Number Four was looking out the window at all the huge flakes coming down. He was not happy because he wanted to go out and pick rocks. (I didn't even ask.)
"We should probly take the vacuum outside and vacuum up all that snow!" he decided.
I couldn't agree more.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Sunday, March 29, 2009
taking a deep breath
I am still alive. I think. Just pinched myself to make sure.
Ouch.
Yep, still here.
Not sure if that makes me happy or not - I'm ready for Jesus to come back any time now...
My days lately are consisting of putting out one fire after another - either because of a lack of planning on my part or things that pop up that "have to get done today." I'm be-bopping between wrestling practices, cement board cutting, cooking, cleaning, laundry, home-school, knitting hats, mailing hats, trying to be a good wife, trying to be a good friend on facebook and grocery shopping. I occasionally get a shower in there somewhere.
Last Sunday I noticed that all three kids were wearing clothes that were at least a size too small - slightly embarrassing (for me, not them - they're boys. They could care less if something doesn't fit as long as it doesn't hurt.) So, have to add that to my five-mile-long TO-DO list. Sort through clothes in four different dressers.
Sometime this week I have to figure out what I'm going to order/buy at the annual MACHE (homeschool) convention on Friday, finish a preemie hat, get overdue books to the library, finish taxes (grrr!), drive to Thing #1's writing class, two or three wrestling practices (for the boys, not me), edit hubby's resume, make eight meals, keep myself from nibbling on frozen cookie dough, finish a newsletter and start designing a new one, write up a knitting pattern for a felted purse, not to mention the bathroom that just won't go away.... Sigh.
Let everything that has breath praise the Lord... What do you do if you can't catch your breath?
Ouch.
Yep, still here.
Not sure if that makes me happy or not - I'm ready for Jesus to come back any time now...
My days lately are consisting of putting out one fire after another - either because of a lack of planning on my part or things that pop up that "have to get done today." I'm be-bopping between wrestling practices, cement board cutting, cooking, cleaning, laundry, home-school, knitting hats, mailing hats, trying to be a good wife, trying to be a good friend on facebook and grocery shopping. I occasionally get a shower in there somewhere.
Last Sunday I noticed that all three kids were wearing clothes that were at least a size too small - slightly embarrassing (for me, not them - they're boys. They could care less if something doesn't fit as long as it doesn't hurt.) So, have to add that to my five-mile-long TO-DO list. Sort through clothes in four different dressers.
Sometime this week I have to figure out what I'm going to order/buy at the annual MACHE (homeschool) convention on Friday, finish a preemie hat, get overdue books to the library, finish taxes (grrr!), drive to Thing #1's writing class, two or three wrestling practices (for the boys, not me), edit hubby's resume, make eight meals, keep myself from nibbling on frozen cookie dough, finish a newsletter and start designing a new one, write up a knitting pattern for a felted purse, not to mention the bathroom that just won't go away.... Sigh.
Let everything that has breath praise the Lord... What do you do if you can't catch your breath?
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
ha ha ha
I swiped this from Krista's blog - have no idea where she got it. It's so funny, I don't care if I might be breaking any blogging etiquette. Enjoy!
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
it's official!
I'm pretty excited about this - setting up my own shop on Etsy. So far: knitted baby hats and felted Easter/gift baskets, with plans for polar fleece baby blankets, bags and purses in the future. Check it out sisustyle!
Thursday, March 12, 2009
morning alarm
My wake-up call came at 6:10 this morning.
I heard banging downstairs - even to make me think there was a small bear rummaging through my cupboards, clanking dishes around. Turns out it was just Thing #4. The dishwasher hadn't been run last night, so he was improvising with the ceramic bowls for breakfast - five bowls were stacked atop each other on the kitchen table, apparently one of each of the boys and for Dad. He had pulled the gallon of milk out and there was a fresh box of granola on the table next to the teetering bowls.
And I did not react pleasantly to being woken by clanging below my bedroom when it was still dark out and I had three more good hours of sleep available. I hustled him out of the kitchen and put the milk away. He ran off crying back to bed.
Hubby rolled over when I crawled back under the warm covers and wanted to know who it was. When I told him, he wasn't surprised. A couple minutes later, just when I was drifting off to sleep, hoping to get back to my dream about Amy Butler fabric, he asked, "Did you hear my alarm go off?"
"Uh, uh," I mumbled.
He thought about that for a moment and then said (looking on the bright side of a not-so-bright morning), "Well, I guess it's a good thing he got up."
I really don't like morning people.
