I post for you the photo of the day in anticipation of a series of Prom posts as yet still in draft format.
I will title this photo "MY DATE IS LATE."
Monday, April 23, 2012
Photo of the day
Okay, since some people are SOOOOO IMPATIENT.....
I post for you the photo of the day in anticipation of a series of Prom posts as yet still in draft format.
I will title this photo "MY DATE IS LATE."
I post for you the photo of the day in anticipation of a series of Prom posts as yet still in draft format.
I will title this photo "MY DATE IS LATE."
Thursday, April 19, 2012
Eclair, you make my day.
Very often of late I have been heard to yell "WHAT ARE YOU....." quickly followed by "I DON'T WANT TO KNOW!!!!!" when coming into contact with my youngest child.
Eclair does things that other children her age do not. Most of the time, when a child reaches the age of ten, they have learned a little impulse control. The totally-over-the-top-insane and destructive ideas that crop up in their little minds are tempered by the little bit of common sense they have gained in a decade of experience. Or at least fear that they will surely be smitten by Mom if they act on those impulses.
Not so with Eclair. Mostly, she thinks about the consequences after she has already executed the idea that popped into her head.
Let's just review three examples from the last 24 hours.
Yesterday afternoon, she colored every molecule of the surface of the stepping stone path leading up to the house with sidewalk chalk. Anyone but Eclair would know that this will result in pink and green and yellow and white footprints on my dark brown entry carpet. Anyone but Eclair.
At school, she discovered a very small hole in the knee of her pants. Probably less than a millimeter in size. By the end of school, her left pant leg was in tatters from the knee down as a result of six hours of fiddling around with the tiny little hole. Unfortunately, this happens at least twice a month. Thank heaven summer is coming, we are running out of pants.
And then, there are the shoes. We have always had shoe issues with this child. She leaves them outside, inside, under the couch, in a kitchen cabinet, under the sink, under my desk, in the playroom, in the car, inside the front door, outside the front door, and sometimes even in her room where they actually belong. Yesterday morning when it was time to put the shoes on to leave for school, the shoes could not be found. We looked EVERYWHERE. Inside, outside, over, under, behind and through. We found only one tennis shoe.
Her choices when we cannot find the tennis shoes are to wear snow boots (there is no snow), her dress boots (which she is not allowed to wear without extremely close supervision lest she destroy them), or her Sunday shoes (with heels she complains about constantly). In desperation, I dug through the closet she shares with Thing One, which is filled with Thing One's Imelda Marcos Shoe Collection. I finally found a pair of old tennis shoes that were just big enough to still fit.
Later that day, she said "Mom, I found my missing shoe."
"Seriously? Where in the world was it?"
"At school."
o.O
At school.
That means she left her classroom, rode the bus home, walked home from the bus stop
WEARING ONLY ONE SHOE.
"WHAT WERE YOU.....I DON'T EVEN WANT TO KNOW."
.
Eclair does things that other children her age do not. Most of the time, when a child reaches the age of ten, they have learned a little impulse control. The totally-over-the-top-insane and destructive ideas that crop up in their little minds are tempered by the little bit of common sense they have gained in a decade of experience. Or at least fear that they will surely be smitten by Mom if they act on those impulses.
Not so with Eclair. Mostly, she thinks about the consequences after she has already executed the idea that popped into her head.
Let's just review three examples from the last 24 hours.
Yesterday afternoon, she colored every molecule of the surface of the stepping stone path leading up to the house with sidewalk chalk. Anyone but Eclair would know that this will result in pink and green and yellow and white footprints on my dark brown entry carpet. Anyone but Eclair.
At school, she discovered a very small hole in the knee of her pants. Probably less than a millimeter in size. By the end of school, her left pant leg was in tatters from the knee down as a result of six hours of fiddling around with the tiny little hole. Unfortunately, this happens at least twice a month. Thank heaven summer is coming, we are running out of pants.
And then, there are the shoes. We have always had shoe issues with this child. She leaves them outside, inside, under the couch, in a kitchen cabinet, under the sink, under my desk, in the playroom, in the car, inside the front door, outside the front door, and sometimes even in her room where they actually belong. Yesterday morning when it was time to put the shoes on to leave for school, the shoes could not be found. We looked EVERYWHERE. Inside, outside, over, under, behind and through. We found only one tennis shoe.
