Skeeter and I were wasting time this afternoon, looking up various comedians, and he happened upon this little gem:
Please tell me that the rest of the Back to the Future fans out there laughed as hard as we did.
We didn't even know that he did stand-up, but oh, he is so funny!
Saturday, December 29, 2007
My new favorite quote
"You can pretend to be serious; you can't pretend to be witty."
- Sacha Guitry (1885-1957)
- Sacha Guitry (1885-1957)
Friday, December 28, 2007
For the love of flannel
Skeeter and I have slept on flannel sheets -- year-round -- for the past 10 years or so. That actually started as a happy accident. We had purchased a new bed -- queen, as opposed to the full size we had before -- and didn't have sheets to fit, so we ran out to Sam's Club the day it was supposed to be delivered.
I don't remember the day, but it must have been mid-winter at least. We found a set of queen sized flannel sheets on clearance for $10. I had never used flannel sheets before, but for $10 I was willing to take a chance.
It was love at first sleep.
Those first sheets must have been of far better quality than I had realized because when I went to find another set, I had a difficult time finding ones that were nice enough. But by then I'd been spoiled by the softness of the flannel, and I couldn't imagine going back to plain cotton. Have you ever tried to find flannel sheets at Target during the summer? Not easy, my friend. Not at all. Now I make a point to buy a new set when they first get put on the shelves, and I always have two sets, just in case.
The bed is a bit of an obsession for me, as I've mentioned before.
All that has changed, for the moment. Skeeter bought a new bedding set for me for Christmas, and it came with a set of (you guessed it) plain cotton sheets. I don't have matching flannel sheets, so I'm currently using the ones that came with the set.
It's driving me nuts. I almost can't sleep because of it.
I went to Target tonight, just so that I could buy a set of matching flannel sheets. Oh the horror!! They were sold out of the sage green queen size flannel sheets! I almost bought the pink plaid, but it would have clashed just as horribly as the ones we have now. And I'm not sure I could sleep on those anyway.
So tomorrow, the search is on.
I don't remember the day, but it must have been mid-winter at least. We found a set of queen sized flannel sheets on clearance for $10. I had never used flannel sheets before, but for $10 I was willing to take a chance.
It was love at first sleep.
Those first sheets must have been of far better quality than I had realized because when I went to find another set, I had a difficult time finding ones that were nice enough. But by then I'd been spoiled by the softness of the flannel, and I couldn't imagine going back to plain cotton. Have you ever tried to find flannel sheets at Target during the summer? Not easy, my friend. Not at all. Now I make a point to buy a new set when they first get put on the shelves, and I always have two sets, just in case.
The bed is a bit of an obsession for me, as I've mentioned before.
All that has changed, for the moment. Skeeter bought a new bedding set for me for Christmas, and it came with a set of (you guessed it) plain cotton sheets. I don't have matching flannel sheets, so I'm currently using the ones that came with the set.
It's driving me nuts. I almost can't sleep because of it.
I went to Target tonight, just so that I could buy a set of matching flannel sheets. Oh the horror!! They were sold out of the sage green queen size flannel sheets! I almost bought the pink plaid, but it would have clashed just as horribly as the ones we have now. And I'm not sure I could sleep on those anyway.
So tomorrow, the search is on.
Thursday, December 27, 2007
A new favorite
A couple of months ago, Alkelda at Saints and Spinners mentioned how much she liked the new Robert Plant/Alison Krauss CD. I love Alison Krauss, and I like Robert Plant. Plus, Alkelda and I seem to have the same tastes on quite a lot of things, so I bought it last month.
I had saved it to go in my Santa stocking, since I wasn't sure if Skeeter would remember to pick anything up. Now that I've finally gotten to listen to it -- I love it. Love it!
The whole CD is a wonderful and surprising blend of their styles. Plant's, to be sure, is more reminiscent of his later solo work rather than his screaming Zeppelin days. True, hard-core Zep fans probably won't be impressed, since the work overall seems to have its roots in the slow, melodic folksy sounds that Krauss favors. I was particularly interested to see that most of the songs that have copyright dates are from the 1950s and 1960s.
