How does Warm Cinnamon Pumpkin sound? Heather's Brain is giving away a candle a month, and this is the fragrance of the current one. Yummy! Click to go enter a drawing for a free candle. Is that a FREE candle I smell?
Sunday, October 28, 2007
I have been told by some kind friends that my blog loads very slowly. I've been switching my pictures to low resolution replacements to try to help that, but I don't have a place to access my blogs via dial-up to see how long that takes.
Could you leave me a comment or send me an email to let me know how many seconds my blog page takes to load? Of course, you had to wait to see this before you knew I needed your feedback. So, the next time you come back, will you tell me, and tell me whether you have dial up or high speed service?
Thank you so very much!
thoughts from daisy at 9:50 PM
Saturday, October 27, 2007
It was pure heaven having little X-man keep me company last night. Not a fit nor a tear came from him--he has such a gentle spirit. Okay, Dee-momma, I know he throws fits for you. But just let me live with my lovely illusions.
He just followed me around for most of the evening, and we played peekaboo and "where's the kitty?" He loves to catch Tucker on the floor. He'll pet him first, very softly. He likes to put his little finger right next to Tucker's nose and wait for Tucker to rub his whiskers on it. Then when he's had enough of that, he'll lay himself down on top of Tuckie and rest the side of his face on Tucker's furry belly. X-man will lay there for five or ten minutes, just soaking up Tucker. Tucker will move if X-man starts trying to crawl over the top of him, but most of the time he just lays there and takes it. He doesn't even twitch his tail much.
At about ten o'clock or so, Johnny got him to sleep, and we laid him in the crib. I didn't hear a peep out of him until a little after one. I think that's what time it was. I was too groggy to see the clock clearly. I gave him a bottle and changed his pooey diaper.
He was up once more for something to drink, and then slept till about nine this morning. I woke up when the phone rang about fifteen times in a row, and then he got up shortly after I did. He was pretty cheerful at first, but he did get a little cranky because he was hungry, though. It was so funny.
I love that about this age. Their emotions are so out there. They don't hide things, or keep them to themselves. They're just so real, so innocent. If something tickles their funny bone, they just crack up. They don't worry about trying to be cool. They just bust out with a big belly laugh.
They don't think we're corny when we play silly games with them. They just keep coming back for more. We're allowed to be silly ourselves when there is a baby around, and no one thinks anything of it. Even the boys get a little goofy with him. I love it.
I feel like my heart got filled up with love. What a gift grandbabies are!
Friday, October 26, 2007
Usually when I insert a picture into my blog post, suddenly the line spacing gets really cramped together. It makes my eyes go buggy to look at it, and I can't imagine anyone being able to look
(This is only for Blogspot blogs, by the way. I'm a complete neophyte with Wordpress. Sorry.)
Log into your account like you're going to create a new post.
Click on Dashboard, up in the top right corner if you're not already in there.
Under where it says Manage Your Blog, it should show the name of your blog, along with links that say "Posts", "Settings", and "Layout".
Click on "Posts".
This will get you into the page where you edit your post.
There are two tabs at the top right corner of the box that has the post you typed. One of them says "Edit HTML", and one says "Compose". Click on the Edit HTML tab.
Okay. It's as easy as this.
At the very beginning of your post, type this:
And at the end of your post, type this:
This will make all the lines be spaced with a consistent distance between each of them. Click on Publish Post.
That, my friends, is all there is to it. Well, perhaps this will be a lonely victory, but it made my evening worthwhile! Hooray!
UPDATE: Here is an even better solution. I found a post on another blog that tells you how to fix the HTML in the template, which fixes it permanently instead of on a one-at-a-time basis. Go here to read it!
Thursday, October 25, 2007
I smiled, reading this post over at Unique Bird of Paradise, and then I got teary-eyed. She does a great job of describing the adventures of a little almost a year-and-a-half old, going on two, shortie man--she makes me remember when I was in the thick of it all! And it didn't do any good to cheer when one kid got out of a stage, 'cause another one was going to go into it! I remember when they had me tearing my hair out...and now it has gone full circle.
