Tuesday, August 14, 2007
We meet every Sunday unless 2/4 of the group is camping.
If 2/4 of the group is camping together then we meet at the campsite.
We start at 10:30 unless we don't.
We sing from songsheets. Sometimes we have "special music" after the service.
We prepare lunch food one week and breakfast food the next week unless we meet at night and then we prepare dinner food that week because Art can't eat breakfast food at night even though all the other families have done that before in their homes.
We prepare and drink coffee. Some drink a lot of coffee. Some don't drink any coffee. It all evens out. Pina Coladas are good too.
We bring extra dishes and leave them there for the hostess to use during the week.
Grapes are easy to prepare. We eat a lot of grapes on Sunday.
Pretty soon we will need benches at the table for all the cute kids to eat their lunch at. Hint Hint. (We know a carpenter)
We have a lost and found bag. That is probably the only formal thing we have.
We love our house church. We wouldn't want it any other way.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
It's an illness.... and I think I have it
Monday, May 7, 2007
After an evaluation of my symptoms and a consultation with a long time sufferer I've diagnosed my condition. I come from a long line of others who go before me in this walk of life. My grandmother had it. My mom has serious bouts of this condition and just recently I had a critical flare up. My daughter already shows the early stages of this disease. To the outside world it isn't understood. Fortunately I have a very compassionate husband and friend.
The condition I am speaking of is Remnantaphobia. I probably would not have known that I suffered from this condition if Joann's wouldn't have had their annual "Daffodil Rush" where they have a super clearance on their already clearance fabric. Normally I can show self control in purchasing fabric because it is $3-$6 a yard. But with the combination of my new blooming business, crocheting fabric to make totes and handbags, and fabric on clearance for $1-$2 a yard- I became weak and delusional. I found myself surrounded by the most beautiful fabric I had ever seen. As I made my way to the cutting table where I would have to decide how many yards I wanted to cut off of the bolt of fabric, I started to shake. For some of the bolts the decision was easy- I would take it all. For the bolts that had a lot of fabric on them I became unusually indecisive. I finally sorted all the bolts, stacked them according to how much I was going to purchase from each bolt, had the fabric cut and made my way to the cashier. That's when the dread set in - the telltale symptom of remnantaphobia.
I was shopping with my mom and daughter that particular day so I was able to mask the symptoms with spending time with them and with working on some of our projects that we had started at home.It wasn't until the next morning that I realized how bad I suffered from this frightening illness. that night after dropping off some of my totes at a local Coffee house I made my way back to Joann's to take care of my phobia. You see remnantaphobia is the fear of a remnant. It isn't a traditional phobia-where one can't be around the feared item- it is simply the fear that I would make a remnant of a beautiful piece of fabric. That I would leave a small amount of fabric on a bolt to be left alone with not enough yardage to be made into anything and there it would sit unappreciated and lonely. I then proceeded to locate my leftovers from the day before and gathered them tenderly in my cart and brought them home to be with their mates. They were so happy to be reunited.
About my daughter. She too is making totes and small handbags. I recognized one of the symptoms early in her career of sewing and crafting. She was thinking about what she would do with the money if she sold one of her bags. She said, "I can't wait to sell one of my bags so I can buy more fabric." Not a toy or something she's been wanting for a long time.... MORE FABRIC!!! I decided to diagnose how far along she was in the illness... "How will you know how much to buy?" I asked. "All of it," she proudly declared.
After an evaluation of my symptoms and a consultation with a long time sufferer I've diagnosed my condition. I come from a long line of others who go before me in this walk of life. My grandmother had it. My mom has serious bouts of this condition and just recently I had a critical flare up. My daughter already shows the early stages of this disease. To the outside world it isn't understood. Fortunately I have a very compassionate husband and friend.
The condition I am speaking of is Remnantaphobia. I probably would not have known that I suffered from this condition if Joann's wouldn't have had their annual "Daffodil Rush" where they have a super clearance on their already clearance fabric. Normally I can show self control in purchasing fabric because it is $3-$6 a yard. But with the combination of my new blooming business, crocheting fabric to make totes and handbags, and fabric on clearance for $1-$2 a yard- I became weak and delusional. I found myself surrounded by the most beautiful fabric I had ever seen. As I made my way to the cutting table where I would have to decide how many yards I wanted to cut off of the bolt of fabric, I started to shake. For some of the bolts the decision was easy- I would take it all. For the bolts that had a lot of fabric on them I became unusually indecisive. I finally sorted all the bolts, stacked them according to how much I was going to purchase from each bolt, had the fabric cut and made my way to the cashier. That's when the dread set in - the telltale symptom of remnantaphobia.
