Just a quick little giggle--just spent the last hour hit-and-running on the local paper's online forum. Actually most of my responses were to other's responses, but I hit a couple of today's stories and gave them a quick comment---we'll see in a day or so if I get any mileage out of it.
Come on over for supper tonight ya'll--pintos and cornbread and fried taters, if I can kick my cook/husband out of the kitchen long enough to fry 'em up.
Now I am leaving the 'net to those with nothing better to do, as I have a quilt to finish........
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
her first day.....
Shellie started kindergarten for real today. She climbed onto the school bus at the end of our road and began her journey. Red Harley Davidson backpack with a pink motorcycle on it and her peach/orange Polly Pocket lunch box in hand. Her hair was all in curls until she stepped out into the humid air, but I got a few cute pictures of her in front of the house before they all collapsed. I don't think she knew whether to be excited or nervous today, but I think she will be ok. At least the school hasn't called to tell me I have a hysterical child there......LOL.
I called my dad right after we walked back up to the house after putting her on the bus. I think that is the only thing that kept me from crying. I know, there is nothing to cry about, but I'm a sentimental mommy---I tear up at baptisms, first performances, etc.
Her 3rd cousin is in class with her, so she knows someone who is family. Her friend from across the road is in the other kindergarten class.
Now I only hope the teacher puts her on the right bus after school. I have to leave for a work meeting but her dad will be here. And I'll have him call me when she gets home--I'll still be in transit at that time.
My only question is--where did that little 6 lb baby girl go? Suddenly she is a almost 6 yr old school girl.
Time flies even faster than I thought.........
I called my dad right after we walked back up to the house after putting her on the bus. I think that is the only thing that kept me from crying. I know, there is nothing to cry about, but I'm a sentimental mommy---I tear up at baptisms, first performances, etc.
Her 3rd cousin is in class with her, so she knows someone who is family. Her friend from across the road is in the other kindergarten class.
Now I only hope the teacher puts her on the right bus after school. I have to leave for a work meeting but her dad will be here. And I'll have him call me when she gets home--I'll still be in transit at that time.
My only question is--where did that little 6 lb baby girl go? Suddenly she is a almost 6 yr old school girl.
Time flies even faster than I thought.........
Saturday, August 25, 2007
almost there....
The first day of school is almost upon us. I don't honestly know whether to say hallelujah or darn. My youngest starts kindergarten, the oldest her senior year of high school. The youngest is really excited, but she thinks it is patently unfair that I could have a day off work, yet she would have to go to school. Ah, the difference between state-mandated education and a private day care.
I think my oldest son is glad to go back to school---besides seeing his friends, he may as well have been in school over the summer with all the summer honors reading/journalling, etc. he had to do. I kept telling him, that's ok, next summer his brother will join him in the summer reading, etc.
The oldest girl says she is not looking forward to going back--her boyfriend has graduated and is now full time into the world of union work, and a lot of her friends graduated. She'd rather just skip the whole year, escpecially as a lot of people around her have told her that she and those friends may grow apart, even her boyfriend and her may grow apart, as they move on with their lives. She thinks it sucks and that what "they" say will never happen, but I told her that life happens. Sometimes people grow apart; different experiences and goals can do that. I have not a single friend left from high school, a couple from college, and one from my first post college job. I never had a huge circle of friends anyway--3-4 really close friends was usually about the norm. But these friends and I have matured over the years and learned to accept and rejoice over the differences in our lives. We also live hundreds of miles apart, as jobs and families have separated us, so any time we have personal, not just email, contact is just awesome. And we talk and carry on just like we were never apart.
I also have one pretty good friend next door to me---we mother each other's kids and laugh and talk and generally amuse ourselves by trading kid/people stories. We both people watch, and our observations are hilarious--to us anyway. Our husbands get along great and our kids are practically inseparable at times. We also have each other's backs. We know we can depend upon each other to check on our houses and kids if we are not there. We also know that we can depend upon each other for moral support, whether it be over kids, spouses, ex's, whatever. We are there to listen and isn't that what being a friend is all about anyway?
I think my oldest son is glad to go back to school---besides seeing his friends, he may as well have been in school over the summer with all the summer honors reading/journalling, etc. he had to do. I kept telling him, that's ok, next summer his brother will join him in the summer reading, etc.
The oldest girl says she is not looking forward to going back--her boyfriend has graduated and is now full time into the world of union work, and a lot of her friends graduated. She'd rather just skip the whole year, escpecially as a lot of people around her have told her that she and those friends may grow apart, even her boyfriend and her may grow apart, as they move on with their lives. She thinks it sucks and that what "they" say will never happen, but I told her that life happens. Sometimes people grow apart; different experiences and goals can do that. I have not a single friend left from high school, a couple from college, and one from my first post college job. I never had a huge circle of friends anyway--3-4 really close friends was usually about the norm. But these friends and I have matured over the years and learned to accept and rejoice over the differences in our lives. We also live hundreds of miles apart, as jobs and families have separated us, so any time we have personal, not just email, contact is just awesome. And we talk and carry on just like we were never apart.