It's early in my listening, but honestly, I think this is going to have staying power and be one of my long-term favorites.
Oh, and if you follow the link to the website, you can listen to the entire album there. But then do yourself a favor and buy it. :)
I had saved it to go in my Santa stocking, since I wasn't sure if Skeeter would remember to pick anything up. Now that I've finally gotten to listen to it -- I love it. Love it!
The whole CD is a wonderful and surprising blend of their styles. Plant's, to be sure, is more reminiscent of his later solo work rather than his screaming Zeppelin days. True, hard-core Zep fans probably won't be impressed, since the work overall seems to have its roots in the slow, melodic folksy sounds that Krauss favors. I was particularly interested to see that most of the songs that have copyright dates are from the 1950s and 1960s.
It's early in my listening, but honestly, I think this is going to have staying power and be one of my long-term favorites.
Oh, and if you follow the link to the website, you can listen to the entire album there. But then do yourself a favor and buy it. :)
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Just what I wanted
It has been a low-key kind of day. I've unpacked and put away most of the gifty things. I heated left over enchiladas and made Mexican rice for lunch. No one has wanted dinner yet, so I'll put out a fruit and veggie tray and make toasted cheese sandwiches as people want them.
Spyder reminded me today that I forgot to put his crystal mining kit in his stocking (I did -- completely), so we dug it out of the gift closet. He spent a happy couple of hours mining the crystals and making a dusty mess on the coffee table.
Sass and I played My Little Pony, and she and Skeeter had a tea party with all of her stuffed animals. It was quite funny, since she insisted that they both dress up for it. Skeeter was quite a sight with all of the bows in his hair.
The big excursion today was to the bread store. I finally remembered to ask if they had throw-away loaves that we could take to feed the ducks at the park. The lady happened to be taking them off the shelves then and gave me 12 loaves for $1. 12 loaves! Holey cow! That will feed the ducks for a couple of weeks! The children will love that though. I had planned to stop by the park on the way home, but it started to rain, so that will have to wait til tomorrow.
And I've decided that I must make my mom's party mix. She usually gives me a box at Christmas, and she didn't this year. It's quite easy, just very time-consuming, and I'll bet she didn't have time this year. But it's just not New Year's if I can't have party mix.
Spyder reminded me today that I forgot to put his crystal mining kit in his stocking (I did -- completely), so we dug it out of the gift closet. He spent a happy couple of hours mining the crystals and making a dusty mess on the coffee table.
Sass and I played My Little Pony, and she and Skeeter had a tea party with all of her stuffed animals. It was quite funny, since she insisted that they both dress up for it. Skeeter was quite a sight with all of the bows in his hair.
The big excursion today was to the bread store. I finally remembered to ask if they had throw-away loaves that we could take to feed the ducks at the park. The lady happened to be taking them off the shelves then and gave me 12 loaves for $1. 12 loaves! Holey cow! That will feed the ducks for a couple of weeks! The children will love that though. I had planned to stop by the park on the way home, but it started to rain, so that will have to wait til tomorrow.
And I've decided that I must make my mom's party mix. She usually gives me a box at Christmas, and she didn't this year. It's quite easy, just very time-consuming, and I'll bet she didn't have time this year. But it's just not New Year's if I can't have party mix.
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Twas the end of Christmas
and we survived it all!
The fiesta went well, although it seemed as if we had a smaller group than usual. I counted and we had 17 people, so maybe not, but it seemed smaller. There was a slight hiccup at the beginning, since The Michael (fixer of Rotel and bringer of sodas) had a sudden illness. We survived on water and wine and juice until he was able to make it, and I had a free crock pot in which to make the Rotel dip.
The cheese cookies went over well, I suppose. I have quite a few of them left, but I did make a huge bowl of them. The Michael says he liked them, but I think he's just humoring me to some extent. And he was sick anyway.
I spent part of the party making more cookies, since the children cleared out the first four dozen within the first 30 minutes. Not that I minded, really. I like to cook, and these were just slice and bake things that I had gotten at Kroger, and I always like to send the children home with cookies for Santa. I also made rice krispy treats during the party, partly because I didn't have time earlier and I wanted those! My marshmallows had gotten misplaced (at a level that makes me think some child moved them), but I managed with a jar of marshmallow creme that I had bought (and then forgotten) for the church food baskets. They were a little more gooey than usual, but gooey is okay for rice krispy treats to me!