I was shopping with my mom and daughter that particular day so I was able to mask the symptoms with spending time with them and with working on some of our projects that we had started at home.It wasn't until the next morning that I realized how bad I suffered from this frightening illness. that night after dropping off some of my totes at a local Coffee house I made my way back to Joann's to take care of my phobia. You see remnantaphobia is the fear of a remnant. It isn't a traditional phobia-where one can't be around the feared item- it is simply the fear that I would make a remnant of a beautiful piece of fabric. That I would leave a small amount of fabric on a bolt to be left alone with not enough yardage to be made into anything and there it would sit unappreciated and lonely. I then proceeded to locate my leftovers from the day before and gathered them tenderly in my cart and brought them home to be with their mates. They were so happy to be reunited.
About my daughter. She too is making totes and small handbags. I recognized one of the symptoms early in her career of sewing and crafting. She was thinking about what she would do with the money if she sold one of her bags. She said, "I can't wait to sell one of my bags so I can buy more fabric." Not a toy or something she's been wanting for a long time.... MORE FABRIC!!! I decided to diagnose how far along she was in the illness... "How will you know how much to buy?" I asked. "All of it," she proudly declared.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Note to self
After an uneventful trip to the vet with 4 kids and an unsocial dog (because we homeschool)-
DO NOT under any circumstances have a false sense of how easy things are with aforementioned group... and procede to PetSmart.
Even though your vet told you that your dog needs the special diet of Lamb and Rice and it was a bad decision to buy Chicken and rice at Walmart because they don't carry Lamb and Rice anymore.................DO NOT TAKE 4 KIDS AND UNSOCIAL DOG TO PETSMART!!!!!!!! YOU WILL REGRET IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It is not necessary to do nice things for husband. Remember- You are the nice wife- HE is always making you mad. Today will prove to be no different.
As I'm making a left onto 2nd Street I decide- oh my Petsmart is just across the intersection- I could pick up dog food and husband could avoid an extra stop on the way home. I'm such a nice wife- I'll risk my sanity and take the dog and kids into PetSmart- they let you bring your dog in there- which I've always thought was a stupid stupid stupid idea- don't know why.... just did......... and so I pull into the parking lot and notice only one other car there- I think to myself- I could just leave the kids and the dog in the van and run in quick..... No.... it will be my day to get arrested- and what a wimp- certainly I can handle the dog and kids in a store for 2.5 minutes to get a bag of dog food. I know I know... you think you know what is coming...
We exit the car with minimal difficulty- start to cross the parking lot to the entry and the kids are freaking out because Abby (the dog) is peeing in the street. I grimace, but think to myself, "Oh well at least she won't do that in the store." THAT being the key word..... So I get another idea- lets be efficient here- lets just ask where this important food is. I go to the check out and the lady says, "yes we have the food" and takes me down the food aisle and shows me the different options. I (with leash of unsocial dog in hand) point to the one I want and she picks it up off of the shelf and tries to hand it to me. She tries to hand me 25 pounds of dog food while I'm wrestling with a 65 pound ( I know this to be true- we just came from the vet) lab that thinks she has to smell EVERYTHING!!!
I hand the food to one of the children and we start making our way to the check out. I hear a nervous/anxious voice say, 'MOM, She's POOPING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" You think this happens- Dogs poop right? Then I look behind me.....it isn't all in terd form..... Some of it is squished. The I hear, "I stepped in it" UGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A man from Petstupid walks by and I say in the most desperate voice I can. "I need Help." Now... what I meant was........... I need medication to get through the next few minutes of being........... I need calgon......... I need you to bring me something to clean this mess up. I know I risked this to come in here all crazy with 4 kids and a dog..........CAN YOU JUST PLEASE BRING ME WHATEVER IS NEEDED TO CLEAN THIS UP!!!!! He looks cooly at me and points that way..........and says. "the OOPS station is down that aisle" and walks away. Really, Truly, all I wanted was someone to kindly bring me the stuff- I don't expect anyone to clean up after my dog- but are you blind????? Could you not see that I am carrying 25 pounds of dog food, a 65 pound lab- a 60 pound 7 year old boy now hopping on one foot and a 2 year old that wants to see the fishies???????
As I make an assessment of the situation I instruct the oldest to hold the leash of the dog- the 5 year old to put the dog food down and stand next to it and the 7 year old to sit down and stop hopping and the 2 year old..........well just stay close. As I'm making several trips to the oops station for paper towels and a plastic bag the size of a sandwich bag.....I look over and the oldest is holding a leash with no dog on the end of it.
I momentarily loose focus of the fact that I'm in a public establishment and I'm sure my short bobbed hair is all sticking on end like the comic that shows a lady that had one nerve left...... I locate the dog (that doctors say lowers your blood pressure!!!!!!) and put her collar back on and tell daughter to not let that happen again (she looks at me all frustrated like it isn't her fault) and go back to cleaning poop off the floor of the store. At one point one of the cashiers brings me an entire roll of paper towels, "to make it a little easier than using little squares that come out of the dispenser" I clean up the big spots and the shoe tracks and hopping boy's shoe and think I'm making good on an awful experience at PetStupid. I pay for the food- Look the lady square in the face and say, "I've never thought this is a good idea.... and Now I know for certain." She kindly smiles like she has no idea what I'm talking about. I make the boy take his shoe off at the van and put it in a plastic bag for a more thorough hazmat clean up at home.
