The temperature has been dropping the last few nights, it rained yesterday, during the day, and I've been craving a sweater in the mornings this last week. So, fall is definitely in the air. Oh! And our tree out back has been putting out lovely. We're talking big juicy apples.
I feel so organic.
Speaking of, I had a new experience a week or so back. I, mild mannered woman that I am, got my nails done.
I know. It was delightful. And mostly because, contrary to some of the stereotypes I have been harboring, not all nail professionals like to chat.
I mean--- phew!
So, my nails have been a nice shade of 'chellac' and 'french.... um.... something.... anyway, I'm in the clear for continuing to work in a health care setting, because, these fabulous nails? Happen to be mine. Uh-huh.
Anyway, it was fun. I don't know that I'll maintain it or not, considering my pattern with these sorts of things. I took the plunge and got my ears pierced, which quickly grew back over. I chopped my hair to its most possible shortest length without shaving the darn stuff off a couple years ago, and then kinda forgot to get it cut for a year, and now it's the longest it's been since 7th grade.
I don't know, I go with the wind on these things. But, this nail thing might be a sale for me. I've only broken through two, which, considering how I treat my nails sometimes, is actually a bit of a miracle.
This might be a harbinger of good things to come?
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Friday, September 9, 2011
The feminine arts and coral
http://www.ted.com/talks/view/lang/eng//id/519
Whoever happens to be following this blog, or really, anyone alive, should watch this video (linked above). Just one word: in-credible.
Really. Check it out.
On a slightly related note, I've been able to take advantage of some of the quiet-er time during the day when I have just my baby with me to crank out some crochet work. It has been, in a word, FUN. I'll have to (for reals this time) post a picture of my latest project. It's supposed to be a potholder of sorts, but which will, with any luck, morph into a rug or something bigger. Essentially, it's a bunch of crochet 'buttons' done up around root-beer caps. Adam calls them my 'coral polyps'. I have a good 48 made up right now. The only thing holding it up now is that I've used up all caps at my disposal. But, then, I discovered today I can still stitch up the 'polyps' without a cap. It's just a little, uh... limper than the others. I have all sorts of ideas on how to assemble these.
This whole 'thing' is bringing back memories of the summer Andrew was born and I decided that selling my crochet wares (which consisted of an uncanny number of baby hats... even for someone with three young kids) at the Cheney farmers market would just be the best idea ever.
Yes, selling winter hats in the middle of August was one of my better ideas.
Actually, the hats went pretty well. It was the cheap scratchy yarn baby blankets that didn't fare so well. Or the full size adult scarves.
Good memories though. Baby Andrew would sit on my lap in our designated mostly-shady spot from 12-4 every Wednesday afternoon, even now and then disappearing mostly under his blanket to eat. Now and then having to borrow the local thrift store's notorious bathroom to change an occasional (3-4 in a four hour period) diaper.
Hmmm. I really do remember it fondly though. Not sure what I was thinking, but it seemed important at the time.
--one last note: once you get to the link, just press the download button. You should be able to watch the video without any trouble.----
Whoever happens to be following this blog, or really, anyone alive, should watch this video (linked above). Just one word: in-credible.
Really. Check it out.
On a slightly related note, I've been able to take advantage of some of the quiet-er time during the day when I have just my baby with me to crank out some crochet work. It has been, in a word, FUN. I'll have to (for reals this time) post a picture of my latest project. It's supposed to be a potholder of sorts, but which will, with any luck, morph into a rug or something bigger. Essentially, it's a bunch of crochet 'buttons' done up around root-beer caps. Adam calls them my 'coral polyps'. I have a good 48 made up right now. The only thing holding it up now is that I've used up all caps at my disposal. But, then, I discovered today I can still stitch up the 'polyps' without a cap. It's just a little, uh... limper than the others. I have all sorts of ideas on how to assemble these.
This whole 'thing' is bringing back memories of the summer Andrew was born and I decided that selling my crochet wares (which consisted of an uncanny number of baby hats... even for someone with three young kids) at the Cheney farmers market would just be the best idea ever.
Yes, selling winter hats in the middle of August was one of my better ideas.
Actually, the hats went pretty well. It was the cheap scratchy yarn baby blankets that didn't fare so well. Or the full size adult scarves.
Good memories though. Baby Andrew would sit on my lap in our designated mostly-shady spot from 12-4 every Wednesday afternoon, even now and then disappearing mostly under his blanket to eat. Now and then having to borrow the local thrift store's notorious bathroom to change an occasional (3-4 in a four hour period) diaper.
Hmmm. I really do remember it fondly though. Not sure what I was thinking, but it seemed important at the time.
--one last note: once you get to the link, just press the download button. You should be able to watch the video without any trouble.----
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
dog days are over
Okay, so turns out, Cole really was expecting a letter from China. Which he got late last week. The story is, while at Grandma's, Cole discovered that most toys have the label 'Made in China'. So, he decided to compose a letter to the "China people" to find out how and where they made all this amazing... stuff. Grandma told him she had an in with a friend that traveled frequently to China on business. Hence, the China letter.
Bit of a let down though, when the only information forthcoming from said China businessman was that he could find toys made in China in any store chain in America!
Not really the detail Cole was looking for, but it was pretty cool to get a letter.
From China.
So..... the boys have started school. The three oldest have come home everyday this past week wanting to write out stories or show me their science experiments or read their books. I really really love the school year. I really really really love that they love it so much.
Today was my first day shift of the school year. I started part time hours this month, which translates to 1-2 day shifts a week, since I still work my every other evening weekend. Today was the only day shift of the week, so, not a bad way to ease in. I dropped my baby off at childcare, spent my day around adults, trying to pass as a professional, and generally---- it was a really good day. I had all their lunches and stuff ready last night, so it was just a matter of getting dressed and in the car.
It was altogether ridiculously simple, especially considering how nervous I was last night. When I picked Ben up, it was with a report from the caregiver that he 'jumped right in. We hardly have any kids who are so comfortable with doing that.' Additionally, he made a best friend, ate 100% of his lunch (which I guess they provide... so much for the snacks I left) and slept during nap time. Our classically mute boy had no problem communicating the bare minimum of what he needed and only had one accident.
Not bad. Not bad at all. Especially when he actually ran towards me when I came through those doors at 3:30. That... not a bad end to a good day, I think.
Bit of a let down though, when the only information forthcoming from said China businessman was that he could find toys made in China in any store chain in America!
Not really the detail Cole was looking for, but it was pretty cool to get a letter.
From China.
So..... the boys have started school. The three oldest have come home everyday this past week wanting to write out stories or show me their science experiments or read their books. I really really love the school year. I really really really love that they love it so much.
Today was my first day shift of the school year. I started part time hours this month, which translates to 1-2 day shifts a week, since I still work my every other evening weekend. Today was the only day shift of the week, so, not a bad way to ease in. I dropped my baby off at childcare, spent my day around adults, trying to pass as a professional, and generally---- it was a really good day. I had all their lunches and stuff ready last night, so it was just a matter of getting dressed and in the car.
It was altogether ridiculously simple, especially considering how nervous I was last night. When I picked Ben up, it was with a report from the caregiver that he 'jumped right in. We hardly have any kids who are so comfortable with doing that.' Additionally, he made a best friend, ate 100% of his lunch (which I guess they provide... so much for the snacks I left) and slept during nap time. Our classically mute boy had no problem communicating the bare minimum of what he needed and only had one accident.
Not bad. Not bad at all. Especially when he actually ran towards me when I came through those doors at 3:30. That... not a bad end to a good day, I think.
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