Someone I don’t know has signed up to be notified when I post something. Gasp! A stranger. (cue ominous music)
When someone I was barely acquainted with signed up I had writer’s block. It was more like writer’s anxiety. What would she think of me if I admitted something a bit ‘off’? I am a bit ‘off’ sometimes. It’s one thing to write to you folks who have known me FOREVER- I won’t say actual years because that would date me. You all know I’m twitchy and still love me. Maybe even like me, but I wouldn’t want to go too far. But someone who doesn’t really know me? What will they think?
I was obsessing about this and also composing a blog entry about my ‘almost five year old’ when I was working in the kitchen. We have the most lovely, quirky system that leads to our dishwasher. The Col. put it in. Does that tell you something? But truth be told, it’s not his fault but the fault of an odd shaped (dare I use this word on my blog? With a Stranger in our Midst?) nipple. Therefore, it doesn’t seal correctly and leaks. It’s been ‘fixed’ several times and I think it’s been decided that it’s a futile effort. So every time I want to use the dishwasher ( read ‘daily’) I get to pull out the garbage can, crawl under the sink and turn on the very unhandily located facet. Then when it’s done, I need to remember to turn it off again. So I was working away, filled the dishwasher and crawled down to turn on the faucet, not really thinking about what I am doing. I start up the dishwasher. It’s making odd noises. What is it’s problem? I turned on the water… Didn’t I?… Sigh. No, I had turned it OFF for goodness sakes! Gosh! See how flustered I am? I would never have made this mistake if there wasn’t a Stranger here making me all nervous.
OK! So if I had actually remembered to turn it off the last time, this probably wouldn’t have happened. It’s the kid’s fault- they suck out all your memory cells, ya know. Anyway, let’s just keep this between ourselves- no need to tell The Col. about leaving the leaky faucet on for …. awhile.
And a Stranger is just someone we don’t know yet. So welcome aboard.
We went for a walk/bike ride down to get the mail yesterday. The kids all on their bikes and The. Col. and I walking- the dog was along too. It was a sunny day and a very nice day for a stroll.
We got down to the pavement and decided to go to the neighbor’s driveway a bit farther down the road. We often do this as a way to extend the walk and give the kids a chance to ride on the pavement for a bit.
I was walking along when TG, on her trike, slowly cut over in front of me. I thought “that’s good! She is getting to the edge of the road.”
But she didn’t stop. About the time I yelled “What are you doing!?!?” She had driven right into the ditch! And toppled over. She looked a little dazed as we helped her up and straightened the trike. But she just brushed herself off and as she got back on the trike commented:
“I must have been sleeping.”
I went out tonight to get my hair trimmed feeling sassy in a new top. The wind was promptly let out of my sails when my hairdresser said
“I didn’t know you were pregnant!”
Other things that I learned (or why I should be blond) :
No matter how hard you try, a Mercedes car key will not fit into the ignition of a Honda vehicle.
The “D” does not mean ‘Reverse’.
Deer are not known for their brains and they are not blond either. Luckily this one missed the van.
A book called “Score One for the Sloths” is just the kind of book for me. I said I was checking it out for my children.
And, honestly people! I am not that fat and empire waist shirts are in style. So if one. more. person. asks. if. I. am. pregnant. I. will……
SCREAM!!!!!!
I am sad to report that no one in our house calls our Church’s Harvest Festival “Harvest Vegetable” anymore. It has been out grown by the Boy Who Doesn’t Like to Be Posted About. When he was about 2 1/2, that is what he called it and it took a few times before it dawned on me what he was talking about. I thought he was talking about harvesting vegetables. He has a favorite stuffed toy from that year. He always has a great time.
This year was no exception. We ate hot dogs and chips. Yum! Then the kids get free tickets and get to pick which games they want to play. There are about 10 games varying in difficulty. TG liked the duck pond where a magnet is attached to a fishing pole and it is used to pick up a little duck. There are numbers on the duck and the child gets to pick a prize based on the number (one to three). Number One is most often candy with the prizes getting better with the higher numbers. Some of the games a ring or ball has to fall in the right place, in line or on the same color, to get the higher prizes. Another game that TG liked was the golf putting one. She was determined to get the ball in the hole but her putting skills left much to be desired. I think she got one in out of pure luck. KJ liked the duck one and the throw the ball/ring ones. HP liked a ball game. They ended up with a bag full of treats, a bag full of candy and a stuffed animal each.
At the end of it all, TG looked at me and asked when the Harvest Party was? I said we just did it! Later, as she hugged her Papa goodnight, she asked again about the Harvest Party and was told we just got home from it. She then asked about the food. We had hot dogs and chips, wasn’t that yummy? She still wasn’t satisfied and inquired again about the food. After thinking for a bit, her Papa realized she thought that at a “party” there should be cake and ice cream! Ah! We explained that this “party” didn’t have a cake but it was sure fun anyway!
It was a child’s Hog Heaven!
