Ok, so Aren's bedroom makeover has officially begun. We filled nail holes, took down those stars, have started painting his shelves (white) and have discussed get him, yes, a big boy bed. We have the frame and box spring; we just need to save up a few dollars and get him a mattress.
Tomorrow, while Jenn, Savannah, Deanna & I are in the city dress shopping Bill will be painting Aren's room a very beautiful shade of blue. I will post pictures as it transpires.
Friday, October 28, 2005
Monday, October 24, 2005
Black Coffee
This test was pretty funny, considering I don't drink coffee but I answered according to what if I did when it applied. I suppose I am low maintainance and don't even get me started about when I am at my worst. LOL
| You are a Black Coffee |
At your worst, you are: cheap and angsty You drink coffee when: you can get your hands on it Your caffeine addiction level: high |
Saturday, October 22, 2005
The Juggernaut Jugs Rock!!!
I did not get to see them in concert obviously, since I had to work. I called Bill from work to see how it was and he thought it was great and said the guys were real nice. If you read Marc's opinion it is pretty much the same as Bill's.
Well, I had mentioned in a previous post how I though it would be funny if they came to BP's afterwards because I had missed out on the Hockey Legends and wound up getting to visit with them. Wouldn't you know it, they were in my section tonight after the concert. I called to tell Bill and he told me that he had talked to them as well.
Guys, they were such nice men and, from what I hear, incredibly talented. We had a great time chatting and laughing like old friends. They had been talking to Bill about going hunting together the next time they are up and apparently no one exchanged any numbers or emails or anything so we discussed getting Bill's email address and I gave it to them.
When it was time for them to go, they left me very nice tips and commented on how much they appreciated the service. I told them, with all honesty, taht it had been my treat. One of the guys went outside and came back in with a CD for me.
Really they were so nice. If you get a chance to go see these guys and support them...don't miss it!!!! I don't think you would regret it for a minute!
Well, I had mentioned in a previous post how I though it would be funny if they came to BP's afterwards because I had missed out on the Hockey Legends and wound up getting to visit with them. Wouldn't you know it, they were in my section tonight after the concert. I called to tell Bill and he told me that he had talked to them as well.
Guys, they were such nice men and, from what I hear, incredibly talented. We had a great time chatting and laughing like old friends. They had been talking to Bill about going hunting together the next time they are up and apparently no one exchanged any numbers or emails or anything so we discussed getting Bill's email address and I gave it to them.
When it was time for them to go, they left me very nice tips and commented on how much they appreciated the service. I told them, with all honesty, taht it had been my treat. One of the guys went outside and came back in with a CD for me.
Really they were so nice. If you get a chance to go see these guys and support them...don't miss it!!!! I don't think you would regret it for a minute!
Friday, October 21, 2005
School Spirit Week...Continued
Wednesday: Sk Pride Day aka green white and gold
(We were kind of lame that day. Nothing special)
(We were kind of lame that day. Nothing special)
Thursday: The famous and always yearned for, pajama day!
Friday: Book Character day.
Perhaps a little explanation is due, for Cherish's anyway. She is the lion from The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe. Hallie is, of course, Cinderella.
Cherish wore this lion costume in kindergarten so, needless to say, it is WAY too short for her. The solution: put black tights on underneath. It only comes up to her knees so the look is comical but effective.
Hallie had a tonne of sparkles all over. We had sparkle hairspray and sparkle body glitter. Her reaction: I fink me need to have a baff when I get home from kindygarten today. (I wonder if that will be before or after her self prescribed nap? Kindygarten must be pretty tiring...poor dear.)
So, there you have it; spirit week in a nutshell...er, two nutshells.
School Spirit Week...the first 2 days.
Spirit week is over and as fun as it has been, I am a tad relieved. No more rushing around every morning making sure that the "costumes" are ready, on, lunches are made, breakfast is eaten and they are out the door on time. Now, we just have normal chaos. So I thought you guys may like to see the girls with their school spirit in high gear. We are off on an overview of the week of school spirit.
Monday: Smarite Day: Cherish was purple and Hallie was pink. Cherish did not get her picture taken that day...she was in a hurry.
Monday: Smarite Day: Cherish was purple and Hallie was pink. Cherish did not get her picture taken that day...she was in a hurry.
Tuesday: Crazy Hat Day: Hallie had the same hat all day; Rush swithced it up a bit. Aren joined in with this one too.
I Dunno...?
My husband got tickets to a musical event at the Rawilinson Center; I had to work and thought it was a great idea when he suggested he take one of our friends...a guys night out so to speak. Their entertainment for the evening will be someone I have never heard of and, all though I am intrigued by what they will sound like, I am also frightened by it.
They are going to see The Juggernaut Jug Band...
I'm sure they will h ave a lot of fun and I will be sorry that I couldn't make it. I just hope they don't show up at work like most of the acts that come through town do. I felt bad enough when the Old Timer Hockey Legends showed up and I got to sit and visit with them after Bill was only able to watch them from such a distance...(okay, so I didn't feel bad enough to not phone him and flaunt that I had Eddy Shack's autograph...)
They are going to see The Juggernaut Jug Band...
I'm sure they will h ave a lot of fun and I will be sorry that I couldn't make it. I just hope they don't show up at work like most of the acts that come through town do. I felt bad enough when the Old Timer Hockey Legends showed up and I got to sit and visit with them after Bill was only able to watch them from such a distance...(okay, so I didn't feel bad enough to not phone him and flaunt that I had Eddy Shack's autograph...)
Bibbity Bobbity Boo
I am so excited!!! Tonight a guy who used to work with me came in and we were chatting about how things were going in both our lives, yadda yadda yadda. This young man is an actor/dancer/singer who is quite often in the musicals that we get at the Rawlinson Center. We were talking about if he had anything coming up and he told me that Cinderella was going to be there in December. I told him how much Miss Hallie likes Cinderella and that she is going to be her for Favorite Book Character Day. He told me, if I go, to let him know when Hallie & I will be there and he is going to arrange for Hallie to meet Cinderella.
Oh my gosh!!! Is that cool or what!?! I get to introduce my daughter to Cinderella! She will be so excited she will pee her pants!!! So...tomorrow I am going to the box office to check out what is available and buy her & I some tickets.
I can't get it out of my mind. I can't wait to see how happy she is about this. It will really make her day. It is such a high to be able to do these things for your kids. Sure it may not seem like a jump up and down moment to us (Perhaps if it were Jon Bon Jovi) but Cinderella is one of her all tim favorites and to give her the opportunity to "meet" Cinderella....I almost can't sit still thinking about it.