Her choices when we cannot find the tennis shoes are to wear snow boots (there is no snow), her dress boots (which she is not allowed to wear without extremely close supervision lest she destroy them), or her Sunday shoes (with heels she complains about constantly). In desperation, I dug through the closet she shares with Thing One, which is filled with Thing One's Imelda Marcos Shoe Collection. I finally found a pair of old tennis shoes that were just big enough to still fit.
Later that day, she said "Mom, I found my missing shoe."
"Seriously? Where in the world was it?"
"At school."
o.O
At school.
That means she left her classroom, rode the bus home, walked home from the bus stop
WEARING ONLY ONE SHOE.
"WHAT WERE YOU.....I DON'T EVEN WANT TO KNOW."
.
Friday, April 13, 2012
And It Came to Pass....
So as we've mentioned before, our entire family is comprised of nerds. And we've unintentionally developed this fun little habit called "The Book of (Our Last Name)." The basic idea is that we narrate our family adventures in scripture verse formatting. It most frequently happens when one member of the family ventures out on their own, or if we are telling someone about our adventures. Daddy did it when he went to Mexico, and I've done it a few times on choir tour.
Screamapillar recently went on her own choir tour. Here is her contribution to the Book.
1 And on the third day, it came to pass that the choirs went to prison, and they perished not for the jail was called Alcatraz, and the people did rejoice in it.
2 And it also came to pass that the choir was segregated and passed on to the pier, and ate much food, and their bellies were full, and they did rejoice.
3 And it came to pass that the choirs were separated again. And [Screamapillar] did go to the aquarium, yea, into the belly of the ocean, and did see many fish. And when they emerged from the waters , they did touch the fin of a stingray, and the back of a shark.
4 It then came to pass that they traveled to Ripleys Believe It or Not Museum, and there were many speculations, and [Screamapillar] did buy many keychains.
5. And it then came to pass that the choirs came together in much rejoicing, for they were commanded to board the cruise. And upon the boat they did eat much food. And they did see many marvelous sights.
6 And they did travel again to the hotel Embassy Suites and there was much rejoicing. And the choirs did gather together in the rooms and did to hair and there was little sleep in room 217, for the Spirit was strong.
7 And they did awaken with tired eyes, and on the fourth day they did go downstairs to fill their bellies once more. And they ate much meat from beasts and many roots and they did travel again until San Jose and they sang unto the Lord.
8 And they did travel again and there was much rejoicing for they had arrived at 6 Flags. But alas their rejoicing was cut short for they had to perform.
9 And after their performance they recieved their freedom to adventure out to 6 Flags, and at the hour of 1 PM they did fill their bellies again, and there was much rejoicing.
10 And they did play British Bulldog and Anna did sprain her ankle, and there was much sorrow in the land.
11 And the people did venture again into the land of 6 Flags.
12 And it came to pass that the leader of the people of room 217 did grow faint and was ridden with many ills. And she did return to her family, and a new leader was called for the people, and her name was Wiser.
13 And the choirs did return to their hotel, and all the females could not enter their rooms, for the keys had been removed of their enchantments.
14 And the women did cry unto their leaders, saying "Wherefor shall we go, fo we have no bed to rest upon?" And wherefore their leaders were wise and said unto them, "Have faith, and we shall be delivered."
15 And the people were patient and did play many games. And soon, a great miracle came to pass, and the people were delivered from their bondage. And the people did rejoice.
16 And on the fifth day, it came to pass that they did awaken early, and their was much reoicing, for the day was called Easter, a day of celebration.
17 And the people of room 217 did find many colored spheres scattered throughout the land. And they did gather them together and count them.
18 And when all the spheres had been collected, they did once again fill their bellies with the roots of the earth and the meat of beasts, and they did gather their belongings and venture again into the world.
19 And the leaders of the people loved them, in as much so that they had crafted baskets of sweets and they did eat the contents wherein, and did witness many movies.
20 And they did go up into the mountain, and began to grow weary, for their bodies had become faint for lack of food.
21 And the leaders did witness to the people that they must travel to a town called Reno, and they would receive food.
22 And it came to pass the the choirs did return to the promised land, after much journeying. And there was much rejoicing.
So all in all, Screamapillar had quite the adventure and did return to her family in one piece.
