Sunday, November 15, 2009
Nurse Maggie
Yesterday I was typing an email with Maggie on my lap. She was watching my fingers intently. She bent her head down to the computer and started kissing my thumbs, then she turned and looked at me and said "Owwie Mama." She was kissing my thumbs because she saw the hang nails on them and wanted to fix my "owwie". She healed them right up!
Monday, November 9, 2009
Death Defying Dog
This past weekend we took advantage of the unseasonably warm weather by painting the shutters on the house. To get to the shutters on the second story Jason had to climb out the window and crawl across the roof. As he was replacing the newly painted shutters Payton (Jack Russell Terrier) decided to don her Evil Knievel cape and crawl out onto the roof with him. Jason said he was screwing in the shutter when he turned for a better angle and noticed the STUPID dog standing on the edge of the roof line looking at the cars parked below in the driveway. You know, every time that damn dog poops in the laundry I wish for her imminent demise, but I don't think I could handle scraping flattened dog off the driveway. Why does every one under four feet tall in this family have a death wish?
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Q and A
Q: "Maggie, do you want to play play-doh?"
A: "Noooo."
Q: "Do you want to color with crayons?"
A: "NO!"
Q: "Do you want to play with dolly?"
A: "No."
Q: "Do you want a million dollars?"
A: "Yeah!"
Such was the conversation we had with our darling daughter this afternoon.
A: "Noooo."
Q: "Do you want to color with crayons?"
A: "NO!"
Q: "Do you want to play with dolly?"
A: "No."
Q: "Do you want a million dollars?"
A: "Yeah!"
Such was the conversation we had with our darling daughter this afternoon.
Friday, November 6, 2009
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Can-can-can't
This week I baked wheat bread and dinner rolls from scratch and was so proud of myself when they actually turned out edible that I decided to take the next step and try my hand at canning. What an idiot I am.
I took Maggie to the apple orchard again last week to check out the petting zoo and pick up apples for a pie. So of course I ended up with a ridiculous amount of apples and thought, "Ooh, I'll make that yummy applesauce again." But given the teetering mountain of apples I brought home, my over-acheiving brain naturally decided to add more stress to my life and figure out how to can the yummy applesauce. Yeah, not doing that again.
I had to visit four different stores before I found any jars, which is soooo fun with a toddler. Then spent half an hour trying to rig something similar to a canning pot out of my hodge podge of cookware. Finally got the thing rigged up, the recipe prepared, and the cans boiling in the water... but for only a few seconds before the pot boiled over dousing the flame... again... and again... and again. Eventually I did pull three jars of applesauce out of the pot that appear to be properly canned, but who knows. I do know, however, that it will be a cold day in hell before I try this tomfoolery again, especially with a toddler at my feet.
I took Maggie to the apple orchard again last week to check out the petting zoo and pick up apples for a pie. So of course I ended up with a ridiculous amount of apples and thought, "Ooh, I'll make that yummy applesauce again." But given the teetering mountain of apples I brought home, my over-acheiving brain naturally decided to add more stress to my life and figure out how to can the yummy applesauce. Yeah, not doing that again.
I had to visit four different stores before I found any jars, which is soooo fun with a toddler. Then spent half an hour trying to rig something similar to a canning pot out of my hodge podge of cookware. Finally got the thing rigged up, the recipe prepared, and the cans boiling in the water... but for only a few seconds before the pot boiled over dousing the flame... again... and again... and again. Eventually I did pull three jars of applesauce out of the pot that appear to be properly canned, but who knows. I do know, however, that it will be a cold day in hell before I try this tomfoolery again, especially with a toddler at my feet.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Halloween Observation
Facebook is good for a lot of things, catching up with old friends, keeping up with current events, and being social without actually being social. I'm a fan, I guess. Actually, I think I would call Facebook my guilty pleasure. Anyway....
I was logged on to my favorite guilty pleasure yesterday, looking through the Halloween updates everyone provided and noticing how diverse my "friend" list has become. Nothing like a holiday to show you just how much your life and the lives of your friends have evolved over the years. For example, a solid third of my friends quickly posted pics of their kids in Halloween costumes (as did I) on Sat/Sun of last week. Another third posted pics of themselves in Halloween costumes. The last third is clearly not as addicted as the other two-thirds. I find it fascinating that some of my male friends, friends that partied and serial dated through college and their early 20's, had the most pictures of toddlers dressed up like pumpkins/pirates/etc. Some of my female friends posted stellar photos of themselves as sexy witches/vampires/disney characters. Wish I still had the bod (or the balls) to be a sexy witch. One friend posted pictures from Madison, WI annual Halloween extravaganza, proving that although we all get older and evolve, some things never change. There is still some guy on State Street dressed up as a giant penis, thinking his costume is AWESOME!
I was logged on to my favorite guilty pleasure yesterday, looking through the Halloween updates everyone provided and noticing how diverse my "friend" list has become. Nothing like a holiday to show you just how much your life and the lives of your friends have evolved over the years. For example, a solid third of my friends quickly posted pics of their kids in Halloween costumes (as did I) on Sat/Sun of last week. Another third posted pics of themselves in Halloween costumes. The last third is clearly not as addicted as the other two-thirds. I find it fascinating that some of my male friends, friends that partied and serial dated through college and their early 20's, had the most pictures of toddlers dressed up like pumpkins/pirates/etc. Some of my female friends posted stellar photos of themselves as sexy witches/vampires/disney characters. Wish I still had the bod (or the balls) to be a sexy witch. One friend posted pictures from Madison, WI annual Halloween extravaganza, proving that although we all get older and evolve, some things never change. There is still some guy on State Street dressed up as a giant penis, thinking his costume is AWESOME!
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