Oh my gosh!!! Is that cool or what!?! I get to introduce my daughter to Cinderella! She will be so excited she will pee her pants!!! So...tomorrow I am going to the box office to check out what is available and buy her & I some tickets.
I can't get it out of my mind. I can't wait to see how happy she is about this. It will really make her day. It is such a high to be able to do these things for your kids. Sure it may not seem like a jump up and down moment to us (Perhaps if it were Jon Bon Jovi) but Cinderella is one of her all tim favorites and to give her the opportunity to "meet" Cinderella....I almost can't sit still thinking about it.
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
Quarter Back
No, I don't really mean quarter back but rather quarterback. I am positive that Aren will be next year's star quarterback for the Roughriders. I have evidence that this young guy can probably clean up and clean house. May I present Exibit A, my swollen, bruised nose. This should be all the evidence we need to make a decision. This morning I asked Aren to pass me the remote since it was right beside him. Big mistake! Huge! He picked that sucker up and tossed it at me, actually he hurled it at me. The remote caught me right on the bridge of my nose just under the corner of my eye.
Bill was surprised by my reaction as I recalled the event to him over the phone. He asked me how Aren survived the ordeal and then asked me if I had spanked him. Believe it or not, I didn't even yell at him. I never really had the chance. The impact shocked me so much and the intense and immediate pain left me in some serious tears. My nose felt like it was bleeding but, fortunately it wasn't. Oh, but the agony. My nose still hurts a great deal and is swollen enough that my glasses fit funny and my co-workers asked me what happened to my nose. Yay!!! That is after keeping a cold compress on it for almost an hour.
Aren felt very badly about the whole thing and curled up beside me and rubbed my arm and back. The concern in his eyes showed me that it was not intentional however, he was told he can't throw things like that at people...after I was able to have a thought process again.
It just so happens that while I was at work tonight Aren learned a new word, "catch". Boy, wouldn't that have been helpful a bit earlier?
So, quaterbacks around the World watch out...Aren may be taking your job next year.
Bill was surprised by my reaction as I recalled the event to him over the phone. He asked me how Aren survived the ordeal and then asked me if I had spanked him. Believe it or not, I didn't even yell at him. I never really had the chance. The impact shocked me so much and the intense and immediate pain left me in some serious tears. My nose felt like it was bleeding but, fortunately it wasn't. Oh, but the agony. My nose still hurts a great deal and is swollen enough that my glasses fit funny and my co-workers asked me what happened to my nose. Yay!!! That is after keeping a cold compress on it for almost an hour.
Aren felt very badly about the whole thing and curled up beside me and rubbed my arm and back. The concern in his eyes showed me that it was not intentional however, he was told he can't throw things like that at people...after I was able to have a thought process again.
It just so happens that while I was at work tonight Aren learned a new word, "catch". Boy, wouldn't that have been helpful a bit earlier?
So, quaterbacks around the World watch out...Aren may be taking your job next year.
What do you "Need"?
Here's a fun little game I got from Dominique. To try it yourself just go to Google and in quotation marks put your name and needs. Example if your name is Fred put "Fred needs" and press enter. Then share the 5 funniest hits.
Angela Needs a Vacation (Amen!!! I agree with this one)
Angela needs to complete a psychological evaluation (Did Bill have something to do with this one...? LOL)
Angela needs help! (This can be taken in so-o many ways)
Angela needs to find a new group of friends. (Um, not really)
"Angela" needs more bite if it's to play alongside the big boys. (Wha...?)
Angela needs a family who will access and work with a therapist
Angela needs to be in the schoolfor the disabled
Angela needs to drop a few pounds
Angela needs a caring and committed family who canprovide a safe, loving, and consistent environment
Angela needs a different prescription
Angela needs to take those 18-hour days she spends working on her Web site anddevote that time to improving the quality of her clothes
angela needs a talking to
Angela Needs a Vacation (Amen!!! I agree with this one)
Angela needs to complete a psychological evaluation (Did Bill have something to do with this one...? LOL)
Angela needs help! (This can be taken in so-o many ways)
Angela needs to find a new group of friends. (Um, not really)
"Angela" needs more bite if it's to play alongside the big boys. (Wha...?)
Angela needs a family who will access and work with a therapist
Angela needs to be in the schoolfor the disabled
Angela needs to drop a few pounds
Angela needs a caring and committed family who canprovide a safe, loving, and consistent environment
Angela needs a different prescription
Angela needs to take those 18-hour days she spends working on her Web site anddevote that time to improving the quality of her clothes
angela needs a talking to
Sunday, October 16, 2005
Simplicity...it's a good thing...(how'd ya like my Martha Stewart reference, D...?
This post started off with me reading this written by my dear friend, Dixie. I found my head nodding in agreement with her over and over and over. I too find myself being affected by the cleanliness and/or chaos in my house and I also find myself overwhelmed by it at times thinking there is no way I can get it clean so why bother or, I just don't even know where to begin (so I don't). With 6-9 people living in our house from one week to another, chaos here is just a fact of life and I keep trying to come up with ways to control that chaos. It is difficult when you get that many people's belongings in one house with not much storage and I have been trying to utilize many different organizational strategies. Unfortunately, my ideas are usually great in theory but are rarely applied by most of the occupants (including myself). Slowly but surely things are coming along and hopefully they will stay that way. We have gotten our living room painted, put up some shelves and a nice book case and it has managed to stay relatively clean-the odd toy here and there but I can handle that. Our next room is Aren's; we bought the paint tonight but I am unsure of when it will get painted, perhaps next weekend. If we can get that room organized...that makes 2. The upstairs bathroom will be after that and it is funny how a coat of paint and a few containers can make such a difference...
The other thing I agree with Dixie about wholeheartedly is the stay-at-home mom thing. There is no feeling in the world greater than that of holding my son who has not slept in 3 days due to agonizing pain in his mouth (complete with blisters on his tongue...guesses to what it could be?) and having him fall fast asleep in my arms, with his little baby breath warm against my cheek, and the smell of his baby soap invading my nose. Also there is no feeling greater than finding the one nutritional thing he can eat right now without it hurting his mouth (yogurt). Watching your children overcome their fears with your help leaves you feeling incredible and having them cling to you in a hug that says nothing but love as they whisper in your ear that they love you with their whole heart is second to none. The only thing that will top that feeling is the day I hear, "Well done my good and faithful servant." Hands down, the only thing better.