When husband comes home I tell him that dogs do not belong in stores. He gives me a confused look and says, "you are mad at me aren't you?"
I start to tell him that Dr. Nielson said Abby should have the Lamb and rice- not the chicken and rice and before I can start telling him what happened after the vet, he says, "I picked up Lamb and Rice the last time I was at Walmart.... they must have been temporarily out of it the last time you bought dog food.
Art's funeral is Saturday- hope you can make it... He'd like you to know he was a nice guy. Until he married me. When he started to make many many mistakes and was always making me mad.
DO NOT under any circumstances have a false sense of how easy things are with aforementioned group... and procede to PetSmart.
Even though your vet told you that your dog needs the special diet of Lamb and Rice and it was a bad decision to buy Chicken and rice at Walmart because they don't carry Lamb and Rice anymore.................DO NOT TAKE 4 KIDS AND UNSOCIAL DOG TO PETSMART!!!!!!!! YOU WILL REGRET IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It is not necessary to do nice things for husband. Remember- You are the nice wife- HE is always making you mad. Today will prove to be no different.
As I'm making a left onto 2nd Street I decide- oh my Petsmart is just across the intersection- I could pick up dog food and husband could avoid an extra stop on the way home. I'm such a nice wife- I'll risk my sanity and take the dog and kids into PetSmart- they let you bring your dog in there- which I've always thought was a stupid stupid stupid idea- don't know why.... just did......... and so I pull into the parking lot and notice only one other car there- I think to myself- I could just leave the kids and the dog in the van and run in quick..... No.... it will be my day to get arrested- and what a wimp- certainly I can handle the dog and kids in a store for 2.5 minutes to get a bag of dog food. I know I know... you think you know what is coming...
We exit the car with minimal difficulty- start to cross the parking lot to the entry and the kids are freaking out because Abby (the dog) is peeing in the street. I grimace, but think to myself, "Oh well at least she won't do that in the store." THAT being the key word..... So I get another idea- lets be efficient here- lets just ask where this important food is. I go to the check out and the lady says, "yes we have the food" and takes me down the food aisle and shows me the different options. I (with leash of unsocial dog in hand) point to the one I want and she picks it up off of the shelf and tries to hand it to me. She tries to hand me 25 pounds of dog food while I'm wrestling with a 65 pound ( I know this to be true- we just came from the vet) lab that thinks she has to smell EVERYTHING!!!
I hand the food to one of the children and we start making our way to the check out. I hear a nervous/anxious voice say, 'MOM, She's POOPING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" You think this happens- Dogs poop right? Then I look behind me.....it isn't all in terd form..... Some of it is squished. The I hear, "I stepped in it" UGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A man from Petstupid walks by and I say in the most desperate voice I can. "I need Help." Now... what I meant was........... I need medication to get through the next few minutes of being........... I need calgon......... I need you to bring me something to clean this mess up. I know I risked this to come in here all crazy with 4 kids and a dog..........CAN YOU JUST PLEASE BRING ME WHATEVER IS NEEDED TO CLEAN THIS UP!!!!! He looks cooly at me and points that way..........and says. "the OOPS station is down that aisle" and walks away. Really, Truly, all I wanted was someone to kindly bring me the stuff- I don't expect anyone to clean up after my dog- but are you blind????? Could you not see that I am carrying 25 pounds of dog food, a 65 pound lab- a 60 pound 7 year old boy now hopping on one foot and a 2 year old that wants to see the fishies???????
As I make an assessment of the situation I instruct the oldest to hold the leash of the dog- the 5 year old to put the dog food down and stand next to it and the 7 year old to sit down and stop hopping and the 2 year old..........well just stay close. As I'm making several trips to the oops station for paper towels and a plastic bag the size of a sandwich bag.....I look over and the oldest is holding a leash with no dog on the end of it.
I momentarily loose focus of the fact that I'm in a public establishment and I'm sure my short bobbed hair is all sticking on end like the comic that shows a lady that had one nerve left...... I locate the dog (that doctors say lowers your blood pressure!!!!!!) and put her collar back on and tell daughter to not let that happen again (she looks at me all frustrated like it isn't her fault) and go back to cleaning poop off the floor of the store. At one point one of the cashiers brings me an entire roll of paper towels, "to make it a little easier than using little squares that come out of the dispenser" I clean up the big spots and the shoe tracks and hopping boy's shoe and think I'm making good on an awful experience at PetStupid. I pay for the food- Look the lady square in the face and say, "I've never thought this is a good idea.... and Now I know for certain." She kindly smiles like she has no idea what I'm talking about. I make the boy take his shoe off at the van and put it in a plastic bag for a more thorough hazmat clean up at home.