Our lasts guests left just after 11:30. We gave the children baths and got them into bed just after midnight, then Skeeter and I cleaned up the party mess and got the stockings ready. Normally it's just me getting the stockings ready, and it was much more fun to have Skeeter as a partner in it.
Because the children were up so late, they slept late (yay!), and they weren't ready to do stockings until about 9 am. Stocking gifts were well received, and we got on our way to the rest of the family celebrations.
We got there around 11:30, after three small but necessary stops. More gift opening, then off to eat. And eat and eat.
After the gluttony, we retreated to enjoy the gifts. Spyder spent the afternoon shooting paper targets and skeet with his new (Daisy Red Ryder) BB gun. Sass had to stay inside most of the time, as she is working on a terrible cold. She truly wanted to play with the dogs, but she had to be content with her new My Little Pony set.
We got back home at about 8:30 this evening. I was too tired to do much of anything, so I'll spend tomorrow organizing. And catching up on the neglected blog. :)
I hope everyone had a fabulous Christmas!
The fiesta went well, although it seemed as if we had a smaller group than usual. I counted and we had 17 people, so maybe not, but it seemed smaller. There was a slight hiccup at the beginning, since The Michael (fixer of Rotel and bringer of sodas) had a sudden illness. We survived on water and wine and juice until he was able to make it, and I had a free crock pot in which to make the Rotel dip.
The cheese cookies went over well, I suppose. I have quite a few of them left, but I did make a huge bowl of them. The Michael says he liked them, but I think he's just humoring me to some extent. And he was sick anyway.
I spent part of the party making more cookies, since the children cleared out the first four dozen within the first 30 minutes. Not that I minded, really. I like to cook, and these were just slice and bake things that I had gotten at Kroger, and I always like to send the children home with cookies for Santa. I also made rice krispy treats during the party, partly because I didn't have time earlier and I wanted those! My marshmallows had gotten misplaced (at a level that makes me think some child moved them), but I managed with a jar of marshmallow creme that I had bought (and then forgotten) for the church food baskets. They were a little more gooey than usual, but gooey is okay for rice krispy treats to me!
Our lasts guests left just after 11:30. We gave the children baths and got them into bed just after midnight, then Skeeter and I cleaned up the party mess and got the stockings ready. Normally it's just me getting the stockings ready, and it was much more fun to have Skeeter as a partner in it.
Because the children were up so late, they slept late (yay!), and they weren't ready to do stockings until about 9 am. Stocking gifts were well received, and we got on our way to the rest of the family celebrations.
We got there around 11:30, after three small but necessary stops. More gift opening, then off to eat. And eat and eat.
After the gluttony, we retreated to enjoy the gifts. Spyder spent the afternoon shooting paper targets and skeet with his new (Daisy Red Ryder) BB gun. Sass had to stay inside most of the time, as she is working on a terrible cold. She truly wanted to play with the dogs, but she had to be content with her new My Little Pony set.
We got back home at about 8:30 this evening. I was too tired to do much of anything, so I'll spend tomorrow organizing. And catching up on the neglected blog. :)
I hope everyone had a fabulous Christmas!
She knows him well
SASS (referring to her daddy): " . . . and if they don't know how to nap -- oh, honey -- he can sure show them!"
I don't know what was funnier -- that she was talking about her daddy teaching someone how to nap or the "oh honey" that she threw in that has her mama all over it!
I don't know what was funnier -- that she was talking about her daddy teaching someone how to nap or the "oh honey" that she threw in that has her mama all over it!
Monday, December 24, 2007
The camera and the computer hate each other.
They must. I'm sure this has been stewing for quite a while, and I was simply oblivious to the power struggle. Tonight the camera has decided that she (for she must be a she) has finally HAD IT and is no longer talking to the computer.
And I had photos to show everyone my Christmas tree shaped cheese cookies, as I know you were all anxiously awaiting.
