to.
Well, I feel the codeine kicking in, thank goodness, I have been coughing all day. It's enough to make you crazy!! No, I am not crazy, drunk, or passed out in the corner yet. Just give me another hour or so though.
All you kids remember who you represent on this earth, and have a great day. Talk to your Heavenly Father today....and remember that I love you.
Mom
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Wandering Mind...
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Today has been a slow day, thank goodness! Running on three antihistamines and a decongestant, one has a really hard time keeping the old eyelids open. I think turtles move faster than I am today. However, in my few moments of being coherent, I have managed to accomplish just a few things.
First, the little man who lives in the computer tower at the Spring Cypress Studio got a real workout this morning as I typed name after name for the recital program. Shyla will be pleased to know I (yes Mom!) figured out how to work Excel to make a workbook that would sort the names alphabetically! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?? That poor little guy was really flexing his muscles today...he was really battling me on what I wanted to do, but I managed to get my way! And, the best part is, I almost have both studios done. That just leaves the slaves to double check the spelling of names....does anyone know a mutilingual slave who loves to proofread?
I tried another expedition to Target to finish collecting some goodies for my terribly spoiled children for Easter. Do you know that the chocolate bunnies do not like people to pick up their boxes? It seems that it messes up their little tails when people try to read the labels on the back. Well, one bunny got really bent out of shape, and threw himself off the top shelf clear to the floor. Close examination revealed that he wasn't really injured, but we had no way of telling if he has a concussion. My best advice, beware of chocolate bunnies in Easter baskets. There is no way to tell what their behavior may be like!
Jelly beans seem to be hiding from me lately also. Rumors past on from the Easter grass to the M & M's state that certain jelly beans do not want to go to college. They have heard that it is expensive, and they don't have any money saved. And besides, they want to experience life in the big candy bowl, and not in some college students stomach. All I can say is you guys must have some real bad stuff going on in your stomachs!
And did you hear about the M & M trauma? It was reported to me by the Snickers Bar that the Easter M & M's are very jealous of the everyday M & M's. It seems that the regular M & M's get more publicity all through the year, and go on more vacations, and attend more parties than the Easter M & M's. Who knew? There is a plot to sabatoge the next shipment of regular M & M's! Better stock up now!
Have you seen the Easter dinner napkins lately? There are some really scary ones out there. Buggy eyed bunnies chasing butterflies...Shyla would just shudder! I mean really, everyone knows that bunnies can't fly, so why chase the butterfly?
And just so all my kids know I have not last my mind, I can still sew a straight seam even though I am terribly over-medicated. Just check the Easter pillow cases if you don't believe me.
Dad appears to be almost super human these days. He had his first physical therapy today, which turned out to be a total waste of time and money. His body feels no pain and he has almost total usage of his knee. Who knew, Dad the super Gravity Guy! Guess we won't waste any more money on therapy. Cooper will probably take all the credit since she was in charge of his physical therapy right after his surgery. She can be a real drill sargent! Cymbre will claim it is because she did such a great job of freezing his knee, and I know it's because I was in charge of kisses!
Dance Showcase competition is next weekend. HEAVEN FORBID! Those hairnets, bobby pins, and fake eyelashes are really giving us a hard time. They don't want to ride in the make-up case this time...they want to go in a polka dot make-up bag. Maybe I'll drug them with my antihistamines! I could always give those puffed up eyelashes a haircut...that would put them in their place! But, how do you control a bobby pin? They tend to run in packs, and can stab you, or pinch when you least expect it. And if they call in reinforcements of the big long ones, they can really cut through a hairbun in nothing flat. And those hairpins...oh my gosh...have you seen them when they get all bent out of shape? Talk about arms and legs sticking out everywhere!
I have almost made it all the way around the sewing room in cleaning it up. Can you believe it? I actually have floor in there...it's quite an amazing concept. The vacumn is just elated at the prospect of slurping up all those thread scraps. However, the best meal the vacumn says are the ribbon scraps, or maybe just a bit of interfacing. It seems to spit out buttons and zipper pulls. It isn't to hopped up about all those dust bugs, and dead spider bodies I made it eat the other day. Hey, I figured it was better than the lizard I fed it not long ago! The vacumn put his beater brush down firmly yesterday and refused to eat those bent straight pins. He claims they hurt his little hose...give me a break...the thing is kinked anyway! And have you ever watched the stuff you collect in the bag part of the vacumn? My goodness, there are whole civilizations that reside in there! Who knew that lint could get along so well with beads, and that kite string tries to hug the hairball? Someone should really write a book!
Well, my codeine is making it very difficult to stay awake, and since Dad is snoring and cutting down giant redwood trees in our bedroom, I am going to sleep on the couch one more time.