When husband comes home I tell him that dogs do not belong in stores. He gives me a confused look and says, "you are mad at me aren't you?"
I start to tell him that Dr. Nielson said Abby should have the Lamb and rice- not the chicken and rice and before I can start telling him what happened after the vet, he says, "I picked up Lamb and Rice the last time I was at Walmart.... they must have been temporarily out of it the last time you bought dog food.
Art's funeral is Saturday- hope you can make it... He'd like you to know he was a nice guy. Until he married me. When he started to make many many mistakes and was always making me mad.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
You know you live in Stearns County when...
A school bus carrying kids to school swerves to miss a little dog on the road that belonged to 4 kids on the bus and missed the dog but put the end of the bus in the ditch.
The oldest kid on the bus (this bus has elementary age kids on it) gets off and directs traffic until a first responder shows up on his way back from a medical call and assesses the situation and calls his wife who is still sleeping at this hour of 7:15 a.m. She looks out the window and puts on a coat and boots over her pajamas thinking the bus probably has her neighbors kids on it and her neighbor either is about to have a baby or already had it. When the wife reaches the bus she sees that yes indeed the bus is in the ditch. The wife asks the first responder, "Where is this kid from." Man says," He was on the bus." He was rather old... but ok. The snow plow from Kimball arrives. Ok I guess he is doubling as a tow truck this morning. I say something smart like, "Aren't they going to get another bus for these kids to get on??? First responder says, "I don't know what they are going to do." Wife insists that this is crazy to try to pull the bus out with the kids in it. Mom of 4 kids comes down the road. She is not happy. Children are unloaded to the road- thank goodness they have learned "Stay in a line." Wife says to the kids, "Wow are you going to have a story to tell your moms today afterschool." They all said, "We already called them on our phone." Ahem.
Big boy off of bus hooks up chains to school bus and directs plow driver when to start yanking bus. First Responder directs children to move farther down the road as it seems the bus is going to tip over. Adults are a bit nervous at this point. After a few maneuvers First Responder moves his truck further down the road to avoid bus/truck collision as bus comes flying out of ditch. Finally bus in on the road.
Children are reloaded on the bus.
All before 8 a.m. and wife and first responder's children are still sleeping soundly.
The oldest kid on the bus (this bus has elementary age kids on it) gets off and directs traffic until a first responder shows up on his way back from a medical call and assesses the situation and calls his wife who is still sleeping at this hour of 7:15 a.m. She looks out the window and puts on a coat and boots over her pajamas thinking the bus probably has her neighbors kids on it and her neighbor either is about to have a baby or already had it. When the wife reaches the bus she sees that yes indeed the bus is in the ditch. The wife asks the first responder, "Where is this kid from." Man says," He was on the bus." He was rather old... but ok. The snow plow from Kimball arrives. Ok I guess he is doubling as a tow truck this morning. I say something smart like, "Aren't they going to get another bus for these kids to get on??? First responder says, "I don't know what they are going to do." Wife insists that this is crazy to try to pull the bus out with the kids in it. Mom of 4 kids comes down the road. She is not happy. Children are unloaded to the road- thank goodness they have learned "Stay in a line." Wife says to the kids, "Wow are you going to have a story to tell your moms today afterschool." They all said, "We already called them on our phone." Ahem.
Big boy off of bus hooks up chains to school bus and directs plow driver when to start yanking bus. First Responder directs children to move farther down the road as it seems the bus is going to tip over. Adults are a bit nervous at this point. After a few maneuvers First Responder moves his truck further down the road to avoid bus/truck collision as bus comes flying out of ditch. Finally bus in on the road.
Children are reloaded on the bus.
All before 8 a.m. and wife and first responder's children are still sleeping soundly.
Monday, February 25, 2008
If you've ever wondered
What's in my head..............
I was on the phone with a friend the other day explaining the symptoms of my cold.....
"I have this fullness in my chest.....I had a sore throat but I'm done with that now..... I'm tired and have no ambition.....I'm not feeling hungry... but I feel better after I eat something...."
and then I declare...
"But my head is empty so that is good."
Weather man husband is laughing in the background.....
I guess sometimes we say things truer than we mean to.....
I was on the phone with a friend the other day explaining the symptoms of my cold.....
"I have this fullness in my chest.....I had a sore throat but I'm done with that now..... I'm tired and have no ambition.....I'm not feeling hungry... but I feel better after I eat something...."
and then I declare...
"But my head is empty so that is good."
Weather man husband is laughing in the background.....
I guess sometimes we say things truer than we mean to.....
Friday, January 11, 2008
I don't make this stuff up!
We are sitting around the table for dinner and Lollie gets up to do something and says that it was too hard- she couldn't open it or lift it... can't remember exactly.