I also have one pretty good friend next door to me---we mother each other's kids and laugh and talk and generally amuse ourselves by trading kid/people stories. We both people watch, and our observations are hilarious--to us anyway. Our husbands get along great and our kids are practically inseparable at times. We also have each other's backs. We know we can depend upon each other to check on our houses and kids if we are not there. We also know that we can depend upon each other for moral support, whether it be over kids, spouses, ex's, whatever. We are there to listen and isn't that what being a friend is all about anyway?
Thursday, August 23, 2007
snort, giggle, guffaw,
Tanstaafl's a flaming liberal? Ohmigod, someone don't know him vewy well, do he?
Yeah Ronnie got a good laugh out of that one too.
Well after working all day, I came home and canned salsa and cleaned, sliced, diced and froze a bunch of zucchini. Now after cleaning the kitchen up---dishwasher is running with the first load, turning the laundry loads around, and listening to the kids babble, we are grilling hot dogs and frying french fries. Then I think I will go back to quilting my quilt.
Yay!!!! dinner is served---later gators.
Yeah Ronnie got a good laugh out of that one too.
Well after working all day, I came home and canned salsa and cleaned, sliced, diced and froze a bunch of zucchini. Now after cleaning the kitchen up---dishwasher is running with the first load, turning the laundry loads around, and listening to the kids babble, we are grilling hot dogs and frying french fries. Then I think I will go back to quilting my quilt.
Yay!!!! dinner is served---later gators.
Friday, August 17, 2007
booorrrriiinnnngggg....
That was my day at work. I got there at 5am, along with my comanager and 2 stockers and we piddled all morning. The stockers left at 9am, due to boredom, and she and I basically sat in the office and chatted, walked the floor and chatted, each of us ran to our separate banks to put our checks in, and stayed bored.
Yeah there was plenty to do, but they involved tearing aisles down to rework them and that is not something you do on a Friday one week before school starts and the weekend of the local college starting up. You never know when the business is going to hit and then you've got a mess on the salesfloor and customers bugging you all over the place, so you can;t finish the task at hand----because how do you tell your paycheck givers that you can;t help them because you were stupid enough to start a huge ass project with no time to do it? You don;t.
Tomorrow should be better because she and I are splitting the day and that means we will both be at the front end with the cashiers when we are not helping people on the floor---after all it is a Saturday.
Sunday I work 8-2, which is good because it's my folks 41st anniversary and I'd like to spend a little time with them that day. My and Ron's is on Monday--7th--which we will spend waiting on the AC people to get here and hopefully fix our unit. Probably just in time for the next Ice Age. He is taking the day off to be here, since he knows a little more about the things than I do, and my boss was nice and scheduled me off that day.
He really isn't such a bad guy, as long as you do your best.
Anyway, I could probably sit here and find something to bitch about, but it really isn't worth the effort tonight. I'm tired and my head hurts from my late afternoon nap, so I'm to go take some tylenol and stretch out with a good book--as opposed to cooler temps when I curl up with a good book.
HEEHEEHEE.........
By the way, for those of you who are High School Musical fans-----I banned Disney tonight just because #2 premieres tonight.
Yeah there was plenty to do, but they involved tearing aisles down to rework them and that is not something you do on a Friday one week before school starts and the weekend of the local college starting up. You never know when the business is going to hit and then you've got a mess on the salesfloor and customers bugging you all over the place, so you can;t finish the task at hand----because how do you tell your paycheck givers that you can;t help them because you were stupid enough to start a huge ass project with no time to do it? You don;t.
Tomorrow should be better because she and I are splitting the day and that means we will both be at the front end with the cashiers when we are not helping people on the floor---after all it is a Saturday.
Sunday I work 8-2, which is good because it's my folks 41st anniversary and I'd like to spend a little time with them that day. My and Ron's is on Monday--7th--which we will spend waiting on the AC people to get here and hopefully fix our unit. Probably just in time for the next Ice Age. He is taking the day off to be here, since he knows a little more about the things than I do, and my boss was nice and scheduled me off that day.
He really isn't such a bad guy, as long as you do your best.
Anyway, I could probably sit here and find something to bitch about, but it really isn't worth the effort tonight. I'm tired and my head hurts from my late afternoon nap, so I'm to go take some tylenol and stretch out with a good book--as opposed to cooler temps when I curl up with a good book.
HEEHEEHEE.........
By the way, for those of you who are High School Musical fans-----I banned Disney tonight just because #2 premieres tonight.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
IT'S TOO HOTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!
Yes it is. 97 at 6pm. AC down for the count--we hope not anything worse than freezing up.
School shopping is done for the moment. New shoes, backpacks, a couple of new shirts/outfits. These kids don;t need much. Actually Shellie got quite a bit---a cute skort/tshirt outfit for the 1st day, a couple of tshirts and a pair of jeans from Wally World, and a bunch of winter items from Goodwill--sweaters, long sleeved shirts, etc. She didn;t need a backpack, though--she has a red one with a pink Harley on it. Too cute. She thinks it is too small; I think she just wanted a different one, but she has hardly ever used this one.