Think back, just a few years, or maybe only to yesterday, and tell her your best strategy for dealing with little boy tantrums. My favorite mantra now is, "This, too, shall pass." I better write that down so I can remember it tomorrow when I get to babysit!
You can probably go one better than that, though. Click on over if you have a little word of wisdom for her.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Thanks, Miss Paula, for the lovely award. I appreciate you! This was almost two weeks ago. See how behind I am? Thank you for always coming to visit me and make me laugh! I think we'd have great fun together, making our "me" books. Speaking of which, I wonder if you've done any more pages in there since you shared your first two pages with us about PINK and why you love it.
I took one of those art pads with me when we went out of town for a weekend away, and I just journaled in it about what we did on our trip. I took pictures to match the journaling, and as soon as I get them printed, I'll add them to my book. I used one of my favorite PURPLE pens for the journaling. I think my scrapbooks will probably always be more about the journaling. When I look at a blank page and think about the pictures I want on there, I have a big blank circle in front of my eyes. If I think about what story I want to tell, it falls out of my brain onto the page in a second.
I think I'm going to tear the pages off at the perforations and put them in sleeve protectors, kind of like Barb, over at A Chelsea Morning, did for her book of Good Things. If I had to pick one person who has all the character traits I don't have but wish I did, it would be her. She is a super-sweet, clean-freaky kind of person, AND she comes from Colorado, too! I grew up there. I can claim something in common with her, but it's definitely not the clean-freaky part! LOL.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
G-girl has the entire ten seasons of Friends. She bought them a little at a time when she was working last summer. Yep. Guess what I'm watching these days when I can squeeze a little bit of it in.
When I first watched it, I thought they were some of the dumbest people EVER. That's my usual reaction to most sitcoms. Then the girls would drag me into their room to see a funny part, and finally, I was hooked.
Well, I have Season One at my desk, and I watch it on my lunch hour, sometimes, when I'm caught up with DWTS. G-girl and I ride together three days a week, and I was leaving my office the other day with her. I was chuckling about what I had watched that day. Without thinking, I waved one hand at the PC and in the manner of Margaret Wise Brown's Goodnight Moon, I said, "Bye, Friends."
G-girl couldn't believe her ears. "What did you just say? Did you just say, Bye, friends?" She was laughing hysterically.
Busted! I felt like the little kid whose mom finds out that she has an imaginary pal. I was a little sheepish, but hey. You take your friends where you can get them, even if they do live in a little box in the drawer!
Monday, October 22, 2007
It's a good thing bad thing kind of day. Maybe it's just hormones.
The good thing is that I think my interview went well, for the most part. There were a couple of questions that I just got stumped on. I hate that, because I didn't really know what they were asking for, even after I asked them to clarify their question. But even so, I had a good feeling about it. I'm okay either way, if I get it or if I don't. Another good thing is that I WON A GIVEAWAY!!!!!!! I won! I won! I can't say anymore that I never win things.
Oh...I should tell you what I won! I am looking forward to receiving Mosaic, Amy Grant's new book. I won it from Dandelion Momma's blog. You should bookmark her blog...she's always giving things away, cause she's generous like that. Check out this quote she has on her blog: Don't judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant. - Robert Louis Stevenson - Talk about a good attitude. I guess maybe I need to look on the bright side.
The bad thing is that I missed part of Dancing With the Stars. I had to go get some eggs, and I took too long. When I got back, it had already started. Don't laugh, y'all. There are so few shows that I like to watch that when I find one, I take it seriously. If the kids are making noise, I don't give up. I turn the volume up until THEY give up and leave the room.
Okay, well, tonight--I gave up. I got mad and I gave up. No names, no blame. I just got tired of it. I'll watch it on my lunch hour tomorrow. I don't vote anyway. I just like to watch the dance. So I'm having a pouty pity party by myself. I'll be better tomorrow.
Saturday, October 20, 2007
I saw an article from the Associated Press that says how San Francisco is considering opening a safe-injection site where drug addicts can shoot up heroin, cocaine and other drugs under the supervision of a nurse, free from threat of arrest or prosecution. What a concept.
This goes against all logic and reason for me. Is this what our public policies have come to? To have a protected place where street-drug users can get high? Funded by public money? Have all these people lost their minds?