All you kids reading this and laughing...I am glad to have given you a humorous break in your otherwise stressful day. Remember who you are, and that your Mom and Dad love you.
Love,
Mom
Today has been a slow day, thank goodness! Running on three antihistamines and a decongestant, one has a really hard time keeping the old eyelids open. I think turtles move faster than I am today. However, in my few moments of being coherent, I have managed to accomplish just a few things.
First, the little man who lives in the computer tower at the Spring Cypress Studio got a real workout this morning as I typed name after name for the recital program. Shyla will be pleased to know I (yes Mom!) figured out how to work Excel to make a workbook that would sort the names alphabetically! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?? That poor little guy was really flexing his muscles today...he was really battling me on what I wanted to do, but I managed to get my way! And, the best part is, I almost have both studios done. That just leaves the slaves to double check the spelling of names....does anyone know a mutilingual slave who loves to proofread?
I tried another expedition to Target to finish collecting some goodies for my terribly spoiled children for Easter. Do you know that the chocolate bunnies do not like people to pick up their boxes? It seems that it messes up their little tails when people try to read the labels on the back. Well, one bunny got really bent out of shape, and threw himself off the top shelf clear to the floor. Close examination revealed that he wasn't really injured, but we had no way of telling if he has a concussion. My best advice, beware of chocolate bunnies in Easter baskets. There is no way to tell what their behavior may be like!
Jelly beans seem to be hiding from me lately also. Rumors past on from the Easter grass to the M & M's state that certain jelly beans do not want to go to college. They have heard that it is expensive, and they don't have any money saved. And besides, they want to experience life in the big candy bowl, and not in some college students stomach. All I can say is you guys must have some real bad stuff going on in your stomachs!
And did you hear about the M & M trauma? It was reported to me by the Snickers Bar that the Easter M & M's are very jealous of the everyday M & M's. It seems that the regular M & M's get more publicity all through the year, and go on more vacations, and attend more parties than the Easter M & M's. Who knew? There is a plot to sabatoge the next shipment of regular M & M's! Better stock up now!
Have you seen the Easter dinner napkins lately? There are some really scary ones out there. Buggy eyed bunnies chasing butterflies...Shyla would just shudder! I mean really, everyone knows that bunnies can't fly, so why chase the butterfly?
And just so all my kids know I have not last my mind, I can still sew a straight seam even though I am terribly over-medicated. Just check the Easter pillow cases if you don't believe me.
Dad appears to be almost super human these days. He had his first physical therapy today, which turned out to be a total waste of time and money. His body feels no pain and he has almost total usage of his knee. Who knew, Dad the super Gravity Guy! Guess we won't waste any more money on therapy. Cooper will probably take all the credit since she was in charge of his physical therapy right after his surgery. She can be a real drill sargent! Cymbre will claim it is because she did such a great job of freezing his knee, and I know it's because I was in charge of kisses!
Dance Showcase competition is next weekend. HEAVEN FORBID! Those hairnets, bobby pins, and fake eyelashes are really giving us a hard time. They don't want to ride in the make-up case this time...they want to go in a polka dot make-up bag. Maybe I'll drug them with my antihistamines! I could always give those puffed up eyelashes a haircut...that would put them in their place! But, how do you control a bobby pin? They tend to run in packs, and can stab you, or pinch when you least expect it. And if they call in reinforcements of the big long ones, they can really cut through a hairbun in nothing flat. And those hairpins...oh my gosh...have you seen them when they get all bent out of shape? Talk about arms and legs sticking out everywhere!
I have almost made it all the way around the sewing room in cleaning it up. Can you believe it? I actually have floor in there...it's quite an amazing concept. The vacumn is just elated at the prospect of slurping up all those thread scraps. However, the best meal the vacumn says are the ribbon scraps, or maybe just a bit of interfacing. It seems to spit out buttons and zipper pulls. It isn't to hopped up about all those dust bugs, and dead spider bodies I made it eat the other day. Hey, I figured it was better than the lizard I fed it not long ago! The vacumn put his beater brush down firmly yesterday and refused to eat those bent straight pins. He claims they hurt his little hose...give me a break...the thing is kinked anyway! And have you ever watched the stuff you collect in the bag part of the vacumn? My goodness, there are whole civilizations that reside in there! Who knew that lint could get along so well with beads, and that kite string tries to hug the hairball? Someone should really write a book!
Well, my codeine is making it very difficult to stay awake, and since Dad is snoring and cutting down giant redwood trees in our bedroom, I am going to sleep on the couch one more time.
All you kids reading this and laughing...I am glad to have given you a humorous break in your otherwise stressful day. Remember who you are, and that your Mom and Dad love you.
Love,
Mom
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
What's Found in the Sewing Room!
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Well, I have been working on cleaning up the sewing room this week in between Dad's surgery, and changing his ice water, and keeping the little girls occupied for their Spring Break! I am exhausted just thinking about the last three days!