Opinion-----Don Imus settled with CBS and immediately got sued by one of the Rutgers players he offended. Hello? You were slandered, libelled, humiliated? Chick, no one would know who the hell you were if you didn;t open your mouth to expose it. So you got called a name. Who gives a rat's rear end? I get called all kinds of names by people each day, part of dealing with the public. Can I sue everyone who calls me a bitch of any kind? Puhleeze. Grow up honey. Contrary to what the NAACP says, life is not fair nor is it meant to be. Most people learn that in kindergarten.
Get a life, honey.
And to the duct tape robber from Ashland------get a brain, baby. That sh** hurts when you pull it off. Not to mention it apparently didn;t keep people from ID'ing you.
Off to bed with the fan blowing full blast on me.
School shopping is done for the moment. New shoes, backpacks, a couple of new shirts/outfits. These kids don;t need much. Actually Shellie got quite a bit---a cute skort/tshirt outfit for the 1st day, a couple of tshirts and a pair of jeans from Wally World, and a bunch of winter items from Goodwill--sweaters, long sleeved shirts, etc. She didn;t need a backpack, though--she has a red one with a pink Harley on it. Too cute. She thinks it is too small; I think she just wanted a different one, but she has hardly ever used this one.
Opinion-----Don Imus settled with CBS and immediately got sued by one of the Rutgers players he offended. Hello? You were slandered, libelled, humiliated? Chick, no one would know who the hell you were if you didn;t open your mouth to expose it. So you got called a name. Who gives a rat's rear end? I get called all kinds of names by people each day, part of dealing with the public. Can I sue everyone who calls me a bitch of any kind? Puhleeze. Grow up honey. Contrary to what the NAACP says, life is not fair nor is it meant to be. Most people learn that in kindergarten.
Get a life, honey.
And to the duct tape robber from Ashland------get a brain, baby. That sh** hurts when you pull it off. Not to mention it apparently didn;t keep people from ID'ing you.
Off to bed with the fan blowing full blast on me.
Monday, August 13, 2007
fat
Yes, I am. Yes my oldest son is also probably, according to the ever changing charts. We know this. We don't enjoy shopping for larger clothes and being hotter in the summertime.
However the thing we least enjoy is being stereotyped about it. We are not lazy, nor do we sit around all the time and stuff our mouths full of whatever food is there. And I am so tired of seeing the crap that passes for medical research these days.
For example, the news ticker at the top of the screen states that obese kids miss more school. Not in my household. My kids go to school pretty well regardless of how they feel--that's the rule. I give them a "fake" sick day a year---you know, the one where they just don;t feel right, and they can't give specific symptoms, but yet they look green around the gills---at least until the school bus disappears. But the rest of the time they pretty well have to cough up a lung and fevered and throwing up blood or something before I let them stay home. It's down to---if you want to go to the doctor, you can stay home from school. This goes for the thin ones as well as my oldest. I'm the same way--I don;'t stay home from work unless I go to the doctor and they order me to.
I don't let size run our lives. We know that exercise is the best thing for us to reduce our weight, and I think one of the worst things a school can do is only require gym for one of the four years of high school. Chris has already had his, so now my challenge is to keep him moving when he is not in school. I know my limits on what my body will take, due to prior injuries/conditions. I also know that some of these conditions are exacerbated by my weight.
I have been reading the blog of a friend of my sister in law. This blog is called Jellyfilled. The articles she finds about how researchers think us fatties should be treated and what our supposed problems are are just amazing. From books that talk about, let's be honest now, a return to the Nazi way of thinking on those of us who are different from the desired norm, whatever that is, to articles that are meant to shame and denigrate those of us that are heavier than the size zero that walks the catwalk, the amount of crap out there is unreal.
Yeah, I get down on myself for my size. I am the biggest I have ever been in my life--however at the same time, I am also the most active and healthy I have been. And isn;t that good? I mean, I lowered my cholestoral on my own, eschewing drugs----the same with my blood pressure. Because I wasn't even 40 yet and did not want to be on a never ending, always increasing drug regimen. Because I have a husband and family who, although knowing the risks and beliefs associated with my weight, have been supportive and Ron especially has been instrumental in boosting my self esteem to where, let's face it, I may not like my size but I accept it. And I find that when I fight it less, I lose more weight.
So here's to me, and all those like me.....
However the thing we least enjoy is being stereotyped about it. We are not lazy, nor do we sit around all the time and stuff our mouths full of whatever food is there. And I am so tired of seeing the crap that passes for medical research these days.
For example, the news ticker at the top of the screen states that obese kids miss more school. Not in my household. My kids go to school pretty well regardless of how they feel--that's the rule. I give them a "fake" sick day a year---you know, the one where they just don;t feel right, and they can't give specific symptoms, but yet they look green around the gills---at least until the school bus disappears. But the rest of the time they pretty well have to cough up a lung and fevered and throwing up blood or something before I let them stay home. It's down to---if you want to go to the doctor, you can stay home from school. This goes for the thin ones as well as my oldest. I'm the same way--I don;'t stay home from work unless I go to the doctor and they order me to.