There is goodness in watching your child realize the difference between pink and red or recognize their own name written on their coloring page. There is goodness in feeling your child relax as he/she feels safe in your arms. There is goodness in those small, simple every day things that we sometimes are too busy to enjoy, that we sometimes take for granted and are overlooked. I think it is time for us all to enjoy those simple moments: dunking oreos in a tall glass of milk with your children, jumping in mud puddles (or almost season appropriate, making snow angels), taking a nice long walk in a rain shower or layingin the sun watching the leaves fall from the trees...there is something so beautiful in simplicity.
The other thing I agree with Dixie about wholeheartedly is the stay-at-home mom thing. There is no feeling in the world greater than that of holding my son who has not slept in 3 days due to agonizing pain in his mouth (complete with blisters on his tongue...guesses to what it could be?) and having him fall fast asleep in my arms, with his little baby breath warm against my cheek, and the smell of his baby soap invading my nose. Also there is no feeling greater than finding the one nutritional thing he can eat right now without it hurting his mouth (yogurt). Watching your children overcome their fears with your help leaves you feeling incredible and having them cling to you in a hug that says nothing but love as they whisper in your ear that they love you with their whole heart is second to none. The only thing that will top that feeling is the day I hear, "Well done my good and faithful servant." Hands down, the only thing better.
There is goodness in watching your child realize the difference between pink and red or recognize their own name written on their coloring page. There is goodness in feeling your child relax as he/she feels safe in your arms. There is goodness in those small, simple every day things that we sometimes are too busy to enjoy, that we sometimes take for granted and are overlooked. I think it is time for us all to enjoy those simple moments: dunking oreos in a tall glass of milk with your children, jumping in mud puddles (or almost season appropriate, making snow angels), taking a nice long walk in a rain shower or layingin the sun watching the leaves fall from the trees...there is something so beautiful in simplicity.
Saturday, October 15, 2005
Family
I had a fun night. Tonight was a surprise birthday party for my cousin; he is 40. There were only a handful of us cousins and our kids there but it was still fun. Obviously it would have been better had more of us been able to attend but Little Brother was off to see Granny for a visit (glad he got to do that) and another cousin had a wedding...life. All in all though it was still fun; we usually we do have fun when we get together. It seems everyone gets a turn at being picked on, make up for lost time. Jenn was able to realize that she goes to school with some of her "family"; they are a couple of years younger than her though. Acouple of more years and Bill and another cousin turn 40...hmmmm...2 years to plan...tee hee hee...
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
Peanuts...
Growing Up is Hard to Do...
Hallie suffered her first heartache today. A friend of hers is having a birthday party and she was not invited. Her little eyes filled to the brim when she told me. Being the over protective mom I am thought 'why didn't that little brat invite my baby?'. Ok, not really but I am sure it would have been easy to think that. I told Hallie that sometimes we aren't going to get invited to our friends' parties because maybe her mom and dad told her that she could only invite a few people and she chose other people this time, maybe people she has been friends with longer. I also told her that there would be plenty of parties for her to go though and that this was just the beginning of them. It is sad for her because that is one of the reasons she was so excited about going to school was so that she could make friends and be invited to parties. She is so pleased that she is getting to make friends so it is disheartening. I am sure she will be asking us to buy presents once every few weeks soon enough. All in due time; all in due time... However, in the mean time growing up is hard to do and so is being mature about our disappointments. (I'm not sure if some adults are ever able to get past theirs.)
Update...
On a completely other topic not even closely related. Aren can blow bubbles!!! All ri...ight!??? You may be wondering why that is noteworthy. Betty, the speech therapist said that that is an exercise they use to see if children have muscle problems that are causing their lack of speech. (I learned this when I took Hallie there.) So, apparently, Aren does not have this particular muscle problem causing his lack of speech. He is talking increasingly more the last few weeks.
Update...
On a completely other topic not even closely related. Aren can blow bubbles!!! All ri...ight!??? You may be wondering why that is noteworthy. Betty, the speech therapist said that that is an exercise they use to see if children have muscle problems that are causing their lack of speech. (I learned this when I took Hallie there.) So, apparently, Aren does not have this particular muscle problem causing his lack of speech. He is talking increasingly more the last few weeks.
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
Grandparents: The Magical People in Our Lives
I had a very close relationship with my grandparents, on my dad's side. As I have mentioned on here before, we lived in the same yard so they were like a second set of parents to me, only different. They seemed magical. The way my grandpa's eyes sparkled when he was playing jokes on us or the way my grandma always made time for us and had an endless supply of hugs and kisses. My grandfather on my mom's side was always a joker...and a tickler but always magical. We didn't really know my grandma all that well.
Both of my sets of grandparents have passed away now and I miss them so much, from time to time. I was lucky enough, however, to get 2 new sets of grandparents as my mom and dad remarried. My step-grandfathers have both passed on since but, we have come to love them as we did our biological grandparents.
My Grandma H is in the hospital. She has been losing weight, 20 pounds in the last few months, and has recently discovered a lump in her abdomin. Today she was at the doctor's getting tests done and they have informed the family that she has cancer, Lymphoma (sp) to be exact. It is not cureable but it is treatable so, they will be operating on her to remove this lump. Please keep her in your prayers as she goes through this and the recovery.
Rush was having a hard time of it this evening before going to bed. I understand why; it is hard when you are 12 to understand the whole life/death thing, some adults still have a hard time with it. It is hard wondering if you are going to lose that magical person you love so much.
Here's to all the magical people in your life; make sure you don't take advantage of the fact that they are still around. Take the time to visit them, listen to them, maybe even sit down and find out your family history or fun stories about things from your past, their past...enjoy their magic while you can...
Both of my sets of grandparents have passed away now and I miss them so much, from time to time. I was lucky enough, however, to get 2 new sets of grandparents as my mom and dad remarried. My step-grandfathers have both passed on since but, we have come to love them as we did our biological grandparents.
My Grandma H is in the hospital. She has been losing weight, 20 pounds in the last few months, and has recently discovered a lump in her abdomin. Today she was at the doctor's getting tests done and they have informed the family that she has cancer, Lymphoma (sp) to be exact. It is not cureable but it is treatable so, they will be operating on her to remove this lump. Please keep her in your prayers as she goes through this and the recovery.
Rush was having a hard time of it this evening before going to bed. I understand why; it is hard when you are 12 to understand the whole life/death thing, some adults still have a hard time with it. It is hard wondering if you are going to lose that magical person you love so much.
Here's to all the magical people in your life; make sure you don't take advantage of the fact that they are still around. Take the time to visit them, listen to them, maybe even sit down and find out your family history or fun stories about things from your past, their past...enjoy their magic while you can...
Almost Made A HUGE Mistake...