Drat.
And I had photos to show everyone my Christmas tree shaped cheese cookies, as I know you were all anxiously awaiting.
Drat.
Advent and memories
We do an Advent calendar every year. It's one of the things that my children look forward to the most. With the Advent chocolate every night, we share a Christmas memory.
This year's favorite was a silly one -- the year that my Nana gave me a watch and the alarm kept going off every night at 10:30 while it was wrapped and under the tree. They asked me to retell it several times. It's a silly little thing, but I remember it well, and my children obviously loved hearing the story.
It always amazes me what we remember and how that remembering can resonate with others. I wonder what my children will remember about their Christmases.
This year's favorite was a silly one -- the year that my Nana gave me a watch and the alarm kept going off every night at 10:30 while it was wrapped and under the tree. They asked me to retell it several times. It's a silly little thing, but I remember it well, and my children obviously loved hearing the story.
It always amazes me what we remember and how that remembering can resonate with others. I wonder what my children will remember about their Christmases.
Sunday, December 23, 2007
That's my story. I'm sticking to it.
I've largely neglected ye olde blog lately. I shouldn't. I really shouldn't. I always feel as if I need to catch up, diary form, if I do.
Here's the simplified version:
We've all had the sniffles.
Skeeter is off work until Thursday. Yay!
I've done more shopping than usual.
We're getting ready for tomorrow night's annual Christmas Eve fiesta.
Tonight in preparation for the fiesta, I baked chocolate chip cookies and cheese straws. Well, they were supposed to be cheese straws. They ended up being cheese cookies because I couldn't find one of the pieces to my decorator set that I use to make them. So rather than wait until I found the piece, I decided to make them as cookies. We're having cheese cookies, and I'm going to act like I meant to make them that way.
And despite my best intentions, it looks as if I'm going to have to go to the grocery store in the morning.
Here's the simplified version:
We've all had the sniffles.
Skeeter is off work until Thursday. Yay!
I've done more shopping than usual.
We're getting ready for tomorrow night's annual Christmas Eve fiesta.
Tonight in preparation for the fiesta, I baked chocolate chip cookies and cheese straws. Well, they were supposed to be cheese straws. They ended up being cheese cookies because I couldn't find one of the pieces to my decorator set that I use to make them. So rather than wait until I found the piece, I decided to make them as cookies. We're having cheese cookies, and I'm going to act like I meant to make them that way.
And despite my best intentions, it looks as if I'm going to have to go to the grocery store in the morning.
Friday, December 21, 2007
Accents?
Eh, I don't know if I believe this. I'm from the south. I think I sound like it.
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Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Crash and burn
Or, the aftermath of excitement, sugar, and caffeine.
Tonight was Olivia's birthday party at the bounce. The children love the bounce.
That's an understatement. The children would live at the bounce I would agree to cater.
They were thrilled when I announced this morning that today was the day for bounce! They bounced here, around the house, most of the day in anticipation, so they were hyped enough when they realized it was really! time! to! go!
As always, the party ended with cake and drinks. Sass drinks water most of the time, so that's what she ordered from the party assistant. In direct contrast, Spyder ordered a Coke. Not the "why bother?" version I occasionally allow -- Caffeine Free Diet Coke. No, no. He ordered The Real Thing, and I didn't know it until he was almost finished with it.
Oh lawzy.
Afterward, I could definitely tell he'd had a bit more than his body is used to. When we were leaving, he decided that he really needed to see his Grammy (my mom). Er, I can sympathize, but she lives an hour away. So I let them call and chat with the grandparents. It was a riot. Spyder spent the time telling them he was excited about seeing them at Christmas. Sass spent her time telling them about the bounce.
Nighttime routines were a bit off, but not horribly so. In fact, Spyder found one of the books that Sass likes, a beginning reader book, that he said sounded like a poem (it does). He decided to copy it into his copybook that we use for handwriting practice.
But after finishing, he happily listened to that same story as I read it to Sass, did our Advent chocolate and memory, and went to bed. He didn't even attempt to stay up and read. Ten minutes after lights out, I checked in and he was sound asleep.