On Monday, the little girls and I decided to attack the scrapbook room....and attack we did. There isn't even one little sack of stuff not organized and put away, and the sack in the garbage. However, now we are scared to use the room because we don't want those little mess maker's who destroy our hard work to show their faces again. It seems there are some kind of little monsters who invade that room when I go to the grocery store, and they totally destroy all my various stages of organization. I actually think it is the rubber stamps that create all the havoc up there. Ever since I got them out of Dad's closet, they have just been celebrating. I guess they didn't like his artic gear staring at them all the time. The stamp pads declared it a National Stamp Pad Holiday because they had not seen the light of day in months, who knows, maybe years for some of them. I distinctly remember seeing a couple that were looking rather dried out, so who knows, they may be making funeral arrangements any day now.
Those glue dots don't help in the keeping things cleaned up area either. They love to spread themselves out all over the table, then we have the papers who stick to them where we don't want them to stick, and then we have the marking pens that just run amuck whenever they get the chance. And does anyone know how to control those scissors that cut strange designs? They seem to have lives of their own...I am hoping they don't get ahold of my debit card!
Today I was a Garden Ridge and bought a little blue bucket to put on the nice cleared off table to hold the scissors, glue dots, and other little things we use when we scrapbook. However, it was raining (I should say it was down-pouring!) when we left the store, so Cymbre wore the thing for a hat. Some days I just don't know about that kid! So now the bucket is infected with Beastie germs and has to be washed in the dishwasher!
Then Dad had his surgery on Tuesday....talk about five boring hours in the waiting room!! Dr. Elbaz was funny when he came to talk to me. I asked him when Dad could drive the standard car again, and he said no one drives those cars anymore. So all you kids who have those cars, you are officially no ones! Dad is doing great, he is just a bit stiff, and the sides of his knee are still swollen even though we have cycled enough ice water through his little water bag to fill a lake. His biggest problem is he can't get the "YES" they wrote in some kind of super permanent ink off the top of his knee....guess it will still be there if he needs more surgery! Cymbre is in charge of keeping his ice water cold, and Cooper is in charge of physical therapy! My advice, don't have surgery if they are around. They are relentless! I am in charge of kisses, which I must say, are still in excellent health. However, the hugs goodnight are a bit weird since Dad can't turn over on his leg to hug me.
Everyday I have tried to work on that bomb explosion of a sewing room I have. Finally, I have a corner where the file cabinets of genealogy were cleaned up, vacumned, and organized with these cubby things holding assorted interesting stuff. I took the Dead Ancestors up to Shyla's room, and condensed them to two drawers. Haven't heard any complaints yet, but I shut the bookcase so who knows what they are up to up there. The first one to complain gets to live in the garage attic! No bones about it!
Did you know that when stray needles lie in the bottom of a drawer you are cleaning out, they tend to poke you? Now I have a whole big baby food jar full of needles. They are calling their attorney to arrange bail so they can escape from the prision where I put them. I have also discovered that I must have at least 1,000,000 straight pins. Well, they are supposed to be straight...some of them are a little bent, and there are some that are just down right crooked! I just can't seem to throw them away...there has got to be something wrong when I can't get rid of the bent straight pin!!! No I do not need psyco-analysis! I have already been shrunk, just ask Caleb!
While I have been sorting out things I have discovered that I really have a need for a great big project that would use about 30 packages of blue bias tape....I have several different widths, so I can do lots of fun things with it. Does anyone have an idea? No Caleb, it won't work on the Scout Quilt...I already thought of that. However, I have finally found the lost Merit Badge!!! Yippy Skippy! Now I can finish that last patch around the middle of the Scout Quilt and then finish up the long strips. Just think Caleb, you may get it in time for your retirement!
I am scared to clean out the closet. Who knows that those pipe cleaners, bolts of velvet, and the fleece have been up to in there! I saw a basket trying to dig up some fabric markers the other day, so they must be doing something in that closet...anyone brave enough to find out what?
Dad just keeps asking how many more garbage bags I will have...I think he loves the bags of garbage more than he loves me. I must admit that the parts I have done look really great, I just need to label everything because I will never be able to find what I need in all this organization, but the room looks GREAT! At least the corner and where the sewing machine sits looks great! As for the pile of stuff in the middle, maybe a sink hole will just open up and eat it for me.
Right now I have my eye on the pattern file drawers...I am getting rid of every pattern that is too little for the little girls except the ones I would make if I was a Grandma. As you know, Grandma's sew pretty things, not just those baby bibs and petticoats! Gone are the jogging shorts Caleb used to live in, and those bunny Easter baskets will never see the light of day again! Britni's Daisy Kingdom dress patterns are safe, had to keep them, I still have some of the material that isn't made up. CAM is just going to love Dad when he drives the van full of stuff up to their door!