I got up to help her and said, "You just have to use a little elbow grease."
Lollie: "What's that?"
I tried to explain to her that it meant that she would have to use her arm muscles and that people call that "elbow grease."
I got up to help her and said, "You just have to use a little elbow grease."
Lollie: "What's that?"
I tried to explain to her that it meant that she would have to use her arm muscles and that people call that "elbow grease."
Boy: "I have armpit grease if I'm working strong with my armpit!"
Round of laughter....
Then the list starts...
"Toe grease"
"Hand Grease"
"Eyeball Grease"
"Leg Grease"
They are laughing and then we hear it......
Lil Crazy Lady: "Butt Grease Me!!!"
Weather man Dad: WE KNOW!!!
End of meal....................
Saturday, January 5, 2008
I Just cleaned that!!!
Crazy lady just after cleaning 2 bathrooms and hearing footsteps:
(And I mean seriously crazy clean... I mean remove everything from the bathroom and clean with a toothbrush and scrub the entire toilet with hot sudzy water and wash down the entire cabinet and walls surrounding the toilet and the light switches and door knobs and baseboards (not in that order) and scrubbing the floors on my hands and knees and washing out a bathtub in my master bathroom that I clean more than I use and cleaning out a makeup drawer that was so disgusting it almost made me cry, and finally finding a cleaning product that removes the awful mineral deposits off my sink drains and shower doors and fixtures and realize that it isn't really a green product and using it anyway.)
With a paranoid sound in my voice: "Honey what are you doing?"
Weather man dad: "I'm going to the bathroom.'
Like its an everyday thing... Like I should have assumed... Like its no big deal... Like I shouldn't have even asked.
With a hysterical plea crazy lady protests: But I just cleaned in THERE!!!
Weather man dad in a really non understanding tone: "Well I have to POOP!" (He didn't actually use that phrase... but you get the idea.)
Crazy Lady: "And you definitely can't do THAT in there!!! It still smells clean and then... well then... it.... WON'T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" almost in tears......
Weather man dad regaining at least a small amount of compassion: "When will it be safe to use the bathroom again?
Crazy Lady in all seriousness: "In 3 or 4 days."
(And I mean seriously crazy clean... I mean remove everything from the bathroom and clean with a toothbrush and scrub the entire toilet with hot sudzy water and wash down the entire cabinet and walls surrounding the toilet and the light switches and door knobs and baseboards (not in that order) and scrubbing the floors on my hands and knees and washing out a bathtub in my master bathroom that I clean more than I use and cleaning out a makeup drawer that was so disgusting it almost made me cry, and finally finding a cleaning product that removes the awful mineral deposits off my sink drains and shower doors and fixtures and realize that it isn't really a green product and using it anyway.)
With a paranoid sound in my voice: "Honey what are you doing?"
Weather man dad: "I'm going to the bathroom.'
Like its an everyday thing... Like I should have assumed... Like its no big deal... Like I shouldn't have even asked.
With a hysterical plea crazy lady protests: But I just cleaned in THERE!!!
Weather man dad in a really non understanding tone: "Well I have to POOP!" (He didn't actually use that phrase... but you get the idea.)
Crazy Lady: "And you definitely can't do THAT in there!!! It still smells clean and then... well then... it.... WON'T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" almost in tears......
Weather man dad regaining at least a small amount of compassion: "When will it be safe to use the bathroom again?
Crazy Lady in all seriousness: "In 3 or 4 days."
Monday, December 31, 2007
The Year Of Kindness
Walking into the kitchen I say to the family:
"This is the year of kindness."
Lollie: "What did you say?" with her nose all wrinkled in a believable way.
Me: "I said, This is the year of kindness."
Lollie: "I didn't hear you, what did you say?"
Me very much at the top of my voice: "I SAID THIS IS THE YEAR OF KINDNESS"
Lollie: "Well you didn't sound very kind just now"
I can play her game... I said: "I'm just giving the warning... it starts in 2008."
"This is the year of kindness."
Lollie: "What did you say?" with her nose all wrinkled in a believable way.
Me: "I said, This is the year of kindness."
Lollie: "I didn't hear you, what did you say?"
Me very much at the top of my voice: "I SAID THIS IS THE YEAR OF KINDNESS"
Lollie: "Well you didn't sound very kind just now"
I can play her game... I said: "I'm just giving the warning... it starts in 2008."
What does sober mean to you?
We were in the kitchen talking about our wedding and weather man dad says: "And I was even sober!"
Lollie (10) spouts out: "Wow, that's amazing!"
She's trying out sarcasm and everynow and then she gets it just right... but this surprised us a bit. I said: "Do you even know what sober means?"
Lollie: "Yes."
Me: "What does it mean then?"
Lollie: "Serious."
I thought we were going to die laughing... she used her sarcasm very well if I don't say so myself.