That is what I said and when I say huge I mean phenomenal...almost catastrophic. You'll see why in a minute. Tonight Natalie sent me a picture of her wedding dress; Pastor Steve is helping them buy it. (Isn't that incredible?) In my excitment about the dress, I almost posted a link for you all to see it and then I realized that I so totally can't do that because Billy comes on this website from time to time and he is so not allowed to see this dress.
We have been a bit stressed out about this wedding because they want to have it in May and it seemed like it was just because that was when they wanted to have it. It turns out that there are a few other reasons that Billy failed to mention because he didn't want us to worry. One is that he wasn't able to get a visa for living/working down there. Why? It is so screwy that it is almost funny. He can't get a religious workers visa because he is engaged. He can't get an engagement visa (or fiance visa can't remember what it is called) because he is all ready down there. Please join me in an OY! Anyway the end of his 6 months is Feb 10 and he needs to be out of there again. Now I don't know if that means for a brief amount of time or what but, regardless, he has to be out of there by then. Also he has a guaranteed job if he is employable before June. May was the best for them to get all of these requirements fulfilled and still try to give everyone up here as much time to save money. These kids though! They don't tell you until you pull it from them (right Billy?). Anyway, so now we know why it NEEDS to be in May and not that it NEEDS to be in May because of WANTS. It makes things so much easier to deal with now that we know why.
I really am hoping and praying that we will be able to get the money together to go down there. I am going to be out of work in January because of renovations....and all that fun jazz. Praying, praying, praying...I know that it will all work out in the end however, part of me is still fretting about it in the very deepest, darkest part...
So, if anyone wants to see Natalie's dress email me and let me know. I will not be putting the picture on here...so Billy doesn't accidentally find it. Anyway...Goodnight...OH WAIT!
Happy Turkey Day to everyone...
I am so very thankful for my family, my friends who help keep me real, my job, this house, my van, Bill's car, my country, having WRC and the people there to turn to when we need refreshing, World Revival Network, my health, and last on this list but first and foremost...GOD.
We have been a bit stressed out about this wedding because they want to have it in May and it seemed like it was just because that was when they wanted to have it. It turns out that there are a few other reasons that Billy failed to mention because he didn't want us to worry. One is that he wasn't able to get a visa for living/working down there. Why? It is so screwy that it is almost funny. He can't get a religious workers visa because he is engaged. He can't get an engagement visa (or fiance visa can't remember what it is called) because he is all ready down there. Please join me in an OY! Anyway the end of his 6 months is Feb 10 and he needs to be out of there again. Now I don't know if that means for a brief amount of time or what but, regardless, he has to be out of there by then. Also he has a guaranteed job if he is employable before June. May was the best for them to get all of these requirements fulfilled and still try to give everyone up here as much time to save money. These kids though! They don't tell you until you pull it from them (right Billy?). Anyway, so now we know why it NEEDS to be in May and not that it NEEDS to be in May because of WANTS. It makes things so much easier to deal with now that we know why.
I really am hoping and praying that we will be able to get the money together to go down there. I am going to be out of work in January because of renovations....and all that fun jazz. Praying, praying, praying...I know that it will all work out in the end however, part of me is still fretting about it in the very deepest, darkest part...
So, if anyone wants to see Natalie's dress email me and let me know. I will not be putting the picture on here...so Billy doesn't accidentally find it. Anyway...Goodnight...OH WAIT!
Happy Turkey Day to everyone...
I am so very thankful for my family, my friends who help keep me real, my job, this house, my van, Bill's car, my country, having WRC and the people there to turn to when we need refreshing, World Revival Network, my health, and last on this list but first and foremost...GOD.
Sunday, October 09, 2005
Things Your 12 yr Old Never Tells You...
While tucking Hallie into bed tonight I saw a paper sticking out of Rush's backpack that read "Rating for Oral Presentation". Wha...!!! This is the North Korea project that she had had so much trouble finding information on, the project she spent a lot of time on MSN recruiting Tanya's help finding appropriate websites she could go to (she is not allowed to just look at sites without someone finding out first if the site she is going to actually contains the information she seeks or if it is some cover for 'you-know-what'). Anyway, I looked at said note to find out that she got a 41 out of 45 on her project. Hooray!!! That's 91%!!
She is learning guitar in Music class this year; we were told this. Things we weren't told about this class are that her teacher handed them a book and a guitar and told them each to go to a different area of the school and learn it. Every so often, they get a test and she grades them on what they have learned...er, taught themselves. The other thing she never told us about this class is that the teacher gives them sheet music to learn according to how well they have done on these "exams" and she (Rush) is the first grade 7 student to get level 2 music.
She has grown so much since summer that none, and I mean NONE, of her pants fit her properly! I just bought her new pants in July!!! While going through Hallie's clothes, Rush informs me that she doesn't have any pants that fit her and needs some more as soon as possible. Boy, what a hard pill to swallow when we don't have the money for that right now. It sure would be nice if her S.D. would pull through and send some money. I have been emailing my worker through Maintenance Enforcement every week for 3 weeks now and have gotten no response. I am so very close to telling them that I am going to go to the paper to let them know how well (NOT!!!!) they have helped me (since he is $4000.00 plus in arrears).
Speaking of dead beats not paying their child support, I saw something that I thought was hilarious and was SO VERY tempted to do. I saw a parked car that had a sign in it saying that so and so could gamble but couldn't afford to pay child support. My take on that would be to just put this huge sign in my window whenever I am parked (especially in Saskatoon) saying "D.W. owes this much money and refuses to pay it"!! Oh sweet, sweet, sweet...but probably hust a fantasy to play out in my imagination from time to time...
She is learning guitar in Music class this year; we were told this. Things we weren't told about this class are that her teacher handed them a book and a guitar and told them each to go to a different area of the school and learn it. Every so often, they get a test and she grades them on what they have learned...er, taught themselves. The other thing she never told us about this class is that the teacher gives them sheet music to learn according to how well they have done on these "exams" and she (Rush) is the first grade 7 student to get level 2 music.
She has grown so much since summer that none, and I mean NONE, of her pants fit her properly! I just bought her new pants in July!!! While going through Hallie's clothes, Rush informs me that she doesn't have any pants that fit her and needs some more as soon as possible. Boy, what a hard pill to swallow when we don't have the money for that right now. It sure would be nice if her S.D. would pull through and send some money. I have been emailing my worker through Maintenance Enforcement every week for 3 weeks now and have gotten no response. I am so very close to telling them that I am going to go to the paper to let them know how well (NOT!!!!) they have helped me (since he is $4000.00 plus in arrears).