Of course, for those of you who say you don't want to pay for something like this, I've got a news flash. You already are. In San Francisco, for example, drug overdoses are involved in one out of every seven calls to the emergency department. Who do you think the expense gets passed on to when the patient cannot pay?
I also have to consider how I would feel if any one of my children was an addict. Would I want my children treated with dignity, or would I want others to disregard them and simply look the other way as they fell into that crevasse of addiction that lies between sanity and hell? I'm pretty sure I'd still want them treated with dignity, addict or not. On the other hand, if they are adults, they must be held accountable for their actions. So where does the line fall between compassion and consequence?
I'm not comfortable making a snap judgment without having enough information. I think I have to set my prejudices aside long enough to learn more about them before I dismiss them out of hand. Although that is easier said than done for a finger-pointing freak like me.
Didn't I say that these things go in threes? Rocks in My Dryer is hosting another bloggy giveaway starting Monday Oct 29th. If you remember the Summer Bloggity giveaway, or whatever the henny penny it was called, you might remember how much fun it was. Kind of like trick-or-treating for kids, but this is for bloggers and you don't have to go out in the cold, tripping over people's lawn ornaments. You just go from blog to blog and sign up for whatever the blog author is giving away. They do a drawing at the end of the week, and voilá, somebody wins it! It's that easy.
So Monday morning, ladies, start your computers and head straight for the Fall Y'all giveaway at Rocks in my Dryer!
You can come here, too, because I'll post my nifty giveaway. I'll give you a liiiiittle hint. It has something to do with my latest passion: scrapbooking and cardmaking.
I hafta get busy, then, so I get all my stuff situated. This weekend I'm on a mission: clean up the black hole and get ready for fall! See ya!
Friday, October 19, 2007
These giveaway things seem to go in bunches. Or is it groups of three? If it's groups of three, that means maybe I should do my giveaway verrrrry soooon!
But the Preacher's Wife is giving away a lovely Beth Moore "Loving Well -- Retreat in a Box" set! Check it out if you like, but don't set your heart on winning, 'cause I wanna! Just kidding. The more the merrier!
How fun would that be to do with a few ladies! Oh, my.
Sneaking spinach and carrots into dessert?? That is totally unfair, and I LOVE it!
For parents who worry about their kids not getting enough vegetables, this is the perfect cookbook! Want them to get their quota of carrots? Make the meatloaf recipe. You can sneak spinach and carrots into the brownies you give them for dessert, spinach into the oatmeal blueberry bars, and sweet potatoes into their pancakes.
You steam and puree or finely chop the vegies (a food processor works wonders) and just fold them into the recipe as you make it. That's it! No noses turned up, no more listening to the "eeeeeww" noises the kids make when you're cooking vegetables for dinner.
Just serve, and smile!
Deceptively Delicious, by Jessica Seinfeld, is the latest book being reviewed on An Island Review. Go there to enter to win a free copy!
That so reminds me of what I sometimes did with the kids' milk. I really shouldn't tell, because sometimes they read this, but they probably already know. We would occasionally have some lactose free milk here, and they wouldn't TOUCH it. So when our gallon jug of good old regular milk got about halfway empty, I'd just add a wee little bit of the lactose free milk to the jug. I kind of blew it when I poured in an entire half gallon when the regular milk was almost gone. It was pretty obvious, then. There is a slightly different sweet taste if you drink it by itself. They were on to me, even though I wouldn't admit it. Until I messed up, though, they NEVER KNEW.
Shhhh----don't tell the kids. Brownies, anyone?
This is a lesson I've learned over and over, but somehow I always think it will be different the next time.
Never, never cook things when you are trying to do something else besides.
I was cooking a late-night snack of a grilled cheese sandwich and reading blogs at the same time. "I'll remember to go turn the sandwich," I thought to myself.
The smell of burning bread reminded me I was getting sidetracked. I jumped right up out of my chair, the blog I was reading still hanging in limbo on the monitor. I flipped the sandwich over even though it was burnt, AND STUPIDLY WENT BACK TO FINISH READING with the same idea--I'll be right back, Mr. Sandwich. Don't burn on the other side. Just wait for me. Whatever.
