I think it was because she took the time to write it out using a stencil. ☺
Friday, May 21, 2010
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
What every avid reader likes to see...
I walked into the living room this morning, and this is what I saw:
Both their lips were moving as they were silently reading to themselves. I couldn't have been more thrilled!!
This post is about creepie crawlies. Those with weak constitutions have been forewarned. ;-)
I used to say, "When I get to heaven I'm going to ask God, 'Why mosquitoes?'" Minnesota has an over abundance of the pesky bugs. There are thousands of sloughs for them to breed in in addition to our plethora of lakes. MN natives can all share horror stories from our youths of ruined evenings and camping trips because we were eaten alive the entire time by mosquitoes. I don't think it would be over-exaggerating to state that I loathe them. I once found an EBay seller who must have had a particularly trying day with the horrid pests because their user name was "ihatemosquitoes". I'll give that person the benefit of the doubt that their experience must have been worse than mine to forever immortalize their hatred.
Back to main point. I USED to say, "When I get to heaven I'm going to ask God, 'Why mosquitoes?'" No longer. Now I want to ask Him, "Why silverfish?! Why???" Oh, they are so awful! I have found a purpose for the mosquitoes: other animals do eat them, of course those animals could always find an alternative food source. But I can't think of a single redeeming quality about silverfish except that they somehow bring glory to the Father.
Saturday night I wanted to take a bath. Bath time is a joy of mine. One might say it's even a hobby. I gather all my products and select a book to read. I fill the tub with bubbles and steaming hot water. But before I do all that I give the tub a quick rinse. Now my youngest cat, Ali, likes to sit in the bathtub. And she'll stay in the tub right up until the water is within inches of her body. This doesn't bother me except that I could never figure out why she does it. Is it because the porcelain is cool? Is she drinking any residual water that is in the tub? Saturday night enlightened me: she's looking for a meal.
As I said I was giving the tub a rinse when Ali suddenly spotted a moving object. Her head started bobbing from side to side; she was clearly tracking 'something'. Within a few seconds she had caught her prey. Much to my horror it was silverfish! (Nothing ruins one's bathing experience more than spotting a creepie crawlie in the clean tub.) Ali then proceeded to digest the creature. I was slightly taken aback by her actions, but in the end I figured at least I didn't have to kill it myself. I wish things had ended there, but alas, they didn't. Immediately after the first attack Ali jumped out of the tub. Within seconds of her reposing on the linoleum she had found ANOTHER silverfish, this time by the floorboard next to the tub. EWWWWWW!!! Double, triple, quadruple EWWWWW!!! My night was officially ruined at that point. I didn't even want to bathe I was so traumatized by all the gross bugs. (Oh, and Ali ate that one, too.) =)
If you can think of a good reason for silverfish's existence (other than their sole purpose of giving me the creeps) please leave me a comment. I'd really like to be thankful for their being on earth.☺
Back to main point. I USED to say, "When I get to heaven I'm going to ask God, 'Why mosquitoes?'" No longer. Now I want to ask Him, "Why silverfish?! Why???" Oh, they are so awful! I have found a purpose for the mosquitoes: other animals do eat them, of course those animals could always find an alternative food source. But I can't think of a single redeeming quality about silverfish except that they somehow bring glory to the Father.
Saturday night I wanted to take a bath. Bath time is a joy of mine. One might say it's even a hobby. I gather all my products and select a book to read. I fill the tub with bubbles and steaming hot water. But before I do all that I give the tub a quick rinse. Now my youngest cat, Ali, likes to sit in the bathtub. And she'll stay in the tub right up until the water is within inches of her body. This doesn't bother me except that I could never figure out why she does it. Is it because the porcelain is cool? Is she drinking any residual water that is in the tub? Saturday night enlightened me: she's looking for a meal.
