Wednesday, 11 November 2009

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    I made bread one day and had shaped rolls for baking in this muffin stone. Tucker was helping me and lifted it off the counter.  He was not strong enough.  It fell to the floor.  We had to throw the homemade bread away.
    I cried for 8 days.

    Tucker will be in therapy until he is 13.
    I may not ever be out of therapy.

    Parents, please take the proper precautions to shield your children from this kind of tragedy.

Monday, 02 November 2009

  • Happy Birthday, Tucker!

    I have not started another stocking.  I have no motivation.  I need to get them done for Christmas.  NOW.

    We are having revival this week.  One thing I love about revival for us is that the meals are cooked for the evangelist before the services and that includes our family.  It is a real time saver for us because Sid barely gets home in time for us to have meals, much less be dressed and ready for church.  I realize that a lot of other families would love this privilege as well.  So, I do not take this privilege for granted.  I am cooking for the evangelist Wednesday.  We are having lasagna and I am making homemade rolls.

    Tucker's birthday is today.  I cannot believe this little guy is three years old.  Three is such a big-deal age for me.  They aren't  babies anymore.  They're not even really toddlers.  This is the year where they make that transition from baby/toddler to kid.
    And, on this day, his third birthday... he decided to cut his hair for the first time.  It isn't noticeable, but I notice it... and so it is noticeable.  To me.  I said that.

    Watching the latest episode of Little Couple and intent to finish the last of The Tale of Despereaux from yesterday's Movie Night Rescheduled.

    We were out of town this weekend at my parent's house (for the last time) to help them load up, yet, another moving truck.  And, next time we see them will hopefully be in their new home.  While we were finishing up Saturday, we got a phone call saying that our street had been evacuated because a plant in the Industrial Park nearby had exploded.  So, we were not going to be able to go home.
    Funny thing is, my Dad & Sid had just finished loading all the mattresses.  Dad suggested unloading, but we really had to head back in the direction of home and planned to stay at the church's prophet room.  This also meant we were going to be doing some shopping, because all our church clothes were at home... on our evacuated street.
    We ended up finding out that we would be allowed back in when we got home and all was well.

    It is really interesting, this story, because as we were pulling out Thursday I had a really strange bad feeling that our house was at risk of danger while we would be away.  I got scared but I prayed that we would have a safe trip and that the house would be protected and kept safe while we were away.  I am so thankful that the Lord not only hears our prayers, but He prompts us to pray them, sometimes, as well as answers.  He is so good!

    We went ahead and did Tucker's birthday cake and candles with the singing and eating last night.  Sid is going to pick up his gift on the way home today... but his birthday celebration is going to be kind of short and to the point.  We have revival tonight.  I have pictures of the celebrating, but I have not yet uploaded them.



Friday, 23 October 2009

  • Frogged Stocking Completed

    This is the original:





    This is the new one:


    Last year, I used size 8 DPNs (double pointed needles) because it was all I had.  When I had finished almost the last stocking, I bought some shiny slick smaller ones... and I used those this year.  They were size 5.  So, already, the tension was tighter, but it looks more... uhm... not loose and holey and see throughy.

    I'm not totally thrilled with it, but Phoebe was super excited to see it done.
    The Trees are supposed to be different colors... Christmasy colors.  Who cares?  Someone out there does.

    My tension is not uniform.  That bugs me.  And, the Snowflakes are hard to make out.  That was kind of the point when I started it the first time, but I ripped it out and now I'm frustrated that they aren't blatant.

    BUT, it says Phoebe on both sides and it is finished.  I can tweak some of the mistakes.

    Inside:




    Pretty, huh?  Not.

    I still have a lot of weaving of loose ends to do.  Anyone want to do it for me?

Thursday, 22 October 2009

  • I'm Just So Chatty

    I watched You've Got Mail yesterday.  If you've seen this movie... and if you haven't, I'm going to ask what kind of a hole in which you've been living... then you know there's a part of the movie where Meg Ryan goes to meet Tom Hanks.  Sorry, shopgirl goes to meet NY152.  Whatev.