The bounce is great for that, despite the sugar overload.
Tonight was Olivia's birthday party at the bounce. The children love the bounce.
That's an understatement. The children would live at the bounce I would agree to cater.
They were thrilled when I announced this morning that today was the day for bounce! They bounced here, around the house, most of the day in anticipation, so they were hyped enough when they realized it was really! time! to! go!
As always, the party ended with cake and drinks. Sass drinks water most of the time, so that's what she ordered from the party assistant. In direct contrast, Spyder ordered a Coke. Not the "why bother?" version I occasionally allow -- Caffeine Free Diet Coke. No, no. He ordered The Real Thing, and I didn't know it until he was almost finished with it.
Oh lawzy.
Afterward, I could definitely tell he'd had a bit more than his body is used to. When we were leaving, he decided that he really needed to see his Grammy (my mom). Er, I can sympathize, but she lives an hour away. So I let them call and chat with the grandparents. It was a riot. Spyder spent the time telling them he was excited about seeing them at Christmas. Sass spent her time telling them about the bounce.
Nighttime routines were a bit off, but not horribly so. In fact, Spyder found one of the books that Sass likes, a beginning reader book, that he said sounded like a poem (it does). He decided to copy it into his copybook that we use for handwriting practice.
But after finishing, he happily listened to that same story as I read it to Sass, did our Advent chocolate and memory, and went to bed. He didn't even attempt to stay up and read. Ten minutes after lights out, I checked in and he was sound asleep.
The bounce is great for that, despite the sugar overload.
A small break from the organizing
to give Big News here on the Christmas front . . . .
Skeeter is going to be off work! Wooohooo! This really is big news, since That Company decided a few weeks ago that they might have to work on Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, and Boxing Day. They've gotten enough work done that they've been granted a reprieve. He'll be off beginning Saturday, and he won't have to go back in to work until Thursday! Excellent!
And now, to put him to work around here . . . . There are several little chores that he's been, ahem, conveniently forgetting.
And back to the organizing.
Skeeter is going to be off work! Wooohooo! This really is big news, since That Company decided a few weeks ago that they might have to work on Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, and Boxing Day. They've gotten enough work done that they've been granted a reprieve. He'll be off beginning Saturday, and he won't have to go back in to work until Thursday! Excellent!
And now, to put him to work around here . . . . There are several little chores that he's been, ahem, conveniently forgetting.
And back to the organizing.
Monday, December 17, 2007
A week til Christmas . . . .
And I'm nowhere near ready for our fiesta. This little sinus infection isn't helping things.
I attempted several things today, and I didn't get as far as I wanted on any of them. I did, however, manage to get out and get my errands done early. I was back home by 11.
Skeeter worked overnight last night (got home at 5:30 am), and he was just getting up as I got back in. We had a nice picnic-style lunch in front of the Christmas tree, and he headed off to work just after noon.
And rather than write a true post all about our ever-scintillating lives, I'm off to unload the dishwasher.
It is the glamorous life.
I attempted several things today, and I didn't get as far as I wanted on any of them. I did, however, manage to get out and get my errands done early. I was back home by 11.
Skeeter worked overnight last night (got home at 5:30 am), and he was just getting up as I got back in. We had a nice picnic-style lunch in front of the Christmas tree, and he headed off to work just after noon.
And rather than write a true post all about our ever-scintillating lives, I'm off to unload the dishwasher.
It is the glamorous life.
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Peace and joy
Not here.
Five Christmas parties (three of which I helped host).
Two days.
Sinus infection.
I'm so tired that it hurts to think. I hope to have coherent thoughts after sleep. Blissful sleep.
Five Christmas parties (three of which I helped host).
Two days.
Sinus infection.
I'm so tired that it hurts to think. I hope to have coherent thoughts after sleep. Blissful sleep.
Friday, December 14, 2007
Friday Feast
I've never participated in the Friday Feast, but not because I have anything against it . . . . I just don't think of it! Fresh Girl participates every week though, and today's appetizer question was too good not to answer this time. So here goes . . . my first Friday Feast.
Appetizer
Make up a word and give us its definition.