Lollie (10) spouts out: "Wow, that's amazing!"
She's trying out sarcasm and everynow and then she gets it just right... but this surprised us a bit. I said: "Do you even know what sober means?"
Lollie: "Yes."
Me: "What does it mean then?"
Lollie: "Serious."
I thought we were going to die laughing... she used her sarcasm very well if I don't say so myself.
Thursday, November 29, 2007
How can you argue with THAT!!!
Location: Joann's
Me: "Lollie and Martha, Could you walk around that side of the aisle and watch Lil Crazy Lady."
Martha: "Lil Crazy Lady, I think your mom wants you to come over to the cart."
Lil Crazy Lady: "No boss me!"
Martha: "I'm not your boss?"
Lil Crazy Lady: "Yes!"
Martha: "Who is your boss then?"
Lil Crazy Lady: "Jesus!"
All right then!
Me: "Lollie and Martha, Could you walk around that side of the aisle and watch Lil Crazy Lady."
Martha: "Lil Crazy Lady, I think your mom wants you to come over to the cart."
Lil Crazy Lady: "No boss me!"
Martha: "I'm not your boss?"
Lil Crazy Lady: "Yes!"
Martha: "Who is your boss then?"
Lil Crazy Lady: "Jesus!"
All right then!
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Language Development
As we are riding in the elevator to get to the Paramount Theater, l'il Crazy Lady belts out:
"Look, penquins!"
We looked.... and yes... there they were.....
Pigeons.
The words are coming.....
Later the same day...
From the bathroom....same child, "Mere.....Mere please." translation=Come here please
I go to the door.
"More napkins."
ahhh yes.... we were out of toilet paper.
Never mind we almost never buy napkins so why she substituted napkins for toilet paper was a mystery to me.....nonetheless. cute.
"Look, penquins!"
We looked.... and yes... there they were.....
Pigeons.
The words are coming.....
Later the same day...
From the bathroom....same child, "Mere.....Mere please." translation=Come here please
I go to the door.
"More napkins."
ahhh yes.... we were out of toilet paper.
Never mind we almost never buy napkins so why she substituted napkins for toilet paper was a mystery to me.....nonetheless. cute.
Friday, October 12, 2007
Funny Mommy
Boy: (Pointing to the baby bathtub hanging in the upstairs shower): Why is this hanging here?
Me: That is where we keep the baby bathtub.
Boy: Why?
Me: So that we can use it if we need it.
Boy: Who would need it?
Me: A baby.
Boy: What baby?
Me: Any baby.
Boy: Like if a baby was at our house.
Me: Sure if a baby was at our house, his mom could use it for the baby.
Boy: But we aren't going to have a baby at our house are we?
Me: I don't know, maybe.
Me: Maybe it would be for a baby that we would have.
Boy: Us? (Sounding surprised) You're funny mommy.
Me: Don't you like babies?
Boy: Well sure... but.... you're funny mommy.
Like it would be totally funny to have another baby....
(No I'm not pregnant) But seriously... why does he think this is soooo funny?
Me: That is where we keep the baby bathtub.
Boy: Why?
Me: So that we can use it if we need it.
Boy: Who would need it?
Me: A baby.
Boy: What baby?
Me: Any baby.
Boy: Like if a baby was at our house.
Me: Sure if a baby was at our house, his mom could use it for the baby.
Boy: But we aren't going to have a baby at our house are we?
Me: I don't know, maybe.
Me: Maybe it would be for a baby that we would have.
Boy: Us? (Sounding surprised) You're funny mommy.
Me: Don't you like babies?
Boy: Well sure... but.... you're funny mommy.
Like it would be totally funny to have another baby....
(No I'm not pregnant) But seriously... why does he think this is soooo funny?
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
All the rhetorical questions I've asked today
even though James Dobson said, "Don't ask your children rhetorical questions."
Whose shoes are these?
Why are the cereal dishes on the table?
Who let the dog out? (No seriously... I asked that... not a funny song at our house.)
Why does the dog stink?
What is the dog covered in?
What did the dog roll in?
Who is going to give the dog a bath?
Where is her father?
Are you doing your school work?
What do you do when you are done with that subject?
Who was in the "teachers only" cabinet?
Who made this mess?
Wasn't the school room clean when we started?
Then why do you think we can leave it this way?
Are you being helpful?
Do you like to work all by yourself?
Don't you think I should be able to go to the bathroom by myself?
Don't you think even moms need a minute of privacy?
When I'm on the phone, don't you think it would be a good time to not play the harmonica?
Do we chew with our mouth open?
Do we need to make those noises at the table?
Do we need a reminder to not make those noises at the table?
What do you mean you can't help it?
Why don't we make those noises at the table?
When can we make those noises?
Are you serious?
Are you getting your pajamas on?
Are you brushing your teeth?
Is your room clean?