I spent most of this evening wrestling the bobbins into the bobbin cases in the sewing machine drawers. Do you know how unruly bobbins can be. Just when you think you have them all neatly in the box, someone blows a gasket and threads appear outside the box giving it a very messy appearance. You can't tape the thread to the top of the bobbin because then you would never be able to use the thing. You can trim the lose threads, but I guarantee you that you still won't get them all in the box without some little arm or leg hanging out! AMPUTATE I SAY!
The interfacing is also causing me problems. It seems to have issues with staying in the basket I put it in. It doesn't fit in the cubby drawers, and just seems to want to sprawl out all over the room. I have found those little dudes hiding in ribbon drawers, in with the hem tap, and behind the sewing machine. They just show no respect! Does anyone know of an obedience school for sewing materials? Maybe if I could get the interfacing to behave, the bolts of fabric would stop the revolt they are planning too.
Well, I am going to put what few brain cells I have left to bed on the couch. That is if the Beast and Lazy have not taken over the whole thing. Dad is snoring!!! Should have had the Dr. take that out of him while they had him open. I could just go freeze his knee, but I think I will just settle in on the couch instead.
All you kids who think your Mom is losing it....I am not!
Get back on that homework!
Love you.
Mom
Well, I have been working on cleaning up the sewing room this week in between Dad's surgery, and changing his ice water, and keeping the little girls occupied for their Spring Break! I am exhausted just thinking about the last three days!
On Monday, the little girls and I decided to attack the scrapbook room....and attack we did. There isn't even one little sack of stuff not organized and put away, and the sack in the garbage. However, now we are scared to use the room because we don't want those little mess maker's who destroy our hard work to show their faces again. It seems there are some kind of little monsters who invade that room when I go to the grocery store, and they totally destroy all my various stages of organization. I actually think it is the rubber stamps that create all the havoc up there. Ever since I got them out of Dad's closet, they have just been celebrating. I guess they didn't like his artic gear staring at them all the time. The stamp pads declared it a National Stamp Pad Holiday because they had not seen the light of day in months, who knows, maybe years for some of them. I distinctly remember seeing a couple that were looking rather dried out, so who knows, they may be making funeral arrangements any day now.
Those glue dots don't help in the keeping things cleaned up area either. They love to spread themselves out all over the table, then we have the papers who stick to them where we don't want them to stick, and then we have the marking pens that just run amuck whenever they get the chance. And does anyone know how to control those scissors that cut strange designs? They seem to have lives of their own...I am hoping they don't get ahold of my debit card!
Today I was a Garden Ridge and bought a little blue bucket to put on the nice cleared off table to hold the scissors, glue dots, and other little things we use when we scrapbook. However, it was raining (I should say it was down-pouring!) when we left the store, so Cymbre wore the thing for a hat. Some days I just don't know about that kid! So now the bucket is infected with Beastie germs and has to be washed in the dishwasher!
Then Dad had his surgery on Tuesday....talk about five boring hours in the waiting room!! Dr. Elbaz was funny when he came to talk to me. I asked him when Dad could drive the standard car again, and he said no one drives those cars anymore. So all you kids who have those cars, you are officially no ones! Dad is doing great, he is just a bit stiff, and the sides of his knee are still swollen even though we have cycled enough ice water through his little water bag to fill a lake. His biggest problem is he can't get the "YES" they wrote in some kind of super permanent ink off the top of his knee....guess it will still be there if he needs more surgery! Cymbre is in charge of keeping his ice water cold, and Cooper is in charge of physical therapy! My advice, don't have surgery if they are around. They are relentless! I am in charge of kisses, which I must say, are still in excellent health. However, the hugs goodnight are a bit weird since Dad can't turn over on his leg to hug me.
Everyday I have tried to work on that bomb explosion of a sewing room I have. Finally, I have a corner where the file cabinets of genealogy were cleaned up, vacumned, and organized with these cubby things holding assorted interesting stuff. I took the Dead Ancestors up to Shyla's room, and condensed them to two drawers. Haven't heard any complaints yet, but I shut the bookcase so who knows what they are up to up there. The first one to complain gets to live in the garage attic! No bones about it!
Did you know that when stray needles lie in the bottom of a drawer you are cleaning out, they tend to poke you? Now I have a whole big baby food jar full of needles. They are calling their attorney to arrange bail so they can escape from the prision where I put them. I have also discovered that I must have at least 1,000,000 straight pins. Well, they are supposed to be straight...some of them are a little bent, and there are some that are just down right crooked! I just can't seem to throw them away...there has got to be something wrong when I can't get rid of the bent straight pin!!! No I do not need psyco-analysis! I have already been shrunk, just ask Caleb!