Speaking of dead beats not paying their child support, I saw something that I thought was hilarious and was SO VERY tempted to do. I saw a parked car that had a sign in it saying that so and so could gamble but couldn't afford to pay child support. My take on that would be to just put this huge sign in my window whenever I am parked (especially in Saskatoon) saying "D.W. owes this much money and refuses to pay it"!! Oh sweet, sweet, sweet...but probably hust a fantasy to play out in my imagination from time to time...
Thursday, October 06, 2005
And the award for "Mom of the Year" goes out to...not me...
Tonight I feel like a lousy mom. I know I am not but I feel like it. I don't get to see my kids. Aren and I have been able to have some fun and I felt really good about my mothering abilities as we were leaving the library this morning after Time For Two's. Then we picked up Hallie at school who cried because she was hoping to walk and I had to pick her up in the van as the library thing was a bit later than I expected and we had to walk a few blocks to our van (no parking any where near that library this morning). Walking into this house made me feel even better about myself. I have really let things slip and I am not just meaning with housework. I used to plan meals and we spent a lot less on groceries doing it that way; I was getting things organized not just clean. Then I got a second job and it was working nights and things began to slip...I survived my life at that time...that is all...I functioned, barely. My house fell apart and it seems like I have let it go ever since, even now with only working one job.
How did I think I was going to be able to work 2 jobs? I don't see my family much with the one that I do have. Seeing my parents is pretty much non existent and that hurts. I got to spend an hour or so with Renee the other day and it felt so good to see her that it hurt (why? because I realized what I have been missing). I have been able to get to know Tanya again after a very long time. We were strangers who shared a common genetic make-up.
Cherish came upstairs tonight looking like she was on the verge of tears and told me that she missed me and would like to snuggle. It warmed my heart that my 12 year old still wants to snuggle with me. It also broke my heart...
Thinking about this and seeing it in black and white has brought tears to my eyes and I am trying not to dwell on this whole matter and understand that I am doing the best that I can with the situation that we are in right now. I am trying to just give it to God which is a phrase that always irritates me when Bill says it. Yeah, why didn't I think about that...if only it were that simple sometimes. I try giving these things to God only to hang onto just enough of it so I don't allow myself to live guilt free. If I didn't feel badly about it that would make me a worse mom than I actually feel (that is my logic at this point)...I know, I know...my life would make an excellent illustration for so many sermons...Pastors out there, I have a proposal...you can pay me to live at my house to study my life for your sermons so that I can stay home with my kids and not feel this way any more thus ending your illustrations....see, it doesn't even work out that way. (lol)
I am capable of giving myself really good advice the only trouble is I am too busy giving myself the lecture that I don't actually listen to what I am saying, or, I hear it but don't comprehend it.
So back to my kids and I. I really, really miss them, more than I think they realize. Some days it really hurts to open that door and go off to work. I know I am not the only mom who feels like this so...any advice? Aside from just pulling the bandaid off in one fatal swoop? Waving goodbye to my crying kids at the door is not the June Cleaver life I saw for myself. Crying all the way to work is not a good thing when you sort of rely on looking humanish in order to get tips.
I guess I don't really need advice...(although it wouldn't hurt to hear it) I just needed to vent about this in a safe zone where I don't need to listen to someone give me some flippant answer and tell me to get over it.
Honestly, I just miss my kids....
How did I think I was going to be able to work 2 jobs? I don't see my family much with the one that I do have. Seeing my parents is pretty much non existent and that hurts. I got to spend an hour or so with Renee the other day and it felt so good to see her that it hurt (why? because I realized what I have been missing). I have been able to get to know Tanya again after a very long time. We were strangers who shared a common genetic make-up.
Cherish came upstairs tonight looking like she was on the verge of tears and told me that she missed me and would like to snuggle. It warmed my heart that my 12 year old still wants to snuggle with me. It also broke my heart...
Thinking about this and seeing it in black and white has brought tears to my eyes and I am trying not to dwell on this whole matter and understand that I am doing the best that I can with the situation that we are in right now. I am trying to just give it to God which is a phrase that always irritates me when Bill says it. Yeah, why didn't I think about that...if only it were that simple sometimes. I try giving these things to God only to hang onto just enough of it so I don't allow myself to live guilt free. If I didn't feel badly about it that would make me a worse mom than I actually feel (that is my logic at this point)...I know, I know...my life would make an excellent illustration for so many sermons...Pastors out there, I have a proposal...you can pay me to live at my house to study my life for your sermons so that I can stay home with my kids and not feel this way any more thus ending your illustrations....see, it doesn't even work out that way. (lol)
I am capable of giving myself really good advice the only trouble is I am too busy giving myself the lecture that I don't actually listen to what I am saying, or, I hear it but don't comprehend it.
So back to my kids and I. I really, really miss them, more than I think they realize. Some days it really hurts to open that door and go off to work. I know I am not the only mom who feels like this so...any advice? Aside from just pulling the bandaid off in one fatal swoop? Waving goodbye to my crying kids at the door is not the June Cleaver life I saw for myself. Crying all the way to work is not a good thing when you sort of rely on looking humanish in order to get tips.
I guess I don't really need advice...(although it wouldn't hurt to hear it) I just needed to vent about this in a safe zone where I don't need to listen to someone give me some flippant answer and tell me to get over it.
Honestly, I just miss my kids....
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
A Blizzard...
...and no, I don't mean the ice cream. I was just watching the news and there is a blizzard not that far from here. The snow is every where...it is icy, slippery and the drivers have somehow forgotten how to drive in it. People, 9 months of our year (only a slight exaggeration) is snow and blizzards. If anything, we should forget how to drive when it's nice out but no...common sense and drivers ed go right out the window when the first flakes start to fall. Oy!!! I am so glad that we have held off and that this blizzard has not yet graced our neck of the woods with its presence. Mornings are bad enough trying to get these girls off to school without having to add ski pants and winter boots to the equation. I am going to have to get this morning schedule tweeked before then or have to get them to walk by themselves without Aren & I (he tends to be a bit too inquisitive on the way to school and dawdles).
Speaking of Aren, tomorrow he starts his "Time For Two's" club at the library. He was very excited about it when I told him what tomorrow is. Patience is a virtue he is in need of learning. Every 5 minutes today he told me "let's go" when I told him we were going to see Auntie and Carter after we picked Hallie up. Needless to say, he got all shy when we met up with them and didn't talk to them very much. It wasn't until we were about to leave that he started warming up enough to start talking. I think this library thing will help him with that...get him used to different people and talking around them. He also started his speech therapy on Monday. He only goes 6-7 weeks and then takes a break but he did real well. We'll see how much better he does in 2 weeks when he goes back after Thanksgiving.