Why is Aiden screaming?
Are you being careful?
Are you being thoughtful?
Are you trying to drive me crazy?
Have I lost my mind?
How did I aquire so much laundry?
When did this happen?
Wasn't I going to stay organized this week?
Where is my brain?
Why don't these jeans fit?
Where did the time go?
Whose shoes are these?
Why are the cereal dishes on the table?
Who let the dog out? (No seriously... I asked that... not a funny song at our house.)
Why does the dog stink?
What is the dog covered in?
What did the dog roll in?
Who is going to give the dog a bath?
Where is her father?
Are you doing your school work?
What do you do when you are done with that subject?
Who was in the "teachers only" cabinet?
Who made this mess?
Wasn't the school room clean when we started?
Then why do you think we can leave it this way?
Are you being helpful?
Do you like to work all by yourself?
Don't you think I should be able to go to the bathroom by myself?
Don't you think even moms need a minute of privacy?
When I'm on the phone, don't you think it would be a good time to not play the harmonica?
Do we chew with our mouth open?
Do we need to make those noises at the table?
Do we need a reminder to not make those noises at the table?
What do you mean you can't help it?
Why don't we make those noises at the table?
When can we make those noises?
Are you serious?
Are you getting your pajamas on?
Are you brushing your teeth?
Is your room clean?
Why is Aiden screaming?
Are you being careful?
Are you being thoughtful?
Are you trying to drive me crazy?
Have I lost my mind?
How did I aquire so much laundry?
When did this happen?
Wasn't I going to stay organized this week?
Where is my brain?
Why don't these jeans fit?
Where did the time go?
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Or ends like this...
Ok, I'll admit it. I have trouble deciding that it is my bedtime. I'm a night owl. The house is quiet. The night seems endless. There are so many hours before the next day that seem waisted if I just go to bed. There is so much I want to do. I want to sew, crochet, read, talk with my husband, put pictures in albums, read blogs, check etsy, organize my junk drawer....
Last night was my night to spend alone time with my oldest daughter. We play rummikub and then crochet while we watch Supernanny. Well- supernanny was interrupted with the Elk River/Otsego tornado so we sat and looked at etsy listings for awhile when the power went out!!! Nice that my computer has a 2 hour battery- but for some reason we decided that even though it was 10- a reasonable time to go to bed- we needed to collect all the flashlights, light some candles and play more rummikub.
Husband comes home from his meeting to tell us we cannot crochet by the candle- such a party pooper. We send "Lollie" (youngest daughter's name for big sister) off to bed and sit and talk for awhile- waiting for the lights to come back on. We can't go to bed while the electricity is off. Somewhere around 12:30 we decide that we might have to go to bed without our nightly edition of mythbusters or Law and Order. We get ready for bed, don't flush the toilet, (gross), we are just drifting off and I hear the buzz of the electricity flowing back into the house. Instead of a reassuring calmness- I'm zapped with this intense brightness and noise!!!!!!AAAAAAhhhhhh!!!
All the lights in the house are on- including the 3 in bedroom!!! The radio, the lights, the monitor, the printer, the microwave, the computer....... They all give their little restart beeps and toots to let us know we have returned to civilization!!!
and so we can after all fall asleep learning about geese flying into jet engines......
another late night.
Thankfully tonight God sent me an email telling me it was time to go to bed...... I better listen. I'm a little late already.
Last night was my night to spend alone time with my oldest daughter. We play rummikub and then crochet while we watch Supernanny. Well- supernanny was interrupted with the Elk River/Otsego tornado so we sat and looked at etsy listings for awhile when the power went out!!! Nice that my computer has a 2 hour battery- but for some reason we decided that even though it was 10- a reasonable time to go to bed- we needed to collect all the flashlights, light some candles and play more rummikub.
Husband comes home from his meeting to tell us we cannot crochet by the candle- such a party pooper. We send "Lollie" (youngest daughter's name for big sister) off to bed and sit and talk for awhile- waiting for the lights to come back on. We can't go to bed while the electricity is off. Somewhere around 12:30 we decide that we might have to go to bed without our nightly edition of mythbusters or Law and Order. We get ready for bed, don't flush the toilet, (gross), we are just drifting off and I hear the buzz of the electricity flowing back into the house. Instead of a reassuring calmness- I'm zapped with this intense brightness and noise!!!!!!AAAAAAhhhhhh!!!
All the lights in the house are on- including the 3 in bedroom!!! The radio, the lights, the monitor, the printer, the microwave, the computer....... They all give their little restart beeps and toots to let us know we have returned to civilization!!!
and so we can after all fall asleep learning about geese flying into jet engines......
another late night.
Thankfully tonight God sent me an email telling me it was time to go to bed...... I better listen. I'm a little late already.
Wednesday, August 8, 2007
When the day starts out like this....
"KRISTA!!!!!!!!!"