I'm now crunching a tasteless charred cheese sandwich, mainly because Mr. Finicky the dog wasn't interested in it and I was too lazy to make another one.
Multitasking is not for everyone, particularly those
obsessed by interested in blogging.
Thursday, October 18, 2007
I was reading Mandy's blog, Just a Girl, and her post reminded me about pen pals! Did you ever have a pen pal? When I was young, I lived in Colorado, and the friends I wrote to mostly lived in Minnesota or Michigan. Imagine that--I loved to write even then! I wrote to several friends in Minnesota, one in Michigan, one in California, and a couple in Finland.
Writing has always been my favorite way to communicate. There's just something that I love about putting words down on paper. And then people write back, and you get to savor the words they took the time to write to you. I think that's why I like email and blogging so much. It's like writing letters to stay in touch.
But sometimes I wonder if email has ruined the idea of being a penpal. Part of the charm of having a penpal was the anticipation of waiting for a letter after you dropped yours into the mailbox. Now people can get online and snap instant messages back and forth together without a second thought, which is fine, but not nearly the same.
I'm guess I'm just being nostalgic here, but I do know that when I sort through the mail, the first things I open are the handwritten envelopes. Why is that?
Monday, October 15, 2007
Since my honey and I are starting to feel like we're getting old, I tried an old recipe tonight...well, actually it was new for me. It was...salmon gravy with peas over mashed potatoes. (dead silence)
Oh, I was waiting for the eeeeewwww! reaction from the kids, but most of them are gone tonight. That's why I picked tonight to make it. Hee hee.
This is Mugs' recipe. I called her to ask her how she makes it, but it was tough going. She is one of those cooks who measures with "somes" and "fews". She told me that you make a white sauce first. I asked her how much white sauce.
"Well you make one recipe of white sauce for each can of salmon you use. You melt some butter and add enough flour to make a thick ...(something or other)." I don't remember the word she used.
"HOW MUCH?" I said.
"I'm getting to that!" She laughed. "Well, I don't measure it, really. Maybe two tablespoons of butter and some flour. Just enough. Actually you make it thicker than usual. Then you just add milk until it's as thick as you want it."
O--kay, Mugs! 'Cause I know just how I want it, this being my first time and all.
"Then you add the salmon, juice and all. Red salmon, not pink. Not ever pink."
Got it. Next?
"Then you dump a can of sweet peas in there--no juice."
Okay, I think I had it. I guessed and by-goshed my way through it, mixed it up and served it over mashed potatoes. It was beautiful. Yumm-o!
The kids got home, and the caterwauling began. "Oh, eeww! What is that smell?!"
"That's your dinner!" They ran for the bedroom. I knew full well they had already eaten.
I sat down to blog while mine cooled, and told the cats to get away from it.
"What did you say?" My honey was trying to hear over the TV from the other room.
"I was talking TO THE CATS!" I shouted back.
He muted the TV. "Well," he said meekly, as if butter wouldn't melt in his mouth. "You don't have to yell."
I'd bang my head on the keyboard but I don't want bruises on my face when I go for my interview.
thoughts from daisy at 8:06 PM
Sunday, October 14, 2007
I have another Karen Kingsbury book out from the library, Just Beyond the Clouds, and I thought maybe I wasn't going to get pulled into this one the way I have her others. (I can feel your shock and dismay, faithful readers!)
It's about a mom who has a son with Down's Syndrome. The language is more simple than most of her books, but I realized it reflects the pace that the mom had to slow down to when she was dealing with her son.
The farther I get into the book, the more complex the plot becomes. I should have know Miss Karen wouldn't let me down. Do you know that in the past, most doctors recommended putting kids with Down's Syndrome into institutions--forever? I know families with these kids, and they have grown up into marvelous people. What a loss for their families it would have been if they would have been "put away." I'm sure that the doctors meant well, but how horrible.
It's interesting, though, because I started it last night, and I don't know if having just read it yesterday made me notice more, but I think I ran into at least three people just today who have kids with disabilities. It made me think about how people treat them and teach them.