While I have been sorting out things I have discovered that I really have a need for a great big project that would use about 30 packages of blue bias tape....I have several different widths, so I can do lots of fun things with it. Does anyone have an idea? No Caleb, it won't work on the Scout Quilt...I already thought of that. However, I have finally found the lost Merit Badge!!! Yippy Skippy! Now I can finish that last patch around the middle of the Scout Quilt and then finish up the long strips. Just think Caleb, you may get it in time for your retirement!
I am scared to clean out the closet. Who knows that those pipe cleaners, bolts of velvet, and the fleece have been up to in there! I saw a basket trying to dig up some fabric markers the other day, so they must be doing something in that closet...anyone brave enough to find out what?
Dad just keeps asking how many more garbage bags I will have...I think he loves the bags of garbage more than he loves me. I must admit that the parts I have done look really great, I just need to label everything because I will never be able to find what I need in all this organization, but the room looks GREAT! At least the corner and where the sewing machine sits looks great! As for the pile of stuff in the middle, maybe a sink hole will just open up and eat it for me.
Right now I have my eye on the pattern file drawers...I am getting rid of every pattern that is too little for the little girls except the ones I would make if I was a Grandma. As you know, Grandma's sew pretty things, not just those baby bibs and petticoats! Gone are the jogging shorts Caleb used to live in, and those bunny Easter baskets will never see the light of day again! Britni's Daisy Kingdom dress patterns are safe, had to keep them, I still have some of the material that isn't made up. CAM is just going to love Dad when he drives the van full of stuff up to their door!
I spent most of this evening wrestling the bobbins into the bobbin cases in the sewing machine drawers. Do you know how unruly bobbins can be. Just when you think you have them all neatly in the box, someone blows a gasket and threads appear outside the box giving it a very messy appearance. You can't tape the thread to the top of the bobbin because then you would never be able to use the thing. You can trim the lose threads, but I guarantee you that you still won't get them all in the box without some little arm or leg hanging out! AMPUTATE I SAY!
The interfacing is also causing me problems. It seems to have issues with staying in the basket I put it in. It doesn't fit in the cubby drawers, and just seems to want to sprawl out all over the room. I have found those little dudes hiding in ribbon drawers, in with the hem tap, and behind the sewing machine. They just show no respect! Does anyone know of an obedience school for sewing materials? Maybe if I could get the interfacing to behave, the bolts of fabric would stop the revolt they are planning too.
Well, I am going to put what few brain cells I have left to bed on the couch. That is if the Beast and Lazy have not taken over the whole thing. Dad is snoring!!! Should have had the Dr. take that out of him while they had him open. I could just go freeze his knee, but I think I will just settle in on the couch instead.
All you kids who think your Mom is losing it....I am not!
Get back on that homework!
Love you.
Mom
Tuesday, March 6, 2007
A Day At Target
Well, today is Tuesday, and I have still been out scouring the stores for something fun for Holly for her birthday. I really need to get it in the box and sent with the St. Patrick's Day stuff, but may have to mail the birthday stuff later....just another trip and line at the post office.
Today was a boring day at Target until the fishy crackers put up a big fuss as I walked past them. It seems they've heard about how Cymbre loves to take the baby ones to school for her snack, and they just thought if I was at the store, I needed to buy them. They said something about her starving because of a careless mother.....needless to say, yes, you all know, they came home with me. But just one package. Then it was on to the Easter Egg stuff, but no matter how much those Peeps tried, I didn't buy them....they are still peeping away on the shelf at Target!! I got even with those dumb fishy crackers!
When I got to the make-up isle, I was looking for some new mascara, but could only find one that would curl my eyelashes!! Can you imagine me with curled eyelashes? Well, there were several brands that tried very hard to jump in my shopping cart, but I just kept putting them back on the shelf, and told them I would call their mommies if they didn't behave! Mascara gets mad when you tell them you are going to call their mommies, because they are afraid they will become a big smear!
Then it was on to the CD section, I was looking for some hip hop music for the Beastie. Well, I couldn't find the one I wanted, so I just left that department and wondered over to the storage bins. I am trying to chase away the mountain of mess in the sewing room and decided to look for somthing to organize some things. Well, this big black bin fell on me while I was trying to get the smaller blue one next to it off the shelf....do you know what if feels like to be attacked by a big black bin?? Thankfully, there was a very nice man on the isle with me and helped me get my attacker until control. After the man left the isle, I told that black bin I would report him to the security guard if he tried anything like that again. Then I took my blue bin and left that dangerous area.
After I left Target, I decided to go to Chic -a- filet to get some lunch.....I sat all alone (that never happens to me, there is always someone I know wherever I go) and talked to Caleb while I ate my lunch. Thankfully, the fruit cup behaved, and the waffle fries didn't create a scene, and lunch was peaceful.