Speaking of Aren, tomorrow he starts his "Time For Two's" club at the library. He was very excited about it when I told him what tomorrow is. Patience is a virtue he is in need of learning. Every 5 minutes today he told me "let's go" when I told him we were going to see Auntie and Carter after we picked Hallie up. Needless to say, he got all shy when we met up with them and didn't talk to them very much. It wasn't until we were about to leave that he started warming up enough to start talking. I think this library thing will help him with that...get him used to different people and talking around them. He also started his speech therapy on Monday. He only goes 6-7 weeks and then takes a break but he did real well. We'll see how much better he does in 2 weeks when he goes back after Thanksgiving.
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
Random things from today
Today was an odd sort of day, not in a bad way but in a weird way. Just because of all the different things that have happened today.
First thing this morning we found out that the Mill is closing in January; what a difference that will make in our town. Families will be leaving, small/independent companies will be shutting down, local businesses will lose (I think) a lot of business and the housing market is going to be very low come Spring. (A good thing for some of us.) Needless to say, the town has been buzzing about this all day; for the first time since I can remember it is the first time our entire community has had something to talk about and is all they talk about(other than tragedies like 9-11 and Columbine). Jenn said that this was pretty much the only topic of conversation in her classes today.
Hallie has not been sleeping well lately; she's been having bad dreams and, to use her words, "freaking out". To help ease the freaking out I have moved a light I got from my old secret sister (aka Paula) that flashes different colors but isn't bright enough to keep her or Rush awake (a psychadelic night light so to speak). The big dark circles under her eyes each morning scream at me how tired she is and the fact that all she wants to do after lunch is lay down on the couch to watch a movie and "rest" is an even bigger indication. We went though this when Billy first left and went to Kansas. She has even started wetting the bed again however, this is not a nightly occurance right now. It has happened twice during really bad "bad dream" nights.
The fog this morning was unbelievable! On the walk to the school, the kids and I had to be very, very careful of traffic. We couldn't see them at the best of times and then there were the yahoos who didn't put their lights on. I dug out more winter jackets and discovered that Aren's was in need of serious repair. Upon inspecting it a bit more closely I discovered that it was probably a better investment to go buy a new one than to get this one fixed. We have snowsuits but Bill & I both figured that he needs a jacket that can be worn now and will be warm enough to put on him if we just have to run out during the winter instead of strapping him a snowsuit all the time. Aren & I found a really cool jacket that Bill would have loved...Toronto Maple Leafs hockey jacket, however, I can not justify spending $50 on a jacket just because it has a maple leaf on it. (perhaps this is the evidence to show you all that I am not an avid hockey fan. I know 3 men who will probably skin me for not getting this jacket.) Before they throttle me though, Aren DID get a hockey jacket. At the back of his new coat there is a hockey emblem of some sort so you can only be half mad at me and this jacket was on for 25% off only costing me $25.
During this excursion I discovered that Aren really likes the beat to that Gwen Steffani song that goes "If I were a rich girl na na na na nananananananaa....". He was singing the " na na na na" part today when we heard it in the mall, puckered up his lips, bobbed his head and did some sort of a dance that was too, too funny for words. I only hope he does it again so I can capture it on videotape because it would be great bribery footage and/or wedding video material.
Reflecting on my last statement I wonder if all moms view their children's lives this way: Take a goofy picture and all the while think in the back of their heads how great it will look blown up into poster size and sitting at the head table of said child's wedding?
Bill is really a workaholic; I now have proof. He has just spent the last 16 hours at work(regular shift and scheduled overtime) and they called him in to fix something else so he has chosen to bring breakfast, a blanket and a pillow. I am officially a work widow...
Speaking of Bill & work, I can also call him a nerd and not feel bad about it at all. While on the phone with whoever called my house at 11:00 pm to tell him about this urgent work at the hospital, Bill says 'hang on while I get a pen and paper'. Well, I laughed so hard I almost cried and almost fell off the couch; Bill's "pen" and "paper" were his stylus and palm pilot. And one word filled the air as everyone read this...NERD!!!!!!!!
Bill is also fairly certain that he doesn't want to take that other job now as it will also be affected by the Mill closing. His last thoughts on it were that he will stay right where he is. So I am ending this post as I started it, with the same thoughts that are consuming our community and surrounding area...The Mill. (on a funny note: Cherish wondered if the Mill shutting down meant we would have no more paper...I should have played along and told her that it does and she needs to go out and start collecting leaves so that we can continue to do our "paperwork"...)
First thing this morning we found out that the Mill is closing in January; what a difference that will make in our town. Families will be leaving, small/independent companies will be shutting down, local businesses will lose (I think) a lot of business and the housing market is going to be very low come Spring. (A good thing for some of us.) Needless to say, the town has been buzzing about this all day; for the first time since I can remember it is the first time our entire community has had something to talk about and is all they talk about(other than tragedies like 9-11 and Columbine). Jenn said that this was pretty much the only topic of conversation in her classes today.
Hallie has not been sleeping well lately; she's been having bad dreams and, to use her words, "freaking out". To help ease the freaking out I have moved a light I got from my old secret sister (aka Paula) that flashes different colors but isn't bright enough to keep her or Rush awake (a psychadelic night light so to speak). The big dark circles under her eyes each morning scream at me how tired she is and the fact that all she wants to do after lunch is lay down on the couch to watch a movie and "rest" is an even bigger indication. We went though this when Billy first left and went to Kansas. She has even started wetting the bed again however, this is not a nightly occurance right now. It has happened twice during really bad "bad dream" nights.
The fog this morning was unbelievable! On the walk to the school, the kids and I had to be very, very careful of traffic. We couldn't see them at the best of times and then there were the yahoos who didn't put their lights on. I dug out more winter jackets and discovered that Aren's was in need of serious repair. Upon inspecting it a bit more closely I discovered that it was probably a better investment to go buy a new one than to get this one fixed. We have snowsuits but Bill & I both figured that he needs a jacket that can be worn now and will be warm enough to put on him if we just have to run out during the winter instead of strapping him a snowsuit all the time. Aren & I found a really cool jacket that Bill would have loved...Toronto Maple Leafs hockey jacket, however, I can not justify spending $50 on a jacket just because it has a maple leaf on it. (perhaps this is the evidence to show you all that I am not an avid hockey fan. I know 3 men who will probably skin me for not getting this jacket.) Before they throttle me though, Aren DID get a hockey jacket. At the back of his new coat there is a hockey emblem of some sort so you can only be half mad at me and this jacket was on for 25% off only costing me $25.