Well, it occurred to me that my one friend might be interested in reading this book. She could relate to it. And it would be a way to share faith with her without hitting her over the head with it. Karen has such a nice way of weaving her faith into her stories--it's not in your face or preachy; she just shows it as a natural part of her character's lives. I'm wondering if that is God nudging me...probably, huh? Maybe I'll be purchasing a copy to give away.
Well, I'm going to bed, but to read, not to sleep! At least not yet.
And in anticipation of tomorrow's lineup of evening entertainment, I'll do a couple of spins and twirls reminiscent of Dancing With the Stars as I make my way down the hall to bed.
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Do you ever just wonder what in the world your pets do when no one is watching? I'm convinced that my cats have a secret life. They act one way when we're around, and when we're gone or sleeping, they put on eyemasks, suit up in their Bad Boy personae, and tear up the place. Like, they wouldn't think of jumping up on the counter or the table when we're in the same room. But sometimes late at night I'll come out to get water, and I'll catch one of them in the act--staring at me in dumbfounded surprise, paw frozen in mid-stride, right in the middle of the kitchen counter.
They don't take kindly to other animals in their territory, either. They puff their fur up and stand looking sideways at the intruder, as if to scare them right back out the door. Last night, one of our friends brought their new puppy over for us to see, and the cats were so bent out of shape. They were not impressed at all. Then to add insult to injury, D-girl brought her kitten, Gazhaagens, back to our house for the night.
So Gazhaagens is visiting us again! (That's gah-zhaa-gains, said with the same emphasis as potpourri. Confused? Never mind.) She is here as our houseguest (catguest?) temporarily. She is going to a new home tomorrow. M just bought a house, and she is taking Gazhaagens and adding her to her household. D-girl wants to get a puppy, and there is a limit on the number of animals they can have at one time. So Gazhaagens got adopted into a new family.
D-girl's other two cats, Boom-Boom and Charli, are missing Gazhaagens today. Well, Boom-Boom is missing her. He's walking around looking for her everywhere. On the other hand, Charli, the Queen of Everything, is doing victory laps around the house. "Yes! The brat is gone!"
Gazhaagens is D-girl's youngest cat--I still call her a kitten because she is so little, but she is about six months old, I think. She looks so dainty, but she can be a royal brat. She's a feisty one, she is.
We first let her out of the little kennel she came here in, and she ran back and forth through the house like a petulant child. She was scared, but still had enough of an attitude to lash out with a spunky hiss when either of our cats got too close to her. She wanted us to pay attention to her, but when we did, she'd hiss or bat at us and run away. She's like a sulky princess who doesn't know what she wants.
Well, I figured the cats would all be okay out in the living room area together. They had had some time to get reacquainted, and they weren't fighting. Our cats usually sleep most of the night anyway, with only a few spurts of racing up and down the hall. Although, those footraces sound more like a team of basketball players. Whappeta tappeta bump bump! A pause, and then again, racing feet and muffled thumps. You'd think they were somersaulting down the hall. But I think they're getting old enough that they have to take some serious naps between their wrestling matches.
So anyway, we went to bed, and we didn't hear any pandemonium from the cats. I slept like a baby. Wait. Babies are up and down all night long. I slept like a teenager! Didn't hear a thing.
I got up in the morning around seven, opened the bedroom door, and there sat Tucker and Franklin, wide awake. And about two feet away sat Gazhaagens with her long bottle-brush tail wrapped around her feet. If she could have, I'm sure she would have been calmly filing her nails or some such thing. I walked across the hall into the bathroom, and our two cats suddenly bolted into the bathroom in front of me. Gazhaagens strolled in there casually behind them, but I wasn't having that. I bent down to pick her up. I wasn't going to have them get into a scratching match underneath my legs--my momma didn't raise any fools.
As I scooped her up, Tucker saw her when he turned around and looked behind him. He made a mad dash right back out of the bathroom, and just as I was putting Gazhaagens down in the hall, he ran underneath my hands. I almost set her right on top of Tucker, which made him run even faster. It was just like watching a cartoon! His belly shakes from side to side as he runs, so he kind of zigzags when he gets going. As he picked up speed, I thought he was going to knock himself over. Here was Gazhaagens behind him, running on her back legs, whappity-whapping him with her front claws out, all the way down the hall! Poor Tucker! I laughed till I thought I was going to fall down.