Screamapillar recently went on her own choir tour. Here is her contribution to the Book.
1 And on the third day, it came to pass that the choirs went to prison, and they perished not for the jail was called Alcatraz, and the people did rejoice in it.
2 And it also came to pass that the choir was segregated and passed on to the pier, and ate much food, and their bellies were full, and they did rejoice.
3 And it came to pass that the choirs were separated again. And [Screamapillar] did go to the aquarium, yea, into the belly of the ocean, and did see many fish. And when they emerged from the waters , they did touch the fin of a stingray, and the back of a shark.
4 It then came to pass that they traveled to Ripleys Believe It or Not Museum, and there were many speculations, and [Screamapillar] did buy many keychains.
5. And it then came to pass that the choirs came together in much rejoicing, for they were commanded to board the cruise. And upon the boat they did eat much food. And they did see many marvelous sights.
6 And they did travel again to the hotel Embassy Suites and there was much rejoicing. And the choirs did gather together in the rooms and did to hair and there was little sleep in room 217, for the Spirit was strong.
7 And they did awaken with tired eyes, and on the fourth day they did go downstairs to fill their bellies once more. And they ate much meat from beasts and many roots and they did travel again until San Jose and they sang unto the Lord.
8 And they did travel again and there was much rejoicing for they had arrived at 6 Flags. But alas their rejoicing was cut short for they had to perform.
9 And after their performance they recieved their freedom to adventure out to 6 Flags, and at the hour of 1 PM they did fill their bellies again, and there was much rejoicing.
10 And they did play British Bulldog and Anna did sprain her ankle, and there was much sorrow in the land.
11 And the people did venture again into the land of 6 Flags.
12 And it came to pass that the leader of the people of room 217 did grow faint and was ridden with many ills. And she did return to her family, and a new leader was called for the people, and her name was Wiser.
13 And the choirs did return to their hotel, and all the females could not enter their rooms, for the keys had been removed of their enchantments.
14 And the women did cry unto their leaders, saying "Wherefor shall we go, fo we have no bed to rest upon?" And wherefore their leaders were wise and said unto them, "Have faith, and we shall be delivered."
15 And the people were patient and did play many games. And soon, a great miracle came to pass, and the people were delivered from their bondage. And the people did rejoice.
16 And on the fifth day, it came to pass that they did awaken early, and their was much reoicing, for the day was called Easter, a day of celebration.
17 And the people of room 217 did find many colored spheres scattered throughout the land. And they did gather them together and count them.
18 And when all the spheres had been collected, they did once again fill their bellies with the roots of the earth and the meat of beasts, and they did gather their belongings and venture again into the world.
19 And the leaders of the people loved them, in as much so that they had crafted baskets of sweets and they did eat the contents wherein, and did witness many movies.
20 And they did go up into the mountain, and began to grow weary, for their bodies had become faint for lack of food.
21 And the leaders did witness to the people that they must travel to a town called Reno, and they would receive food.
22 And it came to pass the the choirs did return to the promised land, after much journeying. And there was much rejoicing.
So all in all, Screamapillar had quite the adventure and did return to her family in one piece.
Monday, April 9, 2012
Note: to the Easter Bunny
Just a suggestion for the future....
NEVER
EVER
(no matter how how many hours since it was turned off)
HIDE BASKETS
IN THE OVEN!!!
Fortunately, this poor rabbit was the only casualty.
.
Sunday, April 8, 2012
Friday, March 23, 2012
musical selections for your enjoyment
We're a musical family. All of us are big into music. The girls all sing in choirs and play piano. The boys play instruments like sax and clarinet. Even Hubby and I have put in a fair amount of time in choirs, aside from Hubby's recordings in high school and college.
Where we differ shows up primarily when we get in the car.
Sadly, my first choice these days is this:
http://www.ksl.com/?nid=21&sid=73621
I just need my news, traffic and weather to confirm my belief that driving is evil and should be avoided (even when KSL tells me traffic is fine....which it never is).
When driving Screamapillar to soccer practice Thursday, IMMEDIATELY upon entering the car, she changes my news radio before she has even closed the door or put on her seat belt:
Thing Two has finally gotten his driver's license. When he's driving, he has to listen to this:
I find it depressing. Who wants to listen to a song about dying all the time, anyway?
