Monday, April 14, 2014

A day in the life...

10:45 a.m.
-pulled the pin out of the weights on the cable crossover, releasing a lat bar similar to this:

which came crashing down on the back of my head.   There was much weeping and gnashing of teeth.  Should have listened to Lisa.  It is absolutely not safe to exercise.

12:05 p.m.
-arrived at the insurance office to go over some forms -- sign on door said "Out to Lunch until 1:00"

12:25 p.m.
-arrived at Jeremy's office to pick up his check for him -- doors locked -- not a creature was stirring

1:30 p.m.
- returned home after grocery shopping -- forgot to pick up anniversary card for the in-laws 60th.  Doh!

4:25 p.m.
- pulled a flimsy foil pan of homemade cinnamon rolls out of the oven, only to have flimsy foil pan buckle under the weight and dump half the rolls on the kitchen floor

4:40 p.m.
- started icing for cinnamon rolls and discovered that a mouse had beaten me to the powdered sugar

4:47 p.m.
- drove to the rural convenience store to pay an astronomical sum for a bag of powdered sugar

5:15 p.m.
- almost new Oneida wisk sprung a wire

6:30 p.m.
- ate other half pan of cinnamon rolls

Friday, March 14, 2014

Bird Watching

There may be nothing sweeter in life than a lazy, sunny Friday morning when it's my day off and I have no appointments scheduled.

So I've been watching my bluebirds who must be convinced that, indeed, winter is finally over.

You may recall that every Spring, they have built their nest in the rusted pipe next to our cellar.  Which is like an oven in the summer, and their eggs literally cook.  So last summer, the kids and I rebuilt a birdhouse just for them.  And Neal covered the pipe with wire mesh.

Practicality trumps beauty at our house.

So here's my beautiful bluebird.  Looking all sweet and innocent.

When in fact, I think he's stealing from someone else's nest and "re-purposing" the booty.

I've seen at least three different birds trying to use this birdhouse.

Oh...I don't think that's gonna fit, big guy.

Jacob & Lauren have their assignment.  At least 2 more birdhouses on their to-do lists.

Monday, February 24, 2014

Disney World is not for Sissies - Part 2

I have to confess, in the middle of all the fun and games, smiles and laughter, there were also times of tears.

I "teared up" the first night at Fantasmic.  Okay...I cried.  I don't know why.  Maybe being taken back through so many Disney memories.  Maybe the incredible display of imagination.  Maybe I was exhausted.  Anyway...two days later, Jeremy admitted that it made him "tear up" too.  Just sayin'.

I teared up on the "It's a Small World" ride.  Mostly at the end when we were all singing along.

I teared up when the Fairy-Godmother-in-Training couldn't style Lauren's hair because she had an eczema patch on her scalp.  Something about products and policy and doctor's notes.  I understood.  But she didn't.  Oh that sweet, disappointed face!  Have mercy!

I teared up when Jacob spilled coke in his lap and he was embarrassed that people might think it was another kind of accident.

I teared up when I saw this note that Lauren left in the room.

I teared up when each of my grandchildren, at separate times, said "Thank you, Nana, for bringing us to Disney World."

I teared up during the fireworks finale when the explosion was shaped like a star and everyone was singing, "When You Wish Upon A Star."

And tears were shed on the last trek to the shuttle after the final night parade and fireworks.  When every muscle, joint, and vertebrae ached from the miles walked, hours sat on hard, cold concrete to save the best place, and from jerks and sudden drops of ridicululously fun and scary rides.  

Oh, mark my words.  Disney World is not for Sissies.  Or maybe it is.