I heard banging downstairs - even to make me think there was a small bear rummaging through my cupboards, clanking dishes around. Turns out it was just Thing #4. The dishwasher hadn't been run last night, so he was improvising with the ceramic bowls for breakfast - five bowls were stacked atop each other on the kitchen table, apparently one of each of the boys and for Dad. He had pulled the gallon of milk out and there was a fresh box of granola on the table next to the teetering bowls.
And I did not react pleasantly to being woken by clanging below my bedroom when it was still dark out and I had three more good hours of sleep available. I hustled him out of the kitchen and put the milk away. He ran off crying back to bed.
Hubby rolled over when I crawled back under the warm covers and wanted to know who it was. When I told him, he wasn't surprised. A couple minutes later, just when I was drifting off to sleep, hoping to get back to my dream about Amy Butler fabric, he asked, "Did you hear my alarm go off?"
"Uh, uh," I mumbled.
He thought about that for a moment and then said (looking on the bright side of a not-so-bright morning), "Well, I guess it's a good thing he got up."
I really don't like morning people.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
what love will make you do...
This is about Valentines day - a little late I know - but I wanted to make sure I got the story straight before I posted.
Hubby did good this year. Not that I doubted him, but years of getting licorice for Valentine's Day have sort of jaded me. Once a year I know I'm going to get bag of red licorice and a package of Ghardetto's mustard pretzels. Not terribly romantic - but still not a bad gift.
This year, he outdid himself. No licorice. But there was a bag of pretzels wrapped up with a card and a gift certificate.
I officially have $25 to spend on whatever my heart desires at the local yarn shop. Yippee! (The down side is that this will require me to make a DECISION, which takes forever, but for me wasting time in a yarn shop is a little bit like taking a long hot sauna - ahhhh!)
But what made the gift even better was the story that went along with it. Apparently walking into a yarn shop (for a man) is probably a bit like a female trying to get her bearings at a gun show. He told me that he peeked into the door and got the shock of his life as five ladies smiled back at him. (Patty, the owner, has a table set up near the front where people meet to work on projects.)
He turned tens shade of red when he had to ask about a gift certificate. "Oh, you need to talk to Patty for that!" He blindly tried to figure out who Patty was, until someone else informed him that she was on the phone.
Then, he got bombarded with comments and questions. (What woman can resist commenting on romanticism?)
"Are you buying your wife a gift certificate for Valentine's Day?"
"That's such a great idea - so much better than flowers or candy!"
"Oh, that's so nice! I wish my husband would do something that nice."
"Can you call my husband and tell him what a good idea that is?"
With all that pressure (and the Valentine hopes and dreams of at least five women riding on his purchase), hubby couldn't just walk out or drop dead from embarrassment. But I'd be surprised if he ever sets foot in that shop again.
I hope I was worth it.
Hubby did good this year. Not that I doubted him, but years of getting licorice for Valentine's Day have sort of jaded me. Once a year I know I'm going to get bag of red licorice and a package of Ghardetto's mustard pretzels. Not terribly romantic - but still not a bad gift.
This year, he outdid himself. No licorice. But there was a bag of pretzels wrapped up with a card and a gift certificate.
I officially have $25 to spend on whatever my heart desires at the local yarn shop. Yippee! (The down side is that this will require me to make a DECISION, which takes forever, but for me wasting time in a yarn shop is a little bit like taking a long hot sauna - ahhhh!)
But what made the gift even better was the story that went along with it. Apparently walking into a yarn shop (for a man) is probably a bit like a female trying to get her bearings at a gun show. He told me that he peeked into the door and got the shock of his life as five ladies smiled back at him. (Patty, the owner, has a table set up near the front where people meet to work on projects.)
He turned tens shade of red when he had to ask about a gift certificate. "Oh, you need to talk to Patty for that!" He blindly tried to figure out who Patty was, until someone else informed him that she was on the phone.
Then, he got bombarded with comments and questions. (What woman can resist commenting on romanticism?)
"Are you buying your wife a gift certificate for Valentine's Day?"
"That's such a great idea - so much better than flowers or candy!"
"Oh, that's so nice! I wish my husband would do something that nice."
"Can you call my husband and tell him what a good idea that is?"
With all that pressure (and the Valentine hopes and dreams of at least five women riding on his purchase), hubby couldn't just walk out or drop dead from embarrassment. But I'd be surprised if he ever sets foot in that shop again.
I hope I was worth it.
Monday, March 2, 2009
progress?
Here's what I should be doing right now - installing slate in the boys' bathroom. But first, I had to clean it all off - filthy! And now I'm getting the cement board seams ready before I can start dry-fitting the 12x12 tiles. Whew! Makes me tired just thinking about it. Playing around on the computer is so much more fun. Just thought I'd give you a peek at my progress. We'll see how long it takes to get the room done. Feel free to hold me accountable.
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