Afterward, I realized that little stinker had those two big cats cornered in the hallway by our door. They didn't even dare walk past her, so they just sat there! Franklin and Tucker were probably egging each other on. "You make a run for it." "No, you go. I'll follow you." "Are you crazy?! She'll tear us up." I wonder how long she had them cornered there. I bet they hadn't slept all night.
I put Gazhaagens back into her kennel to give them all a break from each other, and shut the door. I swear I heard Franklin and Tucker heave huge sighs of relief. Tucker went lickety-split for the water dish, and Franklin buried his face in his food dish. About ten minutes later, they were passed out on the floor where they take their naps, out cold. They didn't move for about two hours!
Bad Boys: 0
Friday, October 12, 2007
Oh! I went to the cafeteria to get some French fries today, and there was a rap artist performing. A Christian artist. It was perfect timing. That was serendipity. Okay, it was probably God. I actually love rap when the lyrics are clean. It's poetry, metaphors, lyrical and the beat keeps my feet moving. I sat down to enjoy instead of going back to my office to eat lunch.
So I had the beat with my bites. music while I munched. tunes while I tasted. and lyrics while I lunched.
♪♪the beat with my bites. music while I munched...♪♪
I know, don't quit my day job. But the guy was really good. You can check out some samples of his stuff at the blackSoil project. What a great way to end the week!
Thursday, October 11, 2007
I did this once before, but I'm going to post it and then go see how different the first one was.
I'm having trouble getting this to look right, but there's more than one way to blog this post. Take a quick click trip here and you'll see the difference, or you can try your own. It's a good Friday project. Try it in the morning before you get completely awake. Hee hee! Who knows what yours could end up like then? Leave me a link if you do it so I can see yours.
Well, dreamer and love bug were the same. The middle two were slightly different. Different day, different mood. It cracks me up with these things. They ask you questions. You tell them. They tell you what you told them, and you are so amazed at how accurate it is! CUP (Cracking up laughing)
No, no! CUL! Dyslexia strikes again!
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
I was driving E-girl to her friend's house so they could ride to youth group together when for some unknown reason she tickled me, and I swerved. "Hey!" I yelped.
"What?" she says innocently.
"You tickled me! You should never tickle the driver."
"I tickled you?" she says, "Are you tickled pink?"
The only one who would be tickled pink, I told her, would be Miss Paula, because she got a pink laptop for her birthday.
"Who's Miss Paula?" she asked. When I explained that she is my blog friend, E-girl was pretty skeptical.
"You don't even know this lady and you know what she got for her birthday?"
"I do too know her. She's my bloggy neighbor, and we're sistas! Sistas in Christ."
"Is she the one you met at the coffee shop?"
"No," I explained. "That was a different bloggy friend. But I would meet Miss Paula if she lived close enough. Maybe if I go to Las Vegas, I'll meet her at the Deeper Still conference."
She was impressed--I know it. Her exaggerated eyeroll said it all as she got out of the car.
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
I looked at a picture of myself today, and I saw my mother's hairline. I wanted to break out the Photoshop. I'm not ready to look like her yet. Maybe in thirty or forty more years...
Then later, P-girl, who is Baby Del's momma (I just noticed we have a lot of grandsons starting with D. So it's D-boy, who just turned 7, little D, who isn't a year yet, and Baby Del, who is almost 2), anyway P-girl was at our house tonight with Baby Del, and I was telling her that I have an interview soon. She asked me where, and I told her all the details. She listened attentively...
And then, about an hour later, I got all excited about it and TOLD HER AGAIN!
As she was smiling gently and nodding, I realized that I just might have already told her that. When I asked her, she nodded, smiling that way again. Yep. We just had that conversation. Ohhhh, nooooo.
Like my memory wasn't bad enough before. I HATE this!!! I'm going to bed.
Ooooh, I got home today, and my honey had all the windows in the house open, airing out the place, he said.
