Monday, March 31, 2008
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Friday, March 28, 2008
p.s. the only problem with my rolls is that I cooked them at the same time as the pot pie I made for dinner...the chicken pot pie with wayyyyy too much garlic...i have a love affair with garlic and this is the first time i've seriously over-done it. whew, so other than being slightly "garlic" tinged in flavor they are fabulous--i just had to share this tidbit for the sake of being open and honest =)
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Monday, March 24, 2008
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Granny! I WANT YOU (to stay)!!!!!!!!!!!! A.K.A. My Mom will be horrified that I posted these pictures but I like things that are REAL
All that crying made me want to pick my nose!
Come back and see me soon Gran!We love you Granny!
The Girls (and we missed you Pop-Pop)!
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Friday, March 21, 2008
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Monday, March 17, 2008
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Not in her carseat!
We've been struck again! The dreaded ear infection is back! Hopefully a few doses of Augmentin will lead to some better sleeping for all of us!
Saturday, March 8, 2008
Friday, March 7, 2008
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
And believe me, there are plenty of them at the zoo--running around all free-like. I get the chills just thinking about it. My fear of chickens started at the tender age of 4 when my parents procured a large Rooster. This stinkin' rooster roamed freely all over the large yard and used to chase my brothers and I while we tried to play on our swingset, or were helping with laundry, or were playing, or breathing--didn't take much to set him off! He was huge and horrible with a bite-y beak and those scratch-y toes--what a nightmare! I can remember my Mother laughing at us as we desperately tried to get away....*chills*
We moved to our farm when I was 5 and for some reason the rooster didn't come with us. My father did, however, start raising hens. It was my unlucky job to go into the hen house and collect the eggs in the morning. Now, collecting eggs doesn't sound that bad but sometimes the chickens don't want to give them up! Sometimes they are still sitting right on them and you have to reach under their huge white bodies, feel between their scratchy toes and avoid their bite-y beaks just to grab the eggs--not to mention all of their shifty eye movements and the clucking--Oh! the clucking! When chickens get angry they cluck different too--more like a growl then a cluck. I'm terrified just thinkin' about it! Well, not terrified, but deeply disturbed!
Almost as disturbed as I was when I found this picture on the internet when looking for a chicken picture:
This stirs up a whole new set of emotions that I just don't have the strength to delve into at this time.
Anyways, I would walk into the chicken coop in the mornings to get the eggs and every time I opened the door the nine million chickens inside would get scared and all fly right toward my face. It was like a tornado of beaks, feet and feathers. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
Every. Single. Morning.
I think I finally convinced my parents to let me do some other chore but I've never quite recovered from the short time I actually did this. I haven't recovered from the time we went to our neighbor's house and his huge 3 foot tall turkey attacked my feet, or the time my goose pooped on me at show and tell, or the time I narrowly missed being attacked by a bird at an aviary, or the time the seagulls swarmed me and ate my fried dough at the shore or the time we slaughtered the chickens and their headless corpses were bouncing all over the farm for HOURS (yes, they can move for HOURS AND HOURS without a head)....
I probably never will recover and now my fear of chickens has translated to a mistrust of birds of all kinds. Aren't you so glad to know?
p.s. I smushed my bumper yesterday or I should say, re-smushed. My husband did the job nicely just a few months ago and now I've gone and re-smushed the smush. Bleh.
Monday, March 3, 2008
4. I also collect chotcke's (i.e. knick knacks) from any special/meaningful occasion or event. My house is covered with little things from the houses of my grandparents, my own parents, things from college and dating days....You name it--I've saved it. My favorite things to collect to remind me of others are tiny animals--for some reason all my grandmothers had little figurines around the house--I love this elephant and I also have a little turtle and snail that I adore. Oh, and a lovely collection of blue bottles from my dad and my mother(s) in law.
The End....(for now)
Saturday, March 1, 2008
1. That no matter HOW often you cut your baby's finger nails she can still scratch her poor little cornea--my poor sweet girl!
2. Cold Weather
3. Politics in the classroom
4. Luke-warm showers even when you're the first one to take one in the morning. bleh.
5. Being wet. I sure don't like being wet. Yuck.
6. People who make you feel like "less"
Things That Bring Joy:
7. Unexpected wind-falls from caring friends
8. Targets sale on summer clothes for toddlers--it does an eagerly-over-preparing mother's heart good to have summer shopping done by February
9. The delicious comfort of laying in a comfortable, warm bed with your husband and baby
10. A Toddler that sleeps through the night and is POTTY TRAINED!
11. All of our friends
12. The ultimate joy-bringer--Jesus!