    After Kathleen Kelly runs into Joe Fox, instead, she writes NY152 an e-mail and basically says "you let me down" and tells him how awful the evening was.  So, Joe Fox composes a response full of lies... and in the middle of it decides to undo it all.

    This is what bugs me.  He backspaces everything.  All of it.  He doesn't click and select to delete or backspace.  He doesn't hit Shift + whatever buttons to make it go away.  Not even Ctrl+A to select it all.

    (yes, I know too much about this, probably)

    He backspaces all of it.

    This has bugged me for years.  I'd sit there and go WHY DOESN'T HE DO _____ INSTEAD? in my head.  Really.

    It hit me yesterday.  The reason is...... It is funnier that way.  Really, it is.

    It adds a bit of comedy as the moment is a little tense.  It's a little shaky.  The relationship between shopgirl and NY152 hangs in the balance.

    I can't believe it took me 11 years to understand this.

    I do, now.

    Additionally, who else thinks that it isn't Christmas until you hear "the violins see-he-hing with joy-ho-ho-ho-hoy-ful-hul ree-he-hing?
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Wednesday, 21 October 2009

  • Funny Story

    A couple weeks ago, my supply of Dr Pepper was out and I was jonesing.  Big time.
    The problem was... I did have Dr Pepper in the house.
    It was complicated.

    Tucker is potty training and as a treat for when he puts "something" where it goes, he gets a tiny can of Dr Pepper all to himself.  I bought an 8-pack of these.  I think he'd had one.

    So, when I asked Sid to go get me a Dr Pepper from the convenience store after he had gotten comfortable for the evening... I was shocked that he did not jump up, put his jeans on, and run down to the store for me.  Really.

    I think I mentioned it again later... and he had already asked me about the ones in the fridge.  I didn't have a reasonable answer... so I just mumbled something... or something.  "Those are Tuckers..." comes to mind.

    I realize I am being unreasonable here.  Soda is soda... or some people would say.  Not in my book.  But, I'm a rare head-case when it comes to Dr Pepper.  It is inherited.

    I mentioned it one more time and Sid looked at me and kind of sighed and said, "You need to hush about the Dr Pepper."
    I admit I was being unreasonable.  I also admit to being shocked at Sid's unwillingness to heed my beckon call.  Especially this one.
    I admit my feelings were hurt.  I admit I had no right to have hurt feelings.  I am very capable of throwing on my jeans and driving down to the store for a Dr Pepper.

    The problem is... I never do.  Ever.  Even when I am in town driving around... if I want a Dr Pepper, I'll pick one up on the way out of Wal-Mart or I'll go to Sonic if it is Happy Hour.  Those are the only places I get them for myself.  Convenience is the reason.

    Silly?  Yes.  They call it a "Convenience Store".  However, Convenience Stores are not convenient for a Mom of three who is unwilling to unbuckle three children to go inside for a minute to buy a soda.  And, if I were to leave them in the car, well, there are "rules" about that now.  I do it now and again... like if I'm at Sid's work.  That kind of thing.  But, rarely ever else.
    I think we're getting into an uncomfortable area here.
    Honestly, I only have one child to buckle/unbuckle.  The others are self-sufficient, now.

    Well, the story turns out... I had Dr Pepper in the house... and I did not partake.

    Those were Tucker's sodas.  They were in short little cans.
    I wanted mine from a plastic bottle... and more than 8 oz.

    Mom would say I cut off my nose to spite my face.  She's probably right.  I'm not sure where she stands on this issue.  Probably with Sid... as usual.

    It was the principle of the matter.  I think.

    I told Sid the next day that he hurt my feelings.  He told me I was and had been silly.  He was right.  But, later, when he came home with bread for lunch, he brought an 8-pack of the little short 12-oz bottles.  My favorite.

    They were good.  All of 'em.

    So, even though I was a dirtbag, he does love me.

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