As I said I was giving the tub a rinse when Ali suddenly spotted a moving object. Her head started bobbing from side to side; she was clearly tracking 'something'. Within a few seconds she had caught her prey. Much to my horror it was silverfish! (Nothing ruins one's bathing experience more than spotting a creepie crawlie in the clean tub.) Ali then proceeded to digest the creature. I was slightly taken aback by her actions, but in the end I figured at least I didn't have to kill it myself. I wish things had ended there, but alas, they didn't. Immediately after the first attack Ali jumped out of the tub. Within seconds of her reposing on the linoleum she had found ANOTHER silverfish, this time by the floorboard next to the tub. EWWWWWW!!! Double, triple, quadruple EWWWWW!!! My night was officially ruined at that point. I didn't even want to bathe I was so traumatized by all the gross bugs. (Oh, and Ali ate that one, too.) =)
If you can think of a good reason for silverfish's existence (other than their sole purpose of giving me the creeps) please leave me a comment. I'd really like to be thankful for their being on earth.☺
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Goosey Loosey
This evening after we finished eating supper Paige and Emma went outside to play with their friends. After a minute Emma came back in, started to open the closet door and pull out a jacket while declaring that she had "chicken pox".
"What!?" I said.
"I have the chicken pox." Emma responded.
I asked incredulously, "How can you have chicken pox!? If you had chicken pox your body would be covered in red, itchy bumps!"
"Well, I don't know what they're called!" Emma said.
I then replied, "I have no idea what you're talking about." I was busy cleaning the kitchen at this time so I was a bit distracted.
Emma then told me, "I'm cold, and I need a jacket, and I have...something about a chicken..."
As I was loading the dishwasher I thought on that for a few seconds, and then I burst out laughing. "You mean you have the goose bumps?"
"Yeah!!" Emma said.
Case closed. ☺
"What!?" I said.
"I have the chicken pox." Emma responded.
I asked incredulously, "How can you have chicken pox!? If you had chicken pox your body would be covered in red, itchy bumps!"
"Well, I don't know what they're called!" Emma said.
I then replied, "I have no idea what you're talking about." I was busy cleaning the kitchen at this time so I was a bit distracted.
Emma then told me, "I'm cold, and I need a jacket, and I have...something about a chicken..."
As I was loading the dishwasher I thought on that for a few seconds, and then I burst out laughing. "You mean you have the goose bumps?"
"Yeah!!" Emma said.
Case closed. ☺
Thursday, May 13, 2010
ZZZZ....*snore*....ZZZZ...What? Oh! Sorry. *embarassed look* I dozed off for a second.
Have you ever read a story and come across the following sentence: "...and he/she fell into a dreamless sleep..."? When I see that in a book it always causes me to stop and think to myself That never happens to me!
I know that everyone dreams, and I realize that we don't remember the vast majority of them. I don't know about you though, but me, I always dream in the morning, too, and I always remember those. And they are so vivid that when I wake up in the morning I don't feel like I've slept. Instead it seems as if I've been watching a movie for hours only with my eyes closed. Plus the dreams are so bizarre and random that lately this has started to wear on me. I wake up thinking What was that all about?!
Sometimes I wish I had my own personal Joseph. You know, like Pharaoh had. ☺ Someone who could interpret my dreams. It could go something like this: "Eh, Joe. Can you come here? I gotta question for ya." He walks over. "Yeah, see last night I had this dream that my husband was having a football party at our house only it wasn't 'our' house; it was my old house that I grew up in. And I didn't know what to wear because all of our clothes were dirty. I decided to go look in the basement to see if I could find some clothing. Only, it wasn't our basement; it was someone else's. It didn't matter though as I didn't find anything suitable. Then the dream morphed into me swimming with my family, and I think it was still part of that football party. Then things switched again, and now my husband was filming a LEGO Star Wars video to post onto Youtube. And in one of the scenes he and a friend were smashing some of the pieces to bits instead of using the LEGO minifigs (the LEGO people, you know) to do it. And I was concerned about that and wondering if the video would look good with grown men smashing the pieces...And then I woke up. What do you suppose that dream meant?" ☺
That's the second dream I've had within two weeks that has been about Star Wars. In the other dream I was part of the Rebel Alliance, and I was fighting alongside the central characters. We were blasting away battleships, and then the dream started to morph into me having lunch with an actor, and so I was throwing chicken bites at the ships instead. There were even droids in my dream.