I don't let size run our lives. We know that exercise is the best thing for us to reduce our weight, and I think one of the worst things a school can do is only require gym for one of the four years of high school. Chris has already had his, so now my challenge is to keep him moving when he is not in school. I know my limits on what my body will take, due to prior injuries/conditions. I also know that some of these conditions are exacerbated by my weight.
I have been reading the blog of a friend of my sister in law. This blog is called Jellyfilled. The articles she finds about how researchers think us fatties should be treated and what our supposed problems are are just amazing. From books that talk about, let's be honest now, a return to the Nazi way of thinking on those of us who are different from the desired norm, whatever that is, to articles that are meant to shame and denigrate those of us that are heavier than the size zero that walks the catwalk, the amount of crap out there is unreal.
Yeah, I get down on myself for my size. I am the biggest I have ever been in my life--however at the same time, I am also the most active and healthy I have been. And isn;t that good? I mean, I lowered my cholestoral on my own, eschewing drugs----the same with my blood pressure. Because I wasn't even 40 yet and did not want to be on a never ending, always increasing drug regimen. Because I have a husband and family who, although knowing the risks and beliefs associated with my weight, have been supportive and Ron especially has been instrumental in boosting my self esteem to where, let's face it, I may not like my size but I accept it. And I find that when I fight it less, I lose more weight.
So here's to me, and all those like me.....
Rock on, dude!!!!!!
The quote from my darling 5 yr old as she learned something new this weekend. We were all at my mom's enjoying their pool Saturday after the rest of the family had gotten all hot and sweaty going geocaching with my friend from college. Shellie was doing her usual routine of not wanting anyone to teach her to swim or float, she just wanted to do things her way. Typical.
So imagine all of our surprise when she dunked her head underwater and leaned forward like she was taking off into the breastroke and then came up grinning. So I told her is she had just taken her other foot off the floor of the pool she would be swimming. Guess what? She took it to heart and right there began to teach herself to swim. By the time we got out of the pool about half an hour later--only because I still had to hit the store for dinner supplies---she was swimming with her face underwater for about 5 feet.
Sunday she did even better, going about 7-8 feet--I think the pool is 15 feet. Very proud of herself, and she got to show off for Daddy as well when he came over after work to hang with the family.
But the cutest thing of all was how the first time she did it, her head came out of the water and she planted her feet shoulder-width apart in the pool and stuck both arms in the air over her head like a rock star after an awesome performance and yelled "ROCK ON DUDE!!!!!"
And to her, and us, it WAS an awesome performance!!!!!and proud doesn;t even begin to describe how we feel.
So imagine all of our surprise when she dunked her head underwater and leaned forward like she was taking off into the breastroke and then came up grinning. So I told her is she had just taken her other foot off the floor of the pool she would be swimming. Guess what? She took it to heart and right there began to teach herself to swim. By the time we got out of the pool about half an hour later--only because I still had to hit the store for dinner supplies---she was swimming with her face underwater for about 5 feet.
Sunday she did even better, going about 7-8 feet--I think the pool is 15 feet. Very proud of herself, and she got to show off for Daddy as well when he came over after work to hang with the family.
But the cutest thing of all was how the first time she did it, her head came out of the water and she planted her feet shoulder-width apart in the pool and stuck both arms in the air over her head like a rock star after an awesome performance and yelled "ROCK ON DUDE!!!!!"
And to her, and us, it WAS an awesome performance!!!!!and proud doesn;t even begin to describe how we feel.
Saturday, August 11, 2007
ah, college roomamtes....
My college roommate from my senior year at Miami University (yes, that would be OHIO) came this weekend for a long overdue visit. We had not seen each other since my wedding day almost 7 years ago. We stay in touch, via the occasional email, phone call, etc. But this face to face weekend was fantastic. We met at the nearby McD's so I could lead her to my house Thursday night and spent Friday and Saturday amusing my kids and husband with stories and craziness that was always the hallmark of the best of our times together.
We played cornhole--she had never before--and tossed in the party version of Name that tune--the '80's version, much to the amusement of my husband--who steadfastly maintains that the 80's sucked musicwise--he listened to Metallica and Iron Maiden, etc., then, while we were Terence Trent d'Arby-ing it. My 15 yr old step daughter was highly entertained as well--to see stepmomma buzzed from great Ohio wine and laughing it up and so on. Not to mention that she smoked her dad on the 80's trivia. What a girl!!!!
Mary also took me and Ron and the kids Geocaching---never heard of it--it's like looking for buried treasure using your GPS system. Very neat. The first try--at B'ville Park, was unsuccessful, but today at Salt Rock they found the cache, and have a pretty decent idea of where they went wrong at one near the high school. I may just have to get a cheap GPS just to let the boys keep it up.
More later but right now, Footloose is calling my name!!!!
