I would love to warm up my house. I have taken down most of our family photos because the frames were mismatched and the pictures were mostly outdated. My interest in house decorating ebbs and flows, but if anyone knows where I can get some funky art, preferrably by local artists at a price that lends itself to the starving artist theory, then I am in the market. Abstracts and still lifes are not my scene, but I love most everything else. Thanks ahead of time!
My husband is not much older than I am. Only a year and a half, but he has begun to grey in the last few years pretty rapidly. He usually keeps a really short haircut and because it looks like his skull is silver, I call him the silver fox. Now, his dad had red hair (sorry Ben, but you know what's left isn't red anymore) and Ted's beard always grows out red (with grey, he he). Anyone who has met our sweet Petunia knows her hair is red (light red). The last few weeks I thought my eyes were failing me, but it is now confirmed. My sweet PRESCHOOLER who is not even five years of age is getting grey hair. She had a total of six I could EASILY see as of yesterday. I think her hair will be beautiful with red and silver mixed, but I hope it takes its sweet time... say maybe high school before REALLY starting to show.
How does Amazon know everything? When I look for books, cds, etc to spread into from my current interest and past experience, I am able to type in something I know I like and 8 times out of 10 find my way to something new and equally likeable. Many times it mixes up books and the like and keeps me swirling about in my own little tornado of memories and thoughts of how much I thought I would like to hear that/read that/see that someday. I am thankful this feature exists, but in my paranoid moments it feels very Big Brotherish and scary. Does anyone experience this or is it just me?
Another year gone by to be thankful that we were able to gather with family and friends and enjoy the holiday. The kids were grateful, the food was good, and chaos was minimal. I have confiscated the middle child's Nintendo DS and the oldest childs Iron Chef America game and I will now run off to eat my Christmas chocolates while I rot my wee little brain....
Aurelia says to her preschool teacher... baby Jesus is gonna run outta the manger... why....to find his family....where....in the forest.... what are they doing there?....looking for bears....
Daniel says I give the warmest hugs. He wants to take his teacher a AA battery so her Smartboard pen will stop "going out of calibration."
Aurelia wants to ask this question every night before sleep: What if a ghost comes in my room? Well, you give it a hug to see if it is just lost and looking for its mommy. But if it is mean then your big, bad ferocious brothers will come in and beat it up and make it leave. ..... She hears that answer and smiles, drifting off to sleep.
Cory has a lead in Lil Abner. I really hope he keeps his schoolwork and behavior together so he can do this. I know he loves the theater and I only want him to be happy.
I burned myself with Nair.
Online shopping rocks.
Ebay snipers do not.
The news makes me battle depression.
Went to see Kathy Mattea at Mountain Stage Sunday and wound up seeing a Duff Goldman cake (from Ace of Cakes).
Cory decided he wanted to contact his biological person. I hope he receives all he is looking for with that relationship and it doesn't create any conflict. I think he loves Ted too much to start saying "your not my real dad", but the worry is there. I think it will be ok. I wish I could remember when it became awkward to hug and kiss him and harder to talk to him. I wish I could go back and make it not so. I miss my baby.
Oh yeah, I've been a little late in the year with this!! LOL
For those of you interested in charitable gifting for the holidays, this is a pretty neat idea.
I'm wrestling them. I'm not a very skilled wrestler. There are some that don't even belong to me and yet they must be taken on. Winter is a long, dreary season that I am certain, year after year, will never end. I feel altered, like I am not behind the steering wheel of my own bus. Truly, I want only the simplest of things, and yet the road to them seems to be filled with avalanches and potholes and herds of shepherdless farm animals. From point A to point B without all the twist and turns.... Measuring time in five minute chunks I can maneuver through. Blah.
Tomorrow is the dentist day the kids look forward to every six months. They can barely be put to bed with the ecstasy of it all. I hope they don't lose that for a long, long time. Maybe ever. Can I can it up for them? They seem to have so much of it. Save it for a rainy day?
Worry not. Everything here is fine. No badness. Just differentness.
I waited on line for an hour, had a nice chat with a woman who was clearly voting differently than myself, and then listened to NPR on the way to work. From that drive I can pass along these peer lending sites to you who do not wish to borrow from conventional lenders.
Lending Club
Prosper
I've never used them to borrow, but I like to feel smart and ahead of the curve and NPR helps me feel that way!
My daughter can be persuaded out of throwing a fit (when her brother is going home with her grandpa, but not her), just by hearing that she gets to have "mommy time".
The raspberry plants in our front yard are partially everbearing. So each morning, Daniel gets to pick one or two ice cold berries off the vines and chomp them on the way to school.
Making shirts with my children was successful. They were happy and it was time well spent.
Being able to take my daughter to school for the first time this year (because of a dr.'s appt)
Knowing my baby boy will be ready to take his driver's test in less than a week.
In the next week I plan to post some pictures of the world's ugliest blanket. It is almost finished and is one of only three in the world. Maybe I will put them all together and feature them as a collection. Each child will now have a blanket made with nothing but leftover yarn and oodles of love. How silly.
The great big wonderful news is : Cory has a 3.0 GPA. He pulled that one off with little effort. He seemed very excited and I hope it inspires him to try his hardest. Congratulations, son!
The horrible, dreadful mean bad news is: Wendy's no longer serves breakfast... this includes my beloved muffin. Rat bastards!!
As a woman, a mother, a citizen, I cannot fathom this woman anywhere near the White House. If ever there was a robot that just spits out cliche, rhetoric soundbites that do not make one ounce of sense it is this woman. She dresses nicely and her makeup looks nice. SO WHAT??!! Listening to her makes my head hurt. Our country needs to have a leader that not only knows something about what is going on, but is able to tie that in with being believable as a leader. Someone who is cool on the surface even when the situation is uncomfortable. THIS IS NOT IT!!
Daniel has been singing culturally diverse songs (with no words that I understand) for his fall music program at school.... that makes me happy.
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Cory turned seventeen this weekend.... that makes me happy/sad.
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Aurelia is a dancing machine..... happy.
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Ted is buying a '96 Mustang GT (cherry red w/leather).... jury is out on how I feel about it, but he better by golly love the dickens out of it for a VERY long time.
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I have a sudden want for a teeny, tiny dog. NOT a puppy that will grow into a larger dog, but a small dog (like a yorkipoo, or maltipoo). That would make me very, very happy, I think.
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Winter is on its way.... yuck.
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My new khaki pants shrunk and are tight and shortlegged.... grrrr.
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New season of fall television has begun and I am not officially braindead watching reruns of Ron Popeil's Showtime Rotisserie. LOL... happpppppy.
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Overall...... happy.