During this excursion I discovered that Aren really likes the beat to that Gwen Steffani song that goes "If I were a rich girl na na na na nananananananaa....". He was singing the " na na na na" part today when we heard it in the mall, puckered up his lips, bobbed his head and did some sort of a dance that was too, too funny for words. I only hope he does it again so I can capture it on videotape because it would be great bribery footage and/or wedding video material.
Reflecting on my last statement I wonder if all moms view their children's lives this way: Take a goofy picture and all the while think in the back of their heads how great it will look blown up into poster size and sitting at the head table of said child's wedding?
Bill is really a workaholic; I now have proof. He has just spent the last 16 hours at work(regular shift and scheduled overtime) and they called him in to fix something else so he has chosen to bring breakfast, a blanket and a pillow. I am officially a work widow...
Speaking of Bill & work, I can also call him a nerd and not feel bad about it at all. While on the phone with whoever called my house at 11:00 pm to tell him about this urgent work at the hospital, Bill says 'hang on while I get a pen and paper'. Well, I laughed so hard I almost cried and almost fell off the couch; Bill's "pen" and "paper" were his stylus and palm pilot. And one word filled the air as everyone read this...NERD!!!!!!!!
Bill is also fairly certain that he doesn't want to take that other job now as it will also be affected by the Mill closing. His last thoughts on it were that he will stay right where he is. So I am ending this post as I started it, with the same thoughts that are consuming our community and surrounding area...The Mill. (on a funny note: Cherish wondered if the Mill shutting down meant we would have no more paper...I should have played along and told her that it does and she needs to go out and start collecting leaves so that we can continue to do our "paperwork"...)
Monday, October 03, 2005
What is New?
What is new...? Really...? I feel like I have missed out on September. How is it October all ready? Why is it that I am all ready digging out mitts and toques for frosty mornings and feeling the urge to make oatmeal every morning? Why am I wanting to dig out the big thick duvet and waking up with a cold nose and crystalized toes? (okay the answer to the last question is because Bill likes to sleep with the window open and with two fans on, even still.) Why are words like sledding, street hockey, skating and skipants dominating our converstations? Why?!?! Because! We live in Saskatchewan and winter comes early here (other places too but this is where I live); summer is no where near long enough. There never seems to be enough nice days to do a third of the things you plan for.
Good news about October: I am almost done my Christmas shopping. I still have a few things left and a couple of stocking stuffers for the kids and I did not go broke.
There are only a couple of more days until NHL is back. I can not say that I am an avid hockey fan. In fact, if there is no one here to start watching it, I won't but, if a game is on I can get a bit rowdy. Bill & Pastor Shane are pumped about watching hockey (aka Tornoto Maple Leafs) and it sounds like Marc is right there with them. Okay girls...Hockey Night in Canada equals, what? I definitely think we could get together and do some scrapbooking or something equally exciting.
Speaking of hockey, there has all ready been a couple of games for our local WHL team and, as much as I hate to sound like I am not supporting my local team...I am not. Perhaps if they didn't come into work with their attitudes, their parents with bigger attitudes and their groupies (aka pucks) with even bigger attitudes, it wouldn't be so bad. I didn't mind them before having to serve them and having them try to grope all the waitresses, having them not leave tips and having them get just to cocky and arrogant for their own good. Now, I barely tolerate them. It is an increasing struggle to put on a happy face and bring them their food. Trust me, prayer is necessary...constant prayer for strength and the ability to endure them with grace, humility and Christian love. It distresses me (to a small level) that I smile every time I hear that the visiting team has beaten the pants off of them. I am a bad, bad citizen. Bad. (well, probably not...just disgruntled.)
We still have not found a church that even begins to feel like home, feels like it is truly hungry for God or that feels like it is somewhere we want to raise our kids. Well, that is not entirely true. We haven't found one in this country that doesn't require us moving so far from all of our loved ones and doesn't require us to jump through hoops to get jobs. We feel that that will be changing soon but we don't know when and we don't know where (or who). We just continue to pray and continue to press in. Our faith, unwaivering; God has been our focus and that shall be our constant.
I think that is it for now as it is getting pretty late and this is all ready a pretty long post. We'll see you all later.
Good news about October: I am almost done my Christmas shopping. I still have a few things left and a couple of stocking stuffers for the kids and I did not go broke.
There are only a couple of more days until NHL is back. I can not say that I am an avid hockey fan. In fact, if there is no one here to start watching it, I won't but, if a game is on I can get a bit rowdy. Bill & Pastor Shane are pumped about watching hockey (aka Tornoto Maple Leafs) and it sounds like Marc is right there with them. Okay girls...Hockey Night in Canada equals, what? I definitely think we could get together and do some scrapbooking or something equally exciting.
Speaking of hockey, there has all ready been a couple of games for our local WHL team and, as much as I hate to sound like I am not supporting my local team...I am not. Perhaps if they didn't come into work with their attitudes, their parents with bigger attitudes and their groupies (aka pucks) with even bigger attitudes, it wouldn't be so bad. I didn't mind them before having to serve them and having them try to grope all the waitresses, having them not leave tips and having them get just to cocky and arrogant for their own good. Now, I barely tolerate them. It is an increasing struggle to put on a happy face and bring them their food. Trust me, prayer is necessary...constant prayer for strength and the ability to endure them with grace, humility and Christian love. It distresses me (to a small level) that I smile every time I hear that the visiting team has beaten the pants off of them. I am a bad, bad citizen. Bad. (well, probably not...just disgruntled.)
We still have not found a church that even begins to feel like home, feels like it is truly hungry for God or that feels like it is somewhere we want to raise our kids. Well, that is not entirely true. We haven't found one in this country that doesn't require us moving so far from all of our loved ones and doesn't require us to jump through hoops to get jobs. We feel that that will be changing soon but we don't know when and we don't know where (or who). We just continue to pray and continue to press in. Our faith, unwaivering; God has been our focus and that shall be our constant.
I think that is it for now as it is getting pretty late and this is all ready a pretty long post. We'll see you all later.
Learning a new dialect
Having a lot of fun with this website I found (well, Natalie sent it to me a while ago) but I am still having fun with it.
Here is me as a Redneck...