Rock on 1980's!!!!!
We played cornhole--she had never before--and tossed in the party version of Name that tune--the '80's version, much to the amusement of my husband--who steadfastly maintains that the 80's sucked musicwise--he listened to Metallica and Iron Maiden, etc., then, while we were Terence Trent d'Arby-ing it. My 15 yr old step daughter was highly entertained as well--to see stepmomma buzzed from great Ohio wine and laughing it up and so on. Not to mention that she smoked her dad on the 80's trivia. What a girl!!!!
Mary also took me and Ron and the kids Geocaching---never heard of it--it's like looking for buried treasure using your GPS system. Very neat. The first try--at B'ville Park, was unsuccessful, but today at Salt Rock they found the cache, and have a pretty decent idea of where they went wrong at one near the high school. I may just have to get a cheap GPS just to let the boys keep it up.
More later but right now, Footloose is calling my name!!!!
Rock on 1980's!!!!!
Thursday, August 09, 2007
UFO's
I think I'm going to start a stitching blog. I have so many thoughts and projects that I could blog about. Until I have the time to do it though, y'all are stuck with me.
By the way, UFO's are not shiny full-of-lights objects with little green aliens on them, they are unfinished projects (objects). And I am chock full of 'em.
Just for example:
Cross stitch: floral edged tablecloth
quilt blocks from a kit I bought years ago
"That's what little boys are made of" from Cross my heart
Various baby bibs (my baby is 5 yrs old now!!)
blue/violet floral pillowcases (jsut started on the last trip to CT)
Knitting: afghans for Kris, Kate
getting ready to start afghan for niece Erin
Quilting: need to quilt together all layers for 5 quilt tops
Shellie's quilt top in progress (windmill pattern)
sewing: flannel nightgown for Shellie
This is jsut a partial list.
Then a older customer came into the store about 3 wks ago and overheard me talking with a cashier about the stitching projects we do and would like to do., and brought back in a stash of OLD cross stitch books/mags---she can;t stitch anymore with her eyes, so she gave me a stack of these books for free. I am still going thru them to see what I want to do. Plus in organiszing around my computer I have found a huge stack of patterns I pulled from online, from various free websites, plus a lot from places like Dragondreams and Vermillion Stitchery, when they have their free patterns or series on their sites. Thank you ladies for your wonderful patterns.
Well I am now tyring to listen to a problem my oldest has at work, so ......
By the way, UFO's are not shiny full-of-lights objects with little green aliens on them, they are unfinished projects (objects). And I am chock full of 'em.
Just for example:
Cross stitch: floral edged tablecloth
quilt blocks from a kit I bought years ago
"That's what little boys are made of" from Cross my heart
Various baby bibs (my baby is 5 yrs old now!!)
blue/violet floral pillowcases (jsut started on the last trip to CT)
Knitting: afghans for Kris, Kate
getting ready to start afghan for niece Erin
Quilting: need to quilt together all layers for 5 quilt tops
Shellie's quilt top in progress (windmill pattern)
sewing: flannel nightgown for Shellie
This is jsut a partial list.
Then a older customer came into the store about 3 wks ago and overheard me talking with a cashier about the stitching projects we do and would like to do., and brought back in a stash of OLD cross stitch books/mags---she can;t stitch anymore with her eyes, so she gave me a stack of these books for free. I am still going thru them to see what I want to do. Plus in organiszing around my computer I have found a huge stack of patterns I pulled from online, from various free websites, plus a lot from places like Dragondreams and Vermillion Stitchery, when they have their free patterns or series on their sites. Thank you ladies for your wonderful patterns.
Well I am now tyring to listen to a problem my oldest has at work, so ......
Is it hot or what?
It's noon and it is 91 and climbing. Yeah I'm taking the kids to Dad's and getting in the pool--just as soon as the sun goes off of it a little--about 2 hrs from now or so. At least it will be something besides baking outdoors or laying around doing nothing indoors.
Anyway, waiting for my best friend from school to come down to visit tonight for the weekend. I sense a game of Phase 10 and 80's name that tune coming on. The rest of the family is liable to lose their collective mind. Mary and I are a lot alike, but we differ in some very major beliefs---not so much the beliefs, but how to get to the goal. We agreed a long time ago to just disagree and go on with life. She should be in late tonight.
Other than that, just working on Shel's quilt top, trying to get Chris to go thru my stash of fabric to pick his border and backing fabric for his quilt, and thinking about how to quilt mine together so that I can use the machine to do it, not by hand. Kate finished the scarf to a knit your own teddy bear kit my mom gave her for Christmas a couple of years ago, but now she and I are both stuck on how to knit the bear itself. The instructions don't help much.
Which reminds me--I need to email my sister in law to tell her I have the yarns for Erin's afghan--she just needs to pick 3 of the 4--I couldn't narrow it down any further than that.
So I am outta here for now.