I have reoccurring dreams, too. For years I used to dream that I was at my grandparents' farm, and all of a sudden we spot a tornado. We have to rush to the basement, and I start to get frightened. But for some reason not everyone decides to stay in the basement. Instead they want to watch the tornado or film it. I always end up either outside or in the living room, staring out the picture window watching the tornado pass through the yard instead of safely riding out the storm underground.
The last few years though my reoccurring dream has been this: I am back in high school, and it's either the first day of class, or maybe I have been absent from school for awhile for some unknown reason. I get to my locker, and then I stop and stare at the lock because I have forgotten my combination! I frantically try different patterns of numbers, but none of them work. I get frustrated because I know the bell is going to ring soon, and I need to get to class. I don't want to be late! I can't stand being late!! Oh the horror of walking in AFTER the bell has wrung!!! Or this happens, too: I finally get my locker open, and then...I CAN'T FIND MY SCHEDULE! I don't know which class to go to! I search through my backpack, and it's not there. So now I have to go to the office, much to my chagrin. I have to admit that I need the receptionist to print out my schedule. She gives me a new class list, and when I look at it my mouth hangs open because now I don't know where any of these classes are! Either way I end up walking into the classroom late or maybe even the wrong class. Just recounting that dream fills me with anxiety. I've been graduated for over 10 years now. Why do I still dream about high school?
*sigh* I suppose we aren't meant to know what our dreams mean. Someone has said that "...our dreams are our minds' way of settling problems that we didn't solve during our waking hours." Hmm...I'll buy that I guess. I can see how the locker-combination-dream could be another variation on a problem in someone's life that has been left unresolved. But the Star Wars dreams? I think those are just indicators of how much of a nerd I am. ☺
I know that everyone dreams, and I realize that we don't remember the vast majority of them. I don't know about you though, but me, I always dream in the morning, too, and I always remember those. And they are so vivid that when I wake up in the morning I don't feel like I've slept. Instead it seems as if I've been watching a movie for hours only with my eyes closed. Plus the dreams are so bizarre and random that lately this has started to wear on me. I wake up thinking What was that all about?!
Sometimes I wish I had my own personal Joseph. You know, like Pharaoh had. ☺ Someone who could interpret my dreams. It could go something like this: "Eh, Joe. Can you come here? I gotta question for ya." He walks over. "Yeah, see last night I had this dream that my husband was having a football party at our house only it wasn't 'our' house; it was my old house that I grew up in. And I didn't know what to wear because all of our clothes were dirty. I decided to go look in the basement to see if I could find some clothing. Only, it wasn't our basement; it was someone else's. It didn't matter though as I didn't find anything suitable. Then the dream morphed into me swimming with my family, and I think it was still part of that football party. Then things switched again, and now my husband was filming a LEGO Star Wars video to post onto Youtube. And in one of the scenes he and a friend were smashing some of the pieces to bits instead of using the LEGO minifigs (the LEGO people, you know) to do it. And I was concerned about that and wondering if the video would look good with grown men smashing the pieces...And then I woke up. What do you suppose that dream meant?" ☺
That's the second dream I've had within two weeks that has been about Star Wars. In the other dream I was part of the Rebel Alliance, and I was fighting alongside the central characters. We were blasting away battleships, and then the dream started to morph into me having lunch with an actor, and so I was throwing chicken bites at the ships instead. There were even droids in my dream.
I have reoccurring dreams, too. For years I used to dream that I was at my grandparents' farm, and all of a sudden we spot a tornado. We have to rush to the basement, and I start to get frightened. But for some reason not everyone decides to stay in the basement. Instead they want to watch the tornado or film it. I always end up either outside or in the living room, staring out the picture window watching the tornado pass through the yard instead of safely riding out the storm underground.