Now I am home, and getting ready for the Dance Studio tonight...who knows what those little heathens will have in store. Thankfully, I am just in and out the next two weeks since those guys who think they are important doctors keep threatening me that if I start to get sick again they will plunk me in the hospital no questions asked. What I want to know is who died and made those doctors so important they get to run my life?
Well, Dad is home, so I am going to read the doctor's report on his knee. He sees the orthopedic surgeon in the morning. Yet another doctor who thinks he will be in control of our lives.
All you kids who have put off you homework....get busy.
Love you.
Mom
Today was a boring day at Target until the fishy crackers put up a big fuss as I walked past them. It seems they've heard about how Cymbre loves to take the baby ones to school for her snack, and they just thought if I was at the store, I needed to buy them. They said something about her starving because of a careless mother.....needless to say, yes, you all know, they came home with me. But just one package. Then it was on to the Easter Egg stuff, but no matter how much those Peeps tried, I didn't buy them....they are still peeping away on the shelf at Target!! I got even with those dumb fishy crackers!
When I got to the make-up isle, I was looking for some new mascara, but could only find one that would curl my eyelashes!! Can you imagine me with curled eyelashes? Well, there were several brands that tried very hard to jump in my shopping cart, but I just kept putting them back on the shelf, and told them I would call their mommies if they didn't behave! Mascara gets mad when you tell them you are going to call their mommies, because they are afraid they will become a big smear!
Then it was on to the CD section, I was looking for some hip hop music for the Beastie. Well, I couldn't find the one I wanted, so I just left that department and wondered over to the storage bins. I am trying to chase away the mountain of mess in the sewing room and decided to look for somthing to organize some things. Well, this big black bin fell on me while I was trying to get the smaller blue one next to it off the shelf....do you know what if feels like to be attacked by a big black bin?? Thankfully, there was a very nice man on the isle with me and helped me get my attacker until control. After the man left the isle, I told that black bin I would report him to the security guard if he tried anything like that again. Then I took my blue bin and left that dangerous area.
After I left Target, I decided to go to Chic -a- filet to get some lunch.....I sat all alone (that never happens to me, there is always someone I know wherever I go) and talked to Caleb while I ate my lunch. Thankfully, the fruit cup behaved, and the waffle fries didn't create a scene, and lunch was peaceful.
Now I am home, and getting ready for the Dance Studio tonight...who knows what those little heathens will have in store. Thankfully, I am just in and out the next two weeks since those guys who think they are important doctors keep threatening me that if I start to get sick again they will plunk me in the hospital no questions asked. What I want to know is who died and made those doctors so important they get to run my life?
Well, Dad is home, so I am going to read the doctor's report on his knee. He sees the orthopedic surgeon in the morning. Yet another doctor who thinks he will be in control of our lives.
All you kids who have put off you homework....get busy.
Love you.
Mom
Saturday, March 3, 2007
Saturday Adventures
Well, today was a very interesting day. I went to the Time Out for Women thing that Deseret Book did here in Houston. It was wonderful. I wasn't totally well, but I am glad I made the effort to be there. I sat by myself, so I didn't have to cough on anyone I knew at least...and the program was wonderful. Michael McLean was the host and sang several of his songs. I had never really listened to his stuff, but today I bought several of his CD's. He did one song about a girl giving her baby up for adoption. He told the story of how the song was written, and I knew because I am an adoptive mom I was going to have tears. Well, I wasn't wrong, and the lady sitting next to me while he was singing noticed my tears running down my face, and asked me if I was ok. I told her yes, but that I was an adoptive mom. I'm the one the song is sung to...the birthmom wants to make sure that her baby knows that he is loved by 2 moms. Needless to say, that CD came home with me, and I am going to make sure that my adopted baby hears it.
The day was a wonderful, no kids, no husband experience for women. I hope to go again when they come back to Houston. Not that I don't like my kids and husband!
On the way home to me street signs began to talk to me...the Hardy Toll road tried to convince me that he was the way home, and then I remembered that I really wanted to find the Sam Houston Tollway. Coming home from the Woodlands is interesting if you get on the wrong road...then as usual I never know what direction I need so when I finally got to 249 I couldn't decide North or South, so I just stayed over on the access road until I could decide and then got back on the right highway. My brain is really directionally challenged. I could have called Dad since I had the car, but the stupid car won't call the person I tell it to, and there was too much traffic to use the cell phone while driving. Once I got to where I recognized, then I knew without the street signs helping me where to go. However, I still managed to get turned around getting off at the Mall to eat at Sweet Tomatoes. However, Dad was there waiting for me, which made everything alright.
Then on the way home from the restaurant, we called Holly to see what she wanted for her birthday, and enjoyed talking to her for a few minutes.