Brrrrrrr! I think it was colder in the house than it was outside. I don't know how that is possible, but it's true. It was only about 60° in the house. Perhaps the cold froze his internal thermometer...I'm not sure. You would think that at the very least the ups and downs of our thermometers could be synchronized...but NO! When I'm cold, that's when he's happy to sleep with snow falling on his head. When I'm sweating bullets, he's got two blankets on. Go figure!
So anyway, I dug out my long sleeve turtleneck and my warm jeans and changed my clothes so I could stay warm until he was satisfied that the house was sufficiently aired out. All of a sudden, the back of my neck felt like there were a dozen needles poking into it. The tag! I HATE tags!!
I went flying into the bedroom to find a pair of scissors, fingernail clippers, anything! The clippers didn't work. The tag was too thick. I finally found a pair of scissors, but the tag was sewn too tightly to the sweater. I couldn't get it all. I tried it on again. Aauuugh! Itch!
I took it back off, cut off every little strip and corner that I could, but it still wasn't enough. The heck with it. I turned my sweater inside out and marched out into the other room. Perfect! No itch, no freeze.
What was the first thing my honey noticed? "Your shirt's inside out."
I smirked. "Yeah?"
"Well?" Eyebrows raised.
I pouted. "I don't care. It itches."
"You're going to the store like that?"
Mmm hmmm. I went to the store like that.
Hey. What did I have to lose? I'm not a celebrity, so no paparazzi are going to be chasing me to take humiliating pictures. Most people, if they even notice, will assume that I did it unintentionally, and they'll be too polite to mention it. If anyone does try to give me a quiet heads up that I'm a little exposed on the seam side, I'll just smile and sweetly say, "I know."
They won't even know where to go with that.
Monday, October 8, 2007
Here is John Mellencamp's new music video...a pointed commentary on racism. The mayor of Jena is not happy about it at all, which is understandable, but I don't think the song is just about Jena. I see it as a reflection of our society in general. Jena is just the most visible facet in recent times.
I wouldn't want my town to be known for this either, but you can't get rid of a boil until you lance it, expose it to the air and clean it out. Racism is a boil on the face of our society.
Sunday, October 7, 2007
I found a new
addiction show to watch. It is Dancing With the Stars. And you know? ABC plays the full shows online after they have been shown in the evenings. So I can catch up on the show on my lunch hour, or early in the morning, or whenever. Late at night is dangerous, though, because I might be up pretty late. Funny how everything I like to do on the computer ends up keeping me up late. I guess that is because everyone has gone to bed and no one is bugging me. I'm getting so crabby that I think I will alienate everyone I know by the time I turn 50, and then I won't have to worry about it.
But I love watching ballroom dancing. I've taken a few lessons and I know how tough it is, so I'm pretty amazed at how quickly these people pick up the new dances they are learning. It's almost as much fun as watching gymnastics or ice skating. In fact, I think I like it more.
I'll watch this for now, since my other show I like to watch is on hiatus: American Idol. Just a few more months and that will be on, too. Compensation for the cold winter weather. Okay, I'm really going to bed. Truly.
Saturday, October 6, 2007
Little D is out of the hospital. They used a nebulizer for his wheezing, and he finally coughed up a bunch of yukk. They gave him some antibiotics and some other meds, and a neb machine for home. Thanks for all the prayers.
Little X-man is feeling better! Hooray! His numbers are back to normal, his fever is gone, and he started walking again. He's back to his old self.
Unfortunately, though, now we have another grandbaby in the hospital. Little D has had a bad cold, and has been throwing up, wheezing and not doing well at all. I don't know if it's asthma, just a virus, pneumonia, or what it is. I just got brief details.
Poor little man. Pray that whatever he has will be apparent to the hospital staff, and that they will be wise enough to give him the appropriate treatment.
Friday, October 5, 2007
I wanted to share some pictures from our little vacation, but didn't want to make my blog take forever to upload. So I'll just put some links in here to the slideshows I made, and you can check them out if you so desire. Be aware that the images are fairly large files, so if you're on dial-up, you might want to find a place with DSL or high speed to check them out.
God's handiwork was so evident when we took the time to look. Just take a peek at the gorgeous scenery. We visited Gooseberry Falls on the way up, and there was a little more walking than we anticipated. My honey didn't remember how far it was...he thought it was like half a block or something. More like half a mile or something. Poor Mugs had a tough time of it.