Dogbread: My family made up this word when I was little, so long ago that I can't remember not having it in my vocabulary. No one ever liked eating the end of the loaf of bread, so we always gave it to the dog. Thus, "dogbread" was born. Skeeter and the children even use the term. And they like the dogbread, so they don't give it to the dogs!
Soup
What is currently your favorite song?
Despite all of the Christmas tunes running through my head, I think my current favorite is an old hymn called "I Love to Tell the Story." I sing it to Sass at night and to settle her when she's upset, and she's taken to singing it. All the time. She serenaded everyone at Backyard Burger tonight. She may sing loudly and at inappropriate times, but it's still so sweet to hear her little voice.
Salad
What’s at the top of your Christmas wish list this year?
Perfume. I've been wearing the same two perfumes for the last 15 years -- Sung in the winter; Jessica McClintock in the summer. I want something new. I think I've decided on Juicy Couture. I've been stalking the perfume ladies, and that's the one fragrance I've gone back to again and again. The other front runner is Burberry Weekend, but I think that Juicy has won.
Main Course
Name a scent that reminds you of someone special in your life.
Old Spice. It always reminds me of my dad. Always. Especially when it's worn by someone who is very outdoorsy.
Dessert
Who is someone on television that you feel probably shouldn’t be, and why?
I'm going to have to cop out on this one. The only television I watch regularly is Numbers. And Heroes, until it ended, and really, I only watched that because Skeeter wanted me to watch with him. I wasn't pleased with this season, and I would have dropped it.
Appetizer
Make up a word and give us its definition.
Dogbread: My family made up this word when I was little, so long ago that I can't remember not having it in my vocabulary. No one ever liked eating the end of the loaf of bread, so we always gave it to the dog. Thus, "dogbread" was born. Skeeter and the children even use the term. And they like the dogbread, so they don't give it to the dogs!
Soup
What is currently your favorite song?
Despite all of the Christmas tunes running through my head, I think my current favorite is an old hymn called "I Love to Tell the Story." I sing it to Sass at night and to settle her when she's upset, and she's taken to singing it. All the time. She serenaded everyone at Backyard Burger tonight. She may sing loudly and at inappropriate times, but it's still so sweet to hear her little voice.
Salad
What’s at the top of your Christmas wish list this year?
Perfume. I've been wearing the same two perfumes for the last 15 years -- Sung in the winter; Jessica McClintock in the summer. I want something new. I think I've decided on Juicy Couture. I've been stalking the perfume ladies, and that's the one fragrance I've gone back to again and again. The other front runner is Burberry Weekend, but I think that Juicy has won.
Main Course
Name a scent that reminds you of someone special in your life.
Old Spice. It always reminds me of my dad. Always. Especially when it's worn by someone who is very outdoorsy.
Dessert
Who is someone on television that you feel probably shouldn’t be, and why?
I'm going to have to cop out on this one. The only television I watch regularly is Numbers. And Heroes, until it ended, and really, I only watched that because Skeeter wanted me to watch with him. I wasn't pleased with this season, and I would have dropped it.
Thursday, December 13, 2007
The Crying
Candy asked about my crying at the Messiah performance, and my comment response ended up being so long that it seemed to warrant a post all its own.
It's not just that particular piece of music. I cry at almost any moment that evokes emotion -- sad, happy, sentimental . . . . I'm just a crier. I try to hide it, so I actually don't even know if my friends have noticed. Skeeter is kind enough to avoid making eye contact when he knows I'm teary. I'm pretty embarrassed about it, actually, but I just can't help it.
Oddly enough, I seldom cry when I read. It's usually a visual or auditory stimulus that brings it about. I've even been known to have the weepy eyes when talking to a particularly emotional customer at the bookstore! Shameful . . . shameful.
I'd like to blame this the children. (Weepy just seems to follow children in my mind.) I don't think that they deserve the blame though. I think I was this way before.
It's not just that particular piece of music. I cry at almost any moment that evokes emotion -- sad, happy, sentimental . . . . I'm just a crier. I try to hide it, so I actually don't even know if my friends have noticed. Skeeter is kind enough to avoid making eye contact when he knows I'm teary. I'm pretty embarrassed about it, actually, but I just can't help it.