Anyway, waiting for my best friend from school to come down to visit tonight for the weekend. I sense a game of Phase 10 and 80's name that tune coming on. The rest of the family is liable to lose their collective mind. Mary and I are a lot alike, but we differ in some very major beliefs---not so much the beliefs, but how to get to the goal. We agreed a long time ago to just disagree and go on with life. She should be in late tonight.
Other than that, just working on Shel's quilt top, trying to get Chris to go thru my stash of fabric to pick his border and backing fabric for his quilt, and thinking about how to quilt mine together so that I can use the machine to do it, not by hand. Kate finished the scarf to a knit your own teddy bear kit my mom gave her for Christmas a couple of years ago, but now she and I are both stuck on how to knit the bear itself. The instructions don't help much.
Which reminds me--I need to email my sister in law to tell her I have the yarns for Erin's afghan--she just needs to pick 3 of the 4--I couldn't narrow it down any further than that.
So I am outta here for now.
Sunday, August 05, 2007
While I am thinking about it....
An article in the HD today talked about a back to school subject, one they have written about every school year for the last few years---appropriate clothing for girls. Everyone bemoans the fact that girls clothing, even for little ones Shel's age or younger, is geared for sexiness, showing off butt, boobs, belly.
Yeah everyone gripes about it---when what they should do is REFUSE TO SPEND MONEY ON THAT TRASH!!!!! Vote with your checkbook----if it shows what it shouldn't, then don't buy it. I don't and won't. I have two stepdaughters, 17 and 15 (almost), and they don;t always bring appropriate clothing to our house---therefore they do not get to go out with me---and I have no problem with that, or with throwing them a tshirt of their dad's to cover themselves with. The rule is, if the pants don't cover any more than your public hair, wear a shirt that covers you to your hips or below. If the shirt bares your belly or your boobs more than appropriate for the setting we are going to, i.e. church or school, you get to wear dad's shirt or jacket. The 17 year old mostly gets the message, but the 15 yr old is following in her footsteps, trying to be sexy---"everyone else is." So I throw her a different shirt, or warn her ahead of picking her up about what clothes I expect her to have with her.
I have gotten the argument that clothes that cover the body can;'t be found. Bull$%$%. Look a little harder. I can always find clothes that cover--and believe me in my size, that's fantastic, because they are downsizing us larger women too. (Things that make you go, "yuck"). I just have to shop around sometimes, or buy a bigger size to ensure coverage.
Shellie wears clothes that are cute--if they are a little small, she changes before we go somewhere. She is already learning what is decent and what is not. Trust me, my 5 yr old is not going to school with her little 5 yr old "cleavage" or butt crack showing. I don't believe in tank tops, spaghetti straps, daisy dukes, short skirts with no short underneath, flip-flops or heels for school. Which leaves jeans, longer shorts, tshirts and pullovers that come down over the waistband of bottoms, and tennis shoes.
Now I'm going to bed.......
Yeah everyone gripes about it---when what they should do is REFUSE TO SPEND MONEY ON THAT TRASH!!!!! Vote with your checkbook----if it shows what it shouldn't, then don't buy it. I don't and won't. I have two stepdaughters, 17 and 15 (almost), and they don;t always bring appropriate clothing to our house---therefore they do not get to go out with me---and I have no problem with that, or with throwing them a tshirt of their dad's to cover themselves with. The rule is, if the pants don't cover any more than your public hair, wear a shirt that covers you to your hips or below. If the shirt bares your belly or your boobs more than appropriate for the setting we are going to, i.e. church or school, you get to wear dad's shirt or jacket. The 17 year old mostly gets the message, but the 15 yr old is following in her footsteps, trying to be sexy---"everyone else is." So I throw her a different shirt, or warn her ahead of picking her up about what clothes I expect her to have with her.
I have gotten the argument that clothes that cover the body can;'t be found. Bull$%$%. Look a little harder. I can always find clothes that cover--and believe me in my size, that's fantastic, because they are downsizing us larger women too. (Things that make you go, "yuck"). I just have to shop around sometimes, or buy a bigger size to ensure coverage.
Shellie wears clothes that are cute--if they are a little small, she changes before we go somewhere. She is already learning what is decent and what is not. Trust me, my 5 yr old is not going to school with her little 5 yr old "cleavage" or butt crack showing. I don't believe in tank tops, spaghetti straps, daisy dukes, short skirts with no short underneath, flip-flops or heels for school. Which leaves jeans, longer shorts, tshirts and pullovers that come down over the waistband of bottoms, and tennis shoes.
Now I'm going to bed.......
The boys are back in town-ow-own..........
Yes, the boys are back. Boys. 15 and 13. Yeah they are still boys. Although Chris looks like a giant next to my mom---and is very proud of that fact-----and Ben is on the fast track to gaining some height. After pulling an all nighter to get back home, we arrived at about 6:30 this morning. Right now I hate the whole world of Nascar. I hold them personally responsible for the fact that we were unable to find anything resembling a hotel/motel/roach motel room from the PA border near Scranton all the way to Friendsville MD, in the western part of the state. At which point we gave up any pretense of stopping for what remained of the night (it was already after 1 am), and drove thru the night down I-79 to home. Believe me when I say, that although I care nothing for Charleston, it was beautiful at dawn this morning when we hit the outskirts and saw the lovely sign for I-64 west to Huntington. And when I woke up again to find my darling, patient, persevering husband, who had driven about 90% of the time from Chambersburg, PA to CT to home again, had turned off Rt 60 onto the back road that leads to the back road that leads to our road---I could have kissed the ground he walks on, I was so happy.