Later we decided to go to the store to try to find some birthday things for Holly, but the little birdies that are supposed to keep me informed of what people want obviously were on strike tonight as they were not answering when I tried to summon them while in Target. Oh well, we went to the signs in the cleaner rows and asked them where to find some Scotch Guard to use on Cymbre's Top Soloist Sweatshirt. Thankfully, the fabric softener knew where it was, or I would still be there waiting for the spray starch to conduct a search.
We did some more wandering around the store, but the little birdies never showed. I guess I need to contact the Union Chief or something. The kitchen isle did yield some ideas, but in reality, just how many salt and pepper shakers does one kitchen need? The hot pink throw rug wanted to come home with us, but we decided that it clashed with Holly's red, so we left it having a temper tantrum on the shelf....hope the store's security cameras weren't focused on that row!
Feeling totally dejected and as failures, the little girls and I decided we just had to have some popcorn. Now we all know that the popcorn freshly popped at Target is by far the best in town, so we bought some to drowned our sorrows over our shopping failure in.
We have decided to take tomorrow off of shopping for birthdays, and making shamrock pillowcases..we have to go to church. By the way, if anyone is looking for me tomorrow, I will be hiding between the pictures in the library until all those crazy people who want copies have left the building!
Now all you college kids who have homework to do....quit wasting time and get on it.
Love you.
Mom
The day was a wonderful, no kids, no husband experience for women. I hope to go again when they come back to Houston. Not that I don't like my kids and husband!
On the way home to me street signs began to talk to me...the Hardy Toll road tried to convince me that he was the way home, and then I remembered that I really wanted to find the Sam Houston Tollway. Coming home from the Woodlands is interesting if you get on the wrong road...then as usual I never know what direction I need so when I finally got to 249 I couldn't decide North or South, so I just stayed over on the access road until I could decide and then got back on the right highway. My brain is really directionally challenged. I could have called Dad since I had the car, but the stupid car won't call the person I tell it to, and there was too much traffic to use the cell phone while driving. Once I got to where I recognized, then I knew without the street signs helping me where to go. However, I still managed to get turned around getting off at the Mall to eat at Sweet Tomatoes. However, Dad was there waiting for me, which made everything alright.
Then on the way home from the restaurant, we called Holly to see what she wanted for her birthday, and enjoyed talking to her for a few minutes.
Later we decided to go to the store to try to find some birthday things for Holly, but the little birdies that are supposed to keep me informed of what people want obviously were on strike tonight as they were not answering when I tried to summon them while in Target. Oh well, we went to the signs in the cleaner rows and asked them where to find some Scotch Guard to use on Cymbre's Top Soloist Sweatshirt. Thankfully, the fabric softener knew where it was, or I would still be there waiting for the spray starch to conduct a search.
We did some more wandering around the store, but the little birdies never showed. I guess I need to contact the Union Chief or something. The kitchen isle did yield some ideas, but in reality, just how many salt and pepper shakers does one kitchen need? The hot pink throw rug wanted to come home with us, but we decided that it clashed with Holly's red, so we left it having a temper tantrum on the shelf....hope the store's security cameras weren't focused on that row!
Feeling totally dejected and as failures, the little girls and I decided we just had to have some popcorn. Now we all know that the popcorn freshly popped at Target is by far the best in town, so we bought some to drowned our sorrows over our shopping failure in.
We have decided to take tomorrow off of shopping for birthdays, and making shamrock pillowcases..we have to go to church. By the way, if anyone is looking for me tomorrow, I will be hiding between the pictures in the library until all those crazy people who want copies have left the building!
Now all you college kids who have homework to do....quit wasting time and get on it.
Love you.
Mom
Thursday, March 1, 2007
Things Are Talking To Me Again
Well, I have spent the last half hour trying to sign in to my own blog. This stupid computer doesn't agree with what I tell it, and so I ended up abusing the thing to make it do what I want it to do.
I've decided those little men that live side this tower thing can't read my mind and connect their little wires where I need them to connect so the machine does what I want it to do.
All this is ok since inadament objects tend to talk to me. Here's what happened today:
I was innocently walking around Kohls and this mushy belly toy started talking to me and told me he has to go home with me. Further investigation of the bin holding this toy revealed many dissatisfied toys. The dog from the bottom of the bin was complaining that he was getting squished by the bear sitting on his nose. In the end, I rescued one of the toys from the bottom of the bin, but you will just have to wait and see which one it was. (Someone will get it from the far reaches of my closet for a present one day!) I hear that laughing!
