I might finally have it in gear to plow through the cleansing of said household. But please don't hold your proverbial breath because it is going to take me a LONG time, still progress is being made.
Em called last night to hire my child sitting services for next week so that she can go see Marty play his fine drum compositions in Julius Caesar as no one in the show is capable of this task. So Marty is now in the show as well as composer for the show. And not only is he in the show, he is in every scene.
In our conversation Em mentioned that the new princess dress that I made for Lydia is not quite making it. It needs, after all my pains to make it not so, a zipper or button for entry and exit. So while in our local blue light special store today to get boxes for the great reorganization, I snapped up an on sale tank top set to make L a second dress until I can get the first one adjusted.
Home, I yanked a tulle under layer off of one of E's old prom dresses and stitched it onto the top. Voila! Princess dress to go. It's in the mail. And, no, Martin did not get left out. He gets Ebay Lego figures for his collection. In the last box, he was so excited to see a Tuskan Raider that he immediately yelped with glee, "I need to write a thank-you note." I may be paraphrasing but I'm close.
I almost split my side (really) laughing at Quinn's blog today. I have been in that spot so many times myself. You are blathering on, the poor recipient of your diatribe is struggling to look interested, the clearer headed part of you is grabbing the blathering part by the collar to rescue you from yourself. But blathergirl is not to be stopped. She slaps collar girl, hard, and keeps right on a talking. Oh it is not a pretty sight at all.
I actually do not think that men have this genetic disposition. It is unique to us gals. And anyway, as we all know, men have a far smaller daily supply of words so they would barely get started before being cut off. I'm thinking that D would probably give the QC Report entry that tickled my funny bone a cursory glance, try to get into it, but the more he read the less he would understand the humor, and finally throw up his basketball (it would be his hands but the basketball, an extension of said hands, is almost always in one or the other) in a, what's so funny about that, gesture.
Happy May Day everyone!
3 comments:
Hi Sandy! I found you by way of the QC Report, which I love. I was intrigued by your profile and just wanted to say howdy.
I am a mother of five, grandmother of three, married to the same man (father to my five) for 30 years. While I do not paint,run marathons (yet -- my brother is trying to convince me to try one) or cook organic (my sister does), I did have homebirths with my two youngest, and my hubby and I loved Paris when we visited there years ago.
I've been blogging since 2005 as well. I know. Spooky.
I'm a former childbirth instructor, La Leche League leader, former military wife (we were stationed in Germany).
I had a "doh! Why do I say these things?" moment just yesterday, so I appreciated Quinn's post about it.
Just wanted to say hello and have a lovely day!
OK -- This is my last one lest you feel alarmed that I might be a weirdo stalker -type.
I've read back a bit and I just have to add that I used cloth diapers with all five of my kids -- diaper service with the youngest. I loved it. I was sad to discover when my daughter had her first baby three years ago that there were no diaper services in the entire state of Indiana.
And I loved the story of finding the $20 in the card. Our motto, too, is "thank before you bank"! Think how much fun it was to discover it all these years later -- more reasons not to throw everything away. I love going through my kids' old tubs full of school notebooks, drawings, and such. I save way too much!
I hope you won't be discouraged to see all these comments, only to discover they're all from the same person..:)
Hi Ruthie! I love your comments, you made my blogger day. You know we all LOVE comments. You are my first non-family commenter so not only do we have more than a few things in common we are blogged together forever. We definitely must be kindred spirits. I'm headed over to your blog right now! Cheers.
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