The Pocono 500, or whatever they want to call it, was today. therefore every hotel owner in 3 states jacked up prices----at the Holiday Inn just off I380/84 Scranton, we were quoted $219.99 for a room with 2 double beds, no smoking. Ex-squeeze me? Do I look stupid? Ok yeah we were traveling on a race weekend thru the state it was being held in, but we were not born yesterday. So we traveled on. The Econolodge at Wilkes-Barre was full, the owner apologetic. Suggested we try again south of Hazleton. Cool. We stop and get something to eat and fill the tank up, and drive on. We stop at Frackville, no luck. Decide to get closer to Harrisburg before we try again. We hit a couple of places there, no luck. Ok how far do you really want to drive to get to the speedway on race day? Apparently there are a lot of people who want to get up real early. Does no one camp like they used to? Anyway, it continues like this until we just give up. Not mad, just really tired and a little frustrated.
Still really tired. But we came home, I went straight to bed. The only things I grabbed out of the car before going in the house were my purse and the duffle bag with my stuff in it, so I could take out my contacts. I took them out, stripped down to my tshirt and collapsed into bed while the men unloaded the car. Within about 10 minutes, everyone was inside and on the way to snoresville. I woke up about 10 for the bathroom and left a message for mom, who had Shellie, that we were home and sleeping and would be there later to get my girl. I called her again about 1:30 to tell her that I'd be there in an hour or two.
Now we are all home, safe and sound, and I am going to bed. My back is all out of whack--don;'t even want to think about what Ron;'s is like--and I have a lot of work to do tomorrow before Dish gets here.
Goodnight!!!!!
The Pocono 500, or whatever they want to call it, was today. therefore every hotel owner in 3 states jacked up prices----at the Holiday Inn just off I380/84 Scranton, we were quoted $219.99 for a room with 2 double beds, no smoking. Ex-squeeze me? Do I look stupid? Ok yeah we were traveling on a race weekend thru the state it was being held in, but we were not born yesterday. So we traveled on. The Econolodge at Wilkes-Barre was full, the owner apologetic. Suggested we try again south of Hazleton. Cool. We stop and get something to eat and fill the tank up, and drive on. We stop at Frackville, no luck. Decide to get closer to Harrisburg before we try again. We hit a couple of places there, no luck. Ok how far do you really want to drive to get to the speedway on race day? Apparently there are a lot of people who want to get up real early. Does no one camp like they used to? Anyway, it continues like this until we just give up. Not mad, just really tired and a little frustrated.
Still really tired. But we came home, I went straight to bed. The only things I grabbed out of the car before going in the house were my purse and the duffle bag with my stuff in it, so I could take out my contacts. I took them out, stripped down to my tshirt and collapsed into bed while the men unloaded the car. Within about 10 minutes, everyone was inside and on the way to snoresville. I woke up about 10 for the bathroom and left a message for mom, who had Shellie, that we were home and sleeping and would be there later to get my girl. I called her again about 1:30 to tell her that I'd be there in an hour or two.
Now we are all home, safe and sound, and I am going to bed. My back is all out of whack--don;'t even want to think about what Ron;'s is like--and I have a lot of work to do tomorrow before Dish gets here.
Goodnight!!!!!
Friday, August 03, 2007
Where to eat?....
Usually Ron and I know where we are going to stop and eat on our trip to CT each year. Usually the Bob Evans in Fairmont, Bridgeport---around there somewhere. (One of us will see the signs for Clarksburg and say "Hey isn;t Bob Evans coming up pretty soon?"). We usually wing it for dinner---the first year it was Burger King across from the motel because we got hungry driving thru NY and all we could find were freaking Dunkin Donuts last year for dinner we stopped in a pace well off the interstate called Apple Valley Inn--it's in PA off I-84, but I don't remember the exit. It's well past Scranton and getting close to the NY line.
In the morning before we pick up the boys, we hit Denny's near the motel (we've also stayed at the same Days Inn the last 2 yrs.---not this yr though), for their humongous breakfast, and then Friendly's in Hazelton, PA for a later lunch.
My big problem with eating out on this trip is that where we live has a smoking ban and so do most of the counties around us. Which means I, being asthmatic, do not have to suffer to eat my meal. I do not have to hack and choke my way thru my food because some ignorant jerk can;t wait half an hour to smoke. Unfortunately PA does not seem to have such a ban, at least wher we stop. And when you ask the waitress to seat you in NON smoking as far away from smoking as humanly possible because you are allergic, you get this look like---sucks to be you, then-----and that just makes me mad, because it is my health and that of my family we are talking about. If you want to smoke, fine, I don;t care, smoke your flipping lungs out for all I care. But do it in your home, your car, on your property. Not 5 steps from the entrance to Walmart, or the hospital, or restaurants. And damn sure don;t do it inside the restaurant.