Oddly enough, I seldom cry when I read. It's usually a visual or auditory stimulus that brings it about. I've even been known to have the weepy eyes when talking to a particularly emotional customer at the bookstore! Shameful . . . shameful.
I'd like to blame this the children. (Weepy just seems to follow children in my mind.) I don't think that they deserve the blame though. I think I was this way before.
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Handel's Messiah
The children and I had the opportunity to attend a performance of Handel's Messiah (well, selections from) this morning. It's one of those musical compositions that moves me -- every time -- and even hearing selected portions is worthwhile.
When Fresh Girl emailed me to let me know of a local performance, I knew I had to go. I called the venue to see if I could bring my, er, entourage. The woman on the phone sounded skeptical, but she said I could.
I had never met the Fresh Girl before, but I recognized her from her photo almost at once. And because I always assume that PEOPLE! LOVE! ME! And EVERYONE! WANTS! TO! MEET! ME!, I barged right over and said hello. And sat down behind her family. So let this serve as a public apology for being my brassy self. I'm glad I sat there though. Fresh Girl and her family are just lovely, and that nephew Thomas -- he's a cutie!
Sass sat on my lap during most of the performance, which was quite useful in hiding my teary eyes. I always get teary-eyed during certain movements, and I'm always so embarrassed by it. It was nice to have Sass as cover. Sass wiggled a bit more than I wanted, but she was mostly engrossed in the music, so I was pleased overall.
Spyder and his stinkin' long legs though -- he accidentally bumped the seat in front of him more times than was necessary. I know that he can't help being so lanky, but I'll be so glad when the rest of him catches up and he has more control over his limbs. Spyder brought a book (as always . . . ) and read during most of the performance. Afterward he asked if we had it on CD at home (we don't) because he wanted to hear a certain portion again. Until then, I was unsure that he was even paying attention. And even later, while we were out shopping (again . . . ), he mentioned twice how much he liked it as "background music to my book." That made me laugh.
I had promised Sass that I would take her to eat at the mall's food court, and we weren't far from there, so that's where we had lunch. And in a pleasant surprise, it wasn't terribly busy!
It was a great day, and I was sad that Skeeter couldn't join us. He had a Big Day at work though. That Company started testing Skeeter's project, so they've come to the beginning of the end. It's exciting!
When Fresh Girl emailed me to let me know of a local performance, I knew I had to go. I called the venue to see if I could bring my, er, entourage. The woman on the phone sounded skeptical, but she said I could.
I had never met the Fresh Girl before, but I recognized her from her photo almost at once. And because I always assume that PEOPLE! LOVE! ME! And EVERYONE! WANTS! TO! MEET! ME!, I barged right over and said hello. And sat down behind her family. So let this serve as a public apology for being my brassy self. I'm glad I sat there though. Fresh Girl and her family are just lovely, and that nephew Thomas -- he's a cutie!
Sass sat on my lap during most of the performance, which was quite useful in hiding my teary eyes. I always get teary-eyed during certain movements, and I'm always so embarrassed by it. It was nice to have Sass as cover. Sass wiggled a bit more than I wanted, but she was mostly engrossed in the music, so I was pleased overall.
Spyder and his stinkin' long legs though -- he accidentally bumped the seat in front of him more times than was necessary. I know that he can't help being so lanky, but I'll be so glad when the rest of him catches up and he has more control over his limbs. Spyder brought a book (as always . . . ) and read during most of the performance. Afterward he asked if we had it on CD at home (we don't) because he wanted to hear a certain portion again. Until then, I was unsure that he was even paying attention. And even later, while we were out shopping (again . . . ), he mentioned twice how much he liked it as "background music to my book." That made me laugh.
I had promised Sass that I would take her to eat at the mall's food court, and we weren't far from there, so that's where we had lunch. And in a pleasant surprise, it wasn't terribly busy!
It was a great day, and I was sad that Skeeter couldn't join us. He had a Big Day at work though. That Company started testing Skeeter's project, so they've come to the beginning of the end. It's exciting!
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