The last few years though my reoccurring dream has been this: I am back in high school, and it's either the first day of class, or maybe I have been absent from school for awhile for some unknown reason. I get to my locker, and then I stop and stare at the lock because I have forgotten my combination! I frantically try different patterns of numbers, but none of them work. I get frustrated because I know the bell is going to ring soon, and I need to get to class. I don't want to be late! I can't stand being late!! Oh the horror of walking in AFTER the bell has wrung!!! Or this happens, too: I finally get my locker open, and then...I CAN'T FIND MY SCHEDULE! I don't know which class to go to! I search through my backpack, and it's not there. So now I have to go to the office, much to my chagrin. I have to admit that I need the receptionist to print out my schedule. She gives me a new class list, and when I look at it my mouth hangs open because now I don't know where any of these classes are! Either way I end up walking into the classroom late or maybe even the wrong class. Just recounting that dream fills me with anxiety. I've been graduated for over 10 years now. Why do I still dream about high school?
*sigh* I suppose we aren't meant to know what our dreams mean. Someone has said that "...our dreams are our minds' way of settling problems that we didn't solve during our waking hours." Hmm...I'll buy that I guess. I can see how the locker-combination-dream could be another variation on a problem in someone's life that has been left unresolved. But the Star Wars dreams? I think those are just indicators of how much of a nerd I am. ☺
Monday, May 10, 2010
Aww. I missed it.
I forgot to mention this at the milestone of 100, and then I didn't see it at milestone 150. And then I didn't notice it AGAIN at number 200. But I just wanted to do a quick blurb stating that this is my 202nd post. ☺ ☺ ☺ Phew! I suppose that's not very many compared to people who blog every day.
I began my blog as a way to express my thoughts and prayers and to share a little of my life. I've enjoyed my run so far, and I hope you'll continue to visit my blog. ☺
I began my blog as a way to express my thoughts and prayers and to share a little of my life. I've enjoyed my run so far, and I hope you'll continue to visit my blog. ☺
Poll Time
Over two weeks ago I went to the bank, and I put my deposit into the canister and sent it to the Teller. She sent it back, but along with my deposit receipt the teller included a Twizzlers licorice. I was floored. Who doesn't like free candy? ☺ She then informed me that it was "National Licorice Day". I had heard an advertisement for this day during a Twizzlers radio commercial, but little did I think it would affect me.
I decided to make an announcement to the Facebook world, calling my "friends" to celebrate this unique holiday with a bag of Red Vines. Well, there was some debate over Twizzlers versus Red Vines. I figured the only sure-fire way of deciding who the real winner is would be to conduct a poll.
As you could discern by my Facebook post I favor Red Vines, but, sadly, I was outvoted. Twizzlers won 7-6. If offered a choice between the two I'd have to pick one of each. *hee hee* They are both so good! I bought a bag of Twizzlers Nibs today! My mother-in-law introduced me to Harry and David Old-Fashioned Licorice, and they are spectacular, too.
Quick question though: what do you all think of black licorice? My mom will cut up her licorice and mix black and red pieces together. I'll eat a few of the black chunks, but then I pick around them, hunting for the reds. :)
***
David was answering poll questions the other night on a Wii channel, and he came up with a funny poll. So I decided to use that for this week's question. To quote David, "Well..you've always heard the expression 'We all put our pants on one leg at a time.' And that got me thinking about which leg goes first."☺
I decided to make an announcement to the Facebook world, calling my "friends" to celebrate this unique holiday with a bag of Red Vines. Well, there was some debate over Twizzlers versus Red Vines. I figured the only sure-fire way of deciding who the real winner is would be to conduct a poll.
As you could discern by my Facebook post I favor Red Vines, but, sadly, I was outvoted. Twizzlers won 7-6. If offered a choice between the two I'd have to pick one of each. *hee hee* They are both so good! I bought a bag of Twizzlers Nibs today! My mother-in-law introduced me to Harry and David Old-Fashioned Licorice, and they are spectacular, too.
Quick question though: what do you all think of black licorice? My mom will cut up her licorice and mix black and red pieces together. I'll eat a few of the black chunks, but then I pick around them, hunting for the reds. :)
***
David was answering poll questions the other night on a Wii channel, and he came up with a funny poll. So I decided to use that for this week's question. To quote David, "Well..you've always heard the expression 'We all put our pants on one leg at a time.' And that got me thinking about which leg goes first."☺
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)