Then I went to Walmart looking for St. Patrick's Day goodie box stuff, and decided that I should not have spent the last three weeks in bed being sick. I did manage to find a few little things that should occupy my seriously spoiled college kids, when these little gold coins began reporting all their troubles. Now gold coins are a rarity to me, so I stopped and listen to their report for a while. Seems they have been packed in dark boxes for weeks, only to be unpacked at noisy stores where little children poke and pinch them. Well, I put four packages of them out of their misery and brought them home. However, I can't find the pot to put them in to make a pot'o'gold for my goodie boxes. I have such trauma today.
Then I went to the fabric department looking for shamrock material, because someone whose initial is "R" thinks his pillowcase needs to match....do you know how hard it is to find matching material for something that was made years ago....so the bolt of material with the shamrocks starting telling me that I would never find a match and I should just buy new material that would be enough to make all 9 pillowcases I needed. Well, that lady would never come and cut it, so I just left since I had to get the Off Campus PE kid from school.
When I got to the school, it was like the wind was blowing the state of Texas right up to Kansas! Now I can take a little wind, after all we did live in Broomfield, Colorado, but to have the van rocking back and forth when I parked was just a bit much. I sat there for a minute before I had to brave the elements and walk into the school to sign Cooper out. Grabbing my cell phone in case I need to call Dad to save me from the weather, I tried to open the van door, only to have the thing almost amputate my leg as it slammed shut! Another try, and I managed to get out of the van, make it to the school front door and sign Cooper out. A daily ritual, since the school think terrorists come to get children every day. On the way back to the van, I was thinking that I needed my ruby slippers and ToTo since I was blowing to Kansas! Has anyone seen TOTO? And I know someone borrowed my ruby slippers! Give them back before I release the flying monkeys!
Now that you've all had a good laugh....get back to the homework!
Love you.
Mom
I've decided those little men that live side this tower thing can't read my mind and connect their little wires where I need them to connect so the machine does what I want it to do.
All this is ok since inadament objects tend to talk to me. Here's what happened today:
I was innocently walking around Kohls and this mushy belly toy started talking to me and told me he has to go home with me. Further investigation of the bin holding this toy revealed many dissatisfied toys. The dog from the bottom of the bin was complaining that he was getting squished by the bear sitting on his nose. In the end, I rescued one of the toys from the bottom of the bin, but you will just have to wait and see which one it was. (Someone will get it from the far reaches of my closet for a present one day!) I hear that laughing!
Then I went to Walmart looking for St. Patrick's Day goodie box stuff, and decided that I should not have spent the last three weeks in bed being sick. I did manage to find a few little things that should occupy my seriously spoiled college kids, when these little gold coins began reporting all their troubles. Now gold coins are a rarity to me, so I stopped and listen to their report for a while. Seems they have been packed in dark boxes for weeks, only to be unpacked at noisy stores where little children poke and pinch them. Well, I put four packages of them out of their misery and brought them home. However, I can't find the pot to put them in to make a pot'o'gold for my goodie boxes. I have such trauma today.
Then I went to the fabric department looking for shamrock material, because someone whose initial is "R" thinks his pillowcase needs to match....do you know how hard it is to find matching material for something that was made years ago....so the bolt of material with the shamrocks starting telling me that I would never find a match and I should just buy new material that would be enough to make all 9 pillowcases I needed. Well, that lady would never come and cut it, so I just left since I had to get the Off Campus PE kid from school.
When I got to the school, it was like the wind was blowing the state of Texas right up to Kansas! Now I can take a little wind, after all we did live in Broomfield, Colorado, but to have the van rocking back and forth when I parked was just a bit much. I sat there for a minute before I had to brave the elements and walk into the school to sign Cooper out. Grabbing my cell phone in case I need to call Dad to save me from the weather, I tried to open the van door, only to have the thing almost amputate my leg as it slammed shut! Another try, and I managed to get out of the van, make it to the school front door and sign Cooper out. A daily ritual, since the school think terrorists come to get children every day. On the way back to the van, I was thinking that I needed my ruby slippers and ToTo since I was blowing to Kansas! Has anyone seen TOTO? And I know someone borrowed my ruby slippers! Give them back before I release the flying monkeys!
Now that you've all had a good laugh....get back to the homework!
Love you.
Mom
To My Kids
Well, I was signing up for a Google Account name, and ended up creating my own blog....can't decide if it is good or not but here it is.
I don't have pictures to put here, so it's boring today...no time to figure it out. I have to do St. Patrick's pillowcases because some kids are very demanding!
The good news is that my lungs are clear, no pnuemonia! Just Asthma and bronchitis. However, I am feeling better, so soon it will be back to the old grind.
Must run..laundry calling.
I don't have pictures to put here, so it's boring today...no time to figure it out. I have to do St. Patrick's pillowcases because some kids are very demanding!
The good news is that my lungs are clear, no pnuemonia! Just Asthma and bronchitis. However, I am feeling better, so soon it will be back to the old grind.
Must run..laundry calling.
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