Luke Skywalker is just along for the ride. He seldom makes demands. But if allowed to choose, he's right on par with me. His selection would be:
Last week, Thing One borrowed my car to drive to Chorale practice. The next morning, when I started the car, I was greeted by this:
Much too often, Eclair misses the bus and needs a ride to school. And she always beats me to the car, just so she can put in her choice of cd before I get there. Here is what she selected for me day before yesterday:
Yeah. I was kinda surprised, too. I forgot we even had this.
But, all things considered, their choices are okay. I like a little bit of everything, and I'm the one who influenced their music choices early in their lives by playing everything from Oingo Boingo to Luciano Pavarotti and Broadway musicals to George Strait.
I can only be grateful that they have not inherited their father's taste in music. Here's what I heard from the cd player after he drove the van last week:
***cringe***
.
Where we differ shows up primarily when we get in the car.
Sadly, my first choice these days is this:
http://www.ksl.com/?nid=21&sid=73621
I just need my news, traffic and weather to confirm my belief that driving is evil and should be avoided (even when KSL tells me traffic is fine....which it never is).
When driving Screamapillar to soccer practice Thursday, IMMEDIATELY upon entering the car, she changes my news radio before she has even closed the door or put on her seat belt:
Thing Two has finally gotten his driver's license. When he's driving, he has to listen to this:
I find it depressing. Who wants to listen to a song about dying all the time, anyway?
Luke Skywalker is just along for the ride. He seldom makes demands. But if allowed to choose, he's right on par with me. His selection would be:
Last week, Thing One borrowed my car to drive to Chorale practice. The next morning, when I started the car, I was greeted by this:
Yeah. I was kinda surprised, too. I forgot we even had this.
But, all things considered, their choices are okay. I like a little bit of everything, and I'm the one who influenced their music choices early in their lives by playing everything from Oingo Boingo to Luciano Pavarotti and Broadway musicals to George Strait.
I can only be grateful that they have not inherited their father's taste in music. Here's what I heard from the cd player after he drove the van last week:
***cringe***
.
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Hairspray
I seem to be ranting about hair lately. First, the sugar shampoo, now the ineffective hairspray.
I didn't buy a bargain one this time, just the same old brand I've been using forever. The bottle from the bathroom had mysteriously gone missing, as things often do in this house, so I just pulled another from the hall cabinet.
I don't really know why I wear hairspray anyway, I spend the entire day running my fingers through it in frustration, working it loose so my hair isn't so cripsy (maybe I should look at changing brands, after all). I suppose I just don't like the way my hair goes completely flat when it snows or rains or hails or is foggy or is hot or rains or snows ...again... So I suppose my method is "spray it into submission, then wrangle most of it loose for some kind of happy medium." Without hairspray, my hair quickly looks like THIS (click the link, I dare you).
But for the last few days, the hairspray didn't leave my hair tacky or anything. It was soft and manageable, but then would go flatter as the day progressed....almost like I had forgotten to put it in or something.
Getting ready for church Sunday was the last straw. I sprayed the hair, as I had the previous two days. Adding more just seemed to make it worse. Finer mist than is normal, since I got this new bottle from the hall cabinet, I complained to Screamapillar that my hairspray didn't seem to be working.
She said she had noticed it too. Perhaps she could get a thumbtack and make the hole bigger for me? No, I'll just work with it, thanks.
I take a closer look at the bottle, to see if perhaps I had gotten "Super Limp Formula" instead of "Extra Hold." Funny thing, there is no label on this pink bottle. None at all.....so I do what any rational human being would do: taste it (well, I did smell it first).
Anyone like to explain why this bottle is FILLED WITH WATER?
I've been spraying my hair with water for the last two days. This pink bottle was the really the misting bottle I made a year ago for ironing, which some helpful person removed from the sewing shelf and put in the hall cabinet thinking it might actually be misplaced hairspray. Thank you, helpful person.
Church starts in ten minutes. There are no more pink bottles in the hall cabinet. The original pink (nearly full) bottle I used three days ago is MIA.
Here's how desperate I was: I REALLY looked at the spray starch. REALLY. How bad could it be to put spray starch in your hair? But thought, no, I'm not sure how well that would work without applying heat. Then I started seriously calculating how much Modge Podge diluted with how much water would make hairspray? And isn't white glue the same as Modge Podge, I'd just have to dilute it more? Or Thing Two's hair gel - that might do the trick, except that would look REALLY BAD.