"KRISTA..... CAN YOU COME IN HERE!!!"
Did I mention that it was 5:30 AM !!!! After only 3 1/2 hours of sleep this is still the middle of the night!!! My husband (name to be chosen later) is yelling for me from the bathroom. I happily arise from my slumber to discover that he has chosen to shave his head and is upset because he has just experienced the ice cold water coming from the shower because apparently the gas tank is empty and we no longer have warm water. (But we do not know this yet.) I help him get rid of the hair that is sticking to his back and neck and climb back into my warm bed.
Only to come across the note in the kitchen 3 hours later... "Call Goco-we are out of gas." Well at least we know why we didn't have warm water. Goco delivers liquid propane to our house- more frequently in the winter, not so much in the summer for obvious reasons. One call to Goco reminds me that they have sold out to another company which lets me know that I did not return their contract that they sent me last week so because of that they will charge me a $75 fee for a special trip and $30 for a leaks test because we are out of gas and it is state law to do the test" Welll.... what a nice howdy do for a new customer.
After a convincing conversation of "Didn't Goco tell you what customers were on keep fill- like us? We didn't empty out the tank in the time the contract was sitting on my desk"... it is only suppose to get to 30% before they come fill.
I go back to the kitchen to check on the littlest boy- named Punchee for having a strong left hook at the ripe age of 2 weeks- eating all the leftover cereal milk- did I say eating, I meant drinking from all the bowls on the kitchen table from the other crazy kids. Nice mess.
I smell gas
I'll get to the point
7 calls to a friend
4 calls to city hall to find a Fire Fighter that could bring a meter out to the house
several attemped evacuations (should I open doors, should I answer that call, should I grab Lil Crazy Lady's blanket...
1 Fire Fighter with little experience comes
2 Lakes Area Gas People Come
Several calls from husband
1 Appliance guy comes
several calls from fire fighters
and we have a small gas leak in the valve to the stove- which caused the horrible odor from the empty LP tank. Because of low pressure the tank was emitting a lot of vapor- and was coming out the leak in the stove. We have the gas turned off to the stove. Thermador gets no points from us!!!
WHEW!!!
What a morning!
Thanks friend, thanks gas people, thanks firefighters, thanks husband, thanks appliance guy
no thanks thermador
"KRISTA..... CAN YOU COME IN HERE!!!"
Did I mention that it was 5:30 AM !!!! After only 3 1/2 hours of sleep this is still the middle of the night!!! My husband (name to be chosen later) is yelling for me from the bathroom. I happily arise from my slumber to discover that he has chosen to shave his head and is upset because he has just experienced the ice cold water coming from the shower because apparently the gas tank is empty and we no longer have warm water. (But we do not know this yet.) I help him get rid of the hair that is sticking to his back and neck and climb back into my warm bed.
Only to come across the note in the kitchen 3 hours later... "Call Goco-we are out of gas." Well at least we know why we didn't have warm water. Goco delivers liquid propane to our house- more frequently in the winter, not so much in the summer for obvious reasons. One call to Goco reminds me that they have sold out to another company which lets me know that I did not return their contract that they sent me last week so because of that they will charge me a $75 fee for a special trip and $30 for a leaks test because we are out of gas and it is state law to do the test" Welll.... what a nice howdy do for a new customer.
After a convincing conversation of "Didn't Goco tell you what customers were on keep fill- like us? We didn't empty out the tank in the time the contract was sitting on my desk"... it is only suppose to get to 30% before they come fill.
I go back to the kitchen to check on the littlest boy- named Punchee for having a strong left hook at the ripe age of 2 weeks- eating all the leftover cereal milk- did I say eating, I meant drinking from all the bowls on the kitchen table from the other crazy kids. Nice mess.
I smell gas
I'll get to the point
7 calls to a friend
4 calls to city hall to find a Fire Fighter that could bring a meter out to the house
several attemped evacuations (should I open doors, should I answer that call, should I grab Lil Crazy Lady's blanket...
1 Fire Fighter with little experience comes
2 Lakes Area Gas People Come
Several calls from husband
1 Appliance guy comes
several calls from fire fighters
and we have a small gas leak in the valve to the stove- which caused the horrible odor from the empty LP tank. Because of low pressure the tank was emitting a lot of vapor- and was coming out the leak in the stove. We have the gas turned off to the stove. Thermador gets no points from us!!!
WHEW!!!
What a morning!
Thanks friend, thanks gas people, thanks firefighters, thanks husband, thanks appliance guy
no thanks thermador
Blogging Real Time
My first attempt at a blog was fun...but I had trouble coming up with enough supportive data to each topic I wanted to discuss in a monologue. So as ideas and topics come to mind I will continue to use my 30,000 words blogspot to express my self- but I found myself laughing at many "bloggable" momments in a day so I decided to start a blog about the theatrical events that occur in my awake hours.
Enjoy!
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