Lake Superior has so many moods. The first night we were there, it was a little tempestuous. The waves were hissing and spitting in the wind, and there were a couple of times that they would spray about twenty or thirty feet into the air. It was invigorating to sit down by the lake in the dark and see the spray suddenly appear out of nowhere.
Fall colors were everywhere. Some of the leaves had fallen in the rain the day before we arrived, but there were plenty of colorful photo opportunities. I'm such a nature freak. I love taking pictures of intricate, fascinating pieces of nature. I love the details.
The next day it was very calm and overcast. You could see the horizon as just a faint gray line about halfway down the sky. Toward evening it started to clear up a bit. On our final day there, the sky was fairly clear in the morning, and by afternoon, it had started to get cloudy and windy, and the sky started turning a darker gray. We visited Split Rock Lighthouse on the way home, which was verrry cool.
It started raining as we were driving, and on 35W at times, the rain was so heavy that it was hard to see the road. By the time we got home, it had been raining for several hours. We were very glad to get there. The old saying, "There's no place like home," is a cliche for a reason!
Thursday, October 4, 2007
Yesterday went by in a blur. I came home from work and just sat, staring into space. I had no more ambition than our lazy cats who were sleeping by the window. I went to bed early and started again today.
On the way to work, though, I noticed myself getting quite irritated with other drivers. I didn't have to drive in traffic for half a week, and already I was noticing the stress of being back in the fray. I think you gradually become desensitized to the
stupidity bad driving habits of other people and you simply pay no attention. But this morning? I felt like I was going to come unglued.
One part of my drive is quite slow because the only lane going straight gets backed up at the light where the traffic is heavy. I go straight unless it's backed up to the second stoplight back. Then I get in the right turn lane, and I go around the block to come back to the same street after the light.
Did that make sense? I do a right, left, left, and right, and I'm back on the same street, a block down. Past the light.
Okay. Well sometimes people try a fake. Is that the correct football term? I dunno. Anyway, they get in the right turn lane until the very last minute, and THEN THEY CUT IN. Right in front of someone who has been waiting patiently in the go straight lane.
So here I am, waiting in the go straight lane through four light cycles. I'm almost to the intersection, and as the second car in a row cut in front of me from the right turn only lane, I'm shouting at them.
"What! You think you're special? You think you don't have to wait in line like anyone else?! You think the rules are just for other people and you're the only one that's not stupid enough to wait in the slow lane?" They act completely oblivious, of course.
"You think you can just cruise up here all slick and then sliiiiiiide into the go straight lane?" And as I'm shouting, I realize that I do exactly.the.same.thing, only on a different road.
Oh, that took the wind out of my sails pretty quickly. So when you're completely ticked off at someone else, chances are, you'll find that they are not the only ones, if you just give it a little thought. Why is it so easy to overlook our own foibles, but so easy to point them out in others?
What is that scripture about taking the log out of your own eye before you look for splinters in other people's eyes? Uh huh. Oh, yeah.
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
Oh, I'm so glad to be home I'm glad I went!
We had a grand time playing tourist. I'm too tired to tangle with posting pictures tonight, but stay tuned, for sure!
I missed writing, but it was so relaxing to just veg out and not worry about a thing except the very next thing on the agenda. Which ended up being almost anything at all.
We had kidney stew, y'all! And not kidney bean, FYI. My mom used to cook beef kidneys for our cats, and I'd always snitch some of them. So to find out that my honey used to eat kidney and hamburger stew over mashed potatoes was marvelous. Comfort food!
And we ate an exquisite breakfast at The Pie Place in Grand Marais. We decided that the next time we go there, every meal that we eat out is going to be at The Pie Place. Their menu is different every week, so it would be like eating at a different restaurant. Except we would know that the cook is an expert. Oh, my tummy is smiling as I think about it. Homemade wild rice oatmeal bread for the toast, homemade maple sausage and smoked Gouda cheese in my omelet, and triple berry pie for dessert. Yes, you can have dessert for breakfast. Except we took it to go. So I can have it for lunch tomorrow at work. A piece of the weekend in the middle of my day.