Now that my rant is over, I really feel like Mexican food from Tenampa. Oh well, I guess I will fix tacos when we get back. I need to go get Ron out of bed, get us both showered and dressed and Shellie dressed and packed, and get on our way. That's the problem with eating out on this trip---we are doing this off our past schedule and that may throw off where we are used to eating.
Vive l'adventure!!!!
In the morning before we pick up the boys, we hit Denny's near the motel (we've also stayed at the same Days Inn the last 2 yrs.---not this yr though), for their humongous breakfast, and then Friendly's in Hazelton, PA for a later lunch.
My big problem with eating out on this trip is that where we live has a smoking ban and so do most of the counties around us. Which means I, being asthmatic, do not have to suffer to eat my meal. I do not have to hack and choke my way thru my food because some ignorant jerk can;t wait half an hour to smoke. Unfortunately PA does not seem to have such a ban, at least wher we stop. And when you ask the waitress to seat you in NON smoking as far away from smoking as humanly possible because you are allergic, you get this look like---sucks to be you, then-----and that just makes me mad, because it is my health and that of my family we are talking about. If you want to smoke, fine, I don;t care, smoke your flipping lungs out for all I care. But do it in your home, your car, on your property. Not 5 steps from the entrance to Walmart, or the hospital, or restaurants. And damn sure don;t do it inside the restaurant.
Now that my rant is over, I really feel like Mexican food from Tenampa. Oh well, I guess I will fix tacos when we get back. I need to go get Ron out of bed, get us both showered and dressed and Shellie dressed and packed, and get on our way. That's the problem with eating out on this trip---we are doing this off our past schedule and that may throw off where we are used to eating.
Vive l'adventure!!!!
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
one more day.......
ONE MORE DAY OF WORK!!!!!!!!!
THEN WE ARE OFF TO SEE THE WIZARD..
Now I can't remember what color my posts are.
Anyway, one more day of work for me and Ron and then we are packed and off to the whatever state of CT. To get my boys and bring them back home. Lord, it has seemed so long since I have seen them---5 weeks actually did kind of fly by this time, but it still seems like forever.
I do still need to get an oil change before we leave---I guess that will be after work tomorrow while Ron gets to get Shel and clean out the cooler(s). I have already bought the water and the snacks. Not very many snacks, I don;t need them. But he and I really don't eat that much in the car, so mainly what we need is liquids. Especially since it is going to be nasty hot pretty much the whole trip. I also will need to fill the tank up on my way home tomorrow and stop at the bank.
Cable update-----no phone call and no tech at my door before I left for work at 12:05pm today. So much for promises. Ron came home and found a nice little door tag that said they had been here for a service call and no one was home, but that the problem should be fixed. They even called and left a message on my answering machine. Yeah so cable is back on, but they did not follow what they said they would do by being here this morning, plus the very fact that they were able to "fix" the problem without access to the house proves that all they had to do was go to the pole , most likely. That's all right. We'll call and cancel just as soon as Dish installs and we know that it works, and I will personally take it to the Ashland office and get a receipt for it. Screw 'em.
By the way----whoops, I deleted a comment before I checked for the gentleman on whether it showed his real name or his blogger ID. Sorry. Try it again, please, and I will try not to be so scatterbrained.
No comment from the peanut gallery...........
THEN WE ARE OFF TO SEE THE WIZARD..
Now I can't remember what color my posts are.
Anyway, one more day of work for me and Ron and then we are packed and off to the whatever state of CT. To get my boys and bring them back home. Lord, it has seemed so long since I have seen them---5 weeks actually did kind of fly by this time, but it still seems like forever.
I do still need to get an oil change before we leave---I guess that will be after work tomorrow while Ron gets to get Shel and clean out the cooler(s). I have already bought the water and the snacks. Not very many snacks, I don;t need them. But he and I really don't eat that much in the car, so mainly what we need is liquids. Especially since it is going to be nasty hot pretty much the whole trip. I also will need to fill the tank up on my way home tomorrow and stop at the bank.
Cable update-----no phone call and no tech at my door before I left for work at 12:05pm today. So much for promises. Ron came home and found a nice little door tag that said they had been here for a service call and no one was home, but that the problem should be fixed. They even called and left a message on my answering machine. Yeah so cable is back on, but they did not follow what they said they would do by being here this morning, plus the very fact that they were able to "fix" the problem without access to the house proves that all they had to do was go to the pole , most likely. That's all right. We'll call and cancel just as soon as Dish installs and we know that it works, and I will personally take it to the Ashland office and get a receipt for it. Screw 'em.
By the way----whoops, I deleted a comment before I checked for the gentleman on whether it showed his real name or his blogger ID. Sorry. Try it again, please, and I will try not to be so scatterbrained.
No comment from the peanut gallery...........
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