Whuffo' Aren Likes th' Library... When Hallie started Kinnergarten ah got th' bright idea thet ah was a-gonna start takin' Aren t'th' library on a regular basis. He absolutely loves it. Whuffo'? He gits t'take his Tonka book bag emppy an' brin' it home full of books. He gits t'run aroun' lookin' at all th' pow'ful right fine posters th' ladies haf on their desks...houn'dogs, Winnie th' Pooh... He carefully an' intensely picks out th' books he will be takin' home fo' th' week. Shet mah mouth! In fack at times it is down right frestratin'. Last week he'd take a book, inspeck th' covah, put it back, grab t'other, inspeck thet covah, put it on th' flore, flip through th' pages ev'ry so offen while still lookin' at books. He will finally find one wo'thy t'brin' home which he will then, finally put in his book bag an' corntinue leafin' through th' one on th' flore while findin' mo'e books t'take. Once done this hyar book, Aren then puts it back on th' she'f. We then ha'f t'go look through th' books thet yern't allered t'take home...th' huge ones thet yo' jest leaf through at th' table they set at. He also loves th' library on account o' yo' kin bet thet he won't be th' only li'l kid thar an'...thet means he has someone t'play wif an', eff'n it is a gal, bat his eyelashes at.
And Jive...
Whuffo' Aren Likes d' Library. Slap mah fro!.. When Hallie started Kinnergarten ah gots d' bright idea det ah wuz a-gonna start takin' Aren t'd' library on some regular basis. He absolutely loves it. Man! Whuffo'? He gits t'snatch his Tonka scribblin' bag emppy an' brin' it crib full uh scribblin's. He gits t'run aroun' lookin' at all d' pow'ful right fine posters d' ladies haf on deir desks...houn'dogs, Winnie d' Pooh. Lop some boogie... He carefully an' intensely picks out d' scribblin's he gots'ta be takin' crib fo' d' week. Ya' know? Shet mah moud! Right on! In fack at times it be waaay down right frestratin'. Last week he'd snatch some scribblin', inspeck d' covah, put it back, grab t'oder, inspeck det covah, put it on d' flo'e, flip drough d' pages ev'ry so's offen while still lookin' at scribblin's. He gots'ta finally find one wo'dy t'brin' crib which he gots'ta den, finally put in his scribblin' bag an' co'ntinue leafin' drough d' one on d' flo'e while findin' mo'e scribblin's t'snatch. Once done dis hyar scribblin', Aren den puts it back on d' she'f. We den ha'f t'go look drough d' scribblin's det yern't allered t'snatch crib...d' huge ones det yo' jest leaf drough at d' table dey set at. Man! He also loves d' library on account o' yo' kin bet det he won't be d' only li'l kid dar an'...det means he gots some sucka t'play wif an', eff'n it be a gal, bat his eyelashes at. Man!
If you're bored or just in the mood to play around with your words take a quick look here for the dialectizer.
Here is me as a Redneck...
Whuffo' Aren Likes th' Library... When Hallie started Kinnergarten ah got th' bright idea thet ah was a-gonna start takin' Aren t'th' library on a regular basis. He absolutely loves it. Whuffo'? He gits t'take his Tonka book bag emppy an' brin' it home full of books. He gits t'run aroun' lookin' at all th' pow'ful right fine posters th' ladies haf on their desks...houn'dogs, Winnie th' Pooh... He carefully an' intensely picks out th' books he will be takin' home fo' th' week. Shet mah mouth! In fack at times it is down right frestratin'. Last week he'd take a book, inspeck th' covah, put it back, grab t'other, inspeck thet covah, put it on th' flore, flip through th' pages ev'ry so offen while still lookin' at books. He will finally find one wo'thy t'brin' home which he will then, finally put in his book bag an' corntinue leafin' through th' one on th' flore while findin' mo'e books t'take. Once done this hyar book, Aren then puts it back on th' she'f. We then ha'f t'go look through th' books thet yern't allered t'take home...th' huge ones thet yo' jest leaf through at th' table they set at. He also loves th' library on account o' yo' kin bet thet he won't be th' only li'l kid thar an'...thet means he has someone t'play wif an', eff'n it is a gal, bat his eyelashes at.
And Jive...
Whuffo' Aren Likes d' Library. Slap mah fro!.. When Hallie started Kinnergarten ah gots d' bright idea det ah wuz a-gonna start takin' Aren t'd' library on some regular basis. He absolutely loves it. Man! Whuffo'? He gits t'snatch his Tonka scribblin' bag emppy an' brin' it crib full uh scribblin's. He gits t'run aroun' lookin' at all d' pow'ful right fine posters d' ladies haf on deir desks...houn'dogs, Winnie d' Pooh. Lop some boogie... He carefully an' intensely picks out d' scribblin's he gots'ta be takin' crib fo' d' week. Ya' know? Shet mah moud! Right on! In fack at times it be waaay down right frestratin'. Last week he'd snatch some scribblin', inspeck d' covah, put it back, grab t'oder, inspeck det covah, put it on d' flo'e, flip drough d' pages ev'ry so's offen while still lookin' at scribblin's. He gots'ta finally find one wo'dy t'brin' crib which he gots'ta den, finally put in his scribblin' bag an' co'ntinue leafin' drough d' one on d' flo'e while findin' mo'e scribblin's t'snatch. Once done dis hyar scribblin', Aren den puts it back on d' she'f. We den ha'f t'go look drough d' scribblin's det yern't allered t'snatch crib...d' huge ones det yo' jest leaf drough at d' table dey set at. Man! He also loves d' library on account o' yo' kin bet det he won't be d' only li'l kid dar an'...det means he gots some sucka t'play wif an', eff'n it be a gal, bat his eyelashes at. Man!
If you're bored or just in the mood to play around with your words take a quick look here for the dialectizer.
Sunday, October 02, 2005
Tag...I'm It
I have been tagged...
So, here it goes...
1. Go into your archive.
2. Find your 23rd post.
3. Find the fifth sentence (or closest to).
4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions.
5. Tag five other people to do the same.
So, my 23rd post was Summer's Coming.
The 5th sentence was,
"Hallie starts kindergarten in the fall and I can't believe that either."
I have to admit that she IS in kindergarten and I STILL can't believe it.
Like Marc, I think everyone is all ready tagged or I am not sure they are willing to do it so...if any of my readers out there haven't all ready been tagged or are willing to be tagged...consider yourself tagged...
As for me...I'm outta here....
So, here it goes...
1. Go into your archive.
2. Find your 23rd post.
3. Find the fifth sentence (or closest to).
4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions.
5. Tag five other people to do the same.
So, my 23rd post was Summer's Coming.
The 5th sentence was,
"Hallie starts kindergarten in the fall and I can't believe that either."
I have to admit that she IS in kindergarten and I STILL can't believe it.
Like Marc, I think everyone is all ready tagged or I am not sure they are willing to do it so...if any of my readers out there haven't all ready been tagged or are willing to be tagged...consider yourself tagged...
As for me...I'm outta here....
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