WHY oh why, why do I practice these economies, one bottle of hairspray shared between six people. It has only set me up for disaster.
And then I came to my senses and started to use my brain. There is a nearly full bottle of hairspray, likely still in this house. So I search the gril's rooms, which ends with no hairspray and a deep and abiding desire to make a bonfire from their clutter. There is no point in searching the boy's rooms, since Thing Two uses wax or gel, and Luke Skywalker is forcibly hair-sprayed by me only on special occasions. Perhaps he has hidden the hairspray to spare himself from his mother's attentions? No, he doesn't think that far ahead (but I checked the boys rooms anyway).
IT has to be here SOMEWHERE.
As a last resort, I check the location nearest to where it went missing. And that was where if was found. At the bottom of the bathroom trashcan (which, luckily, was not filled with anything vile).
I was late for church. But at least I didn't look like Prince Valiant. And that's what is really important anyway.
.
I didn't buy a bargain one this time, just the same old brand I've been using forever. The bottle from the bathroom had mysteriously gone missing, as things often do in this house, so I just pulled another from the hall cabinet.
I don't really know why I wear hairspray anyway, I spend the entire day running my fingers through it in frustration, working it loose so my hair isn't so cripsy (maybe I should look at changing brands, after all). I suppose I just don't like the way my hair goes completely flat when it snows or rains or hails or is foggy or is hot or rains or snows ...again... So I suppose my method is "spray it into submission, then wrangle most of it loose for some kind of happy medium." Without hairspray, my hair quickly looks like THIS (click the link, I dare you).
But for the last few days, the hairspray didn't leave my hair tacky or anything. It was soft and manageable, but then would go flatter as the day progressed....almost like I had forgotten to put it in or something.
Getting ready for church Sunday was the last straw. I sprayed the hair, as I had the previous two days. Adding more just seemed to make it worse. Finer mist than is normal, since I got this new bottle from the hall cabinet, I complained to Screamapillar that my hairspray didn't seem to be working.
She said she had noticed it too. Perhaps she could get a thumbtack and make the hole bigger for me? No, I'll just work with it, thanks.
I take a closer look at the bottle, to see if perhaps I had gotten "Super Limp Formula" instead of "Extra Hold." Funny thing, there is no label on this pink bottle. None at all.....so I do what any rational human being would do: taste it (well, I did smell it first).
Anyone like to explain why this bottle is FILLED WITH WATER?
I've been spraying my hair with water for the last two days. This pink bottle was the really the misting bottle I made a year ago for ironing, which some helpful person removed from the sewing shelf and put in the hall cabinet thinking it might actually be misplaced hairspray. Thank you, helpful person.
Church starts in ten minutes. There are no more pink bottles in the hall cabinet. The original pink (nearly full) bottle I used three days ago is MIA.
Here's how desperate I was: I REALLY looked at the spray starch. REALLY. How bad could it be to put spray starch in your hair? But thought, no, I'm not sure how well that would work without applying heat. Then I started seriously calculating how much Modge Podge diluted with how much water would make hairspray? And isn't white glue the same as Modge Podge, I'd just have to dilute it more? Or Thing Two's hair gel - that might do the trick, except that would look REALLY BAD.
WHY oh why, why do I practice these economies, one bottle of hairspray shared between six people. It has only set me up for disaster.
And then I came to my senses and started to use my brain. There is a nearly full bottle of hairspray, likely still in this house. So I search the gril's rooms, which ends with no hairspray and a deep and abiding desire to make a bonfire from their clutter. There is no point in searching the boy's rooms, since Thing Two uses wax or gel, and Luke Skywalker is forcibly hair-sprayed by me only on special occasions. Perhaps he has hidden the hairspray to spare himself from his mother's attentions? No, he doesn't think that far ahead (but I checked the boys rooms anyway).
IT has to be here SOMEWHERE.
As a last resort, I check the location nearest to where it went missing. And that was where if was found. At the bottom of the bathroom trashcan (which, luckily, was not filled with anything vile).
I was late for church. But at least I didn't look like Prince Valiant. And that's what is really important anyway.
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