This weekend was a lot of fun. I am so glad to see those of you that were able to make it, it was great to see these cute kids in person and catch up with every one face to face. It was so nice that I already knew what your little ones looked like, knew somewhat of their little personalities, knew a little of what was going on in your lives. We didn't have to spend the entire weekend catching up on years of stuff, instead we got to enjoy each other's company!
After heading out Sunday morning, we stopped at Mark's folks for the afternoon. The kids and Daddy disappeared downstairs to play video games. Daddy came up once and sat down for a bit. After chatting with his sister for a minute, he turned to me and said "I hope Oren won't grow up to be a sissy... He's downstairs playing dress up with a bunch of Barbie Dolls!" Cracked me up. I told him I already knew, he had come up to show me that he made them "princesses" and that he was enjoying himself. I mentioned that it was a good thing, he will understand girls much better and will be quite the ladies man, since he was also concerned that all Oren's friends are girls. There aren't any boys on the street, and the one boy in his church class is more hyper than Oren and really shows grown-ups no respect, his parents let him do whatever and wonder why they can't control him. Not the best playmate for a boy that already has some issues! I just found it funny, he is definitely all boy!
We wanted to get going a little later in the evening, about 6 ish, but it took a long time to get every one out the door. Like, 7:45. Then there was 10 minutes of good bye at the car! I love them, but they really prolong fairwells. We got almost to the freeway, when I mentioned that we would have to feed the boys at some point on the trip, our sandwiches already being gone, and he decided to go back and feed the boys there! After it took so long to get going in the first place! So we popped back in the door, his sister whipped up some Mac and Cheese, and an hour or so later we were back in the car with the whole good bye thing and finally made it back on the road.
We usually stop at Fort Hall to gas up, it's generally the cheapest place on the freeway. And I don't like to push it past a 1/4 tank, it makes me nervous. (Blame my mother, Mark!) I took a little nap (45 minutes), and he passed Fort Hall before I woke up. Didn't stop. I woke up and saw the gauge a little before we passed through Pocatello and asked him to stop so we could gas up before it got even more expensive. $4.13 was high enough! "No, we're fine, I'm not stopping." We were a little less than 10 minutes (not 10 miles, 10 minutes) from Rupert when the line dropped low enough to get me really worried, and a minute or so later the light came on! I have never pushed it far enough to know how much longer we have before totally running out, so I was trying hard not to freak out. We said a quick prayer, Oren and Daddy and me, to get to the closest gas station, so we would be safe. It was 10:30 and I would prefer not to be stuck on the side of the road. It was a close call, but we spotted a gas station several miles up the road right off the freeway and pulled in. $4.27! We had no choice but to fill up... Ouch! I told him I would refrain from saying "I told you so" and rubbing it in that he should have listened, but he told me to go ahead. What a sweetie.
Around 11:30 he started to nod off so we switched. Then, his legs were so long that they were getting cramped and were bugging him, so he whined about that before I pulled over to let him walk around and stretch. By 12:45 I was having a hard time focusing on the road, I couldn't concentrate very well. We made it home around 1:15. Safely, thank goodness. Unloaded kids and contacts case, looked for the cat who should have greeted us but didn't, and went to bed.
Jade is the type of cat who, if I am gone for 10 minutes, meets me at the door running and purring, so happy to see us. So after a couple days, you'd think she would be there! But she wasn't. She wasn't in any of her usual spots, not stuck behind a door anywhere. But I was too tired, and figured that if she had gotten out she was long gone already, and if she hadn't she was probably at Amanda's house playing with their cat, who is Jade's sister.
Sure enough, the next morning she called to let me know she had my cat and not to worry, her daughter brought Jade to their house so she wouldn't get bored. A bit of a relief, since I am just a little attached to her, and would prefer to not lose her...
It was so nice to sleep in my own bed, with the A/C going, my children tucked in nicely in their beds, not crying. Poor Mark had to get up at 6:00 am (which is why I wanted to eat on the road....!) so he'll be falling over when he gets home and I will send him to bed early tonight. I slept until 9:30 when Nathan woke up and was hungry, which felt soooo good! (Sorry Steph, who wasn't feeling good, I don't mean to gloat) After last week, I really needed it.
I have been relaxing today, headed to the BX to check out the clearance racks and look for school jeans. My boys have 2 pairs each left, without holes in them, so buying more is a must. They have to be good quality or they tear sooner. And Nathan is getting to big for the size 4's, they are getting a bit short and a little harder to snap, so he is moving up to 5's, which Oren still wears some of. Which means double the pants. They share some, but there aren't enough to go around.
A nice, quiet day....
Monday, July 28, 2008
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
A Poem
I awoke this morning and rose from my bed,
Took a shower 'neath my clean showerhead.
As I got out I heard a strange sound,
It sounded like a pound, pound, pound!
I rushed to the window and peeked right out,
And constrained myself from giving a shout.
(For he might turn around and I was nude,
If he was to look, it would be a bit rude...)
What to my wondering eyes did appear
was a maintenance man with a hat 'bove his ears.
I saw wooden planks standing strait and tall
and my fence now quite solid, a great wooden wall!
Thank you maintenance man for doing your job,
for doing it quickly and not like a slob.
We'll enjoy our strong fence, with our yard on the mend,
Until the next strong wind blows it down yet again!
Took a shower 'neath my clean showerhead.
As I got out I heard a strange sound,
It sounded like a pound, pound, pound!
I rushed to the window and peeked right out,
And constrained myself from giving a shout.
(For he might turn around and I was nude,
If he was to look, it would be a bit rude...)
What to my wondering eyes did appear
was a maintenance man with a hat 'bove his ears.
I saw wooden planks standing strait and tall
and my fence now quite solid, a great wooden wall!
Thank you maintenance man for doing your job,
for doing it quickly and not like a slob.
We'll enjoy our strong fence, with our yard on the mend,
Until the next strong wind blows it down yet again!
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
I'm Special!
My dear, darling, younger-but-somehow-taller-than-me sister nominated me for an award! Just what I needed to lift my spirits after the day I had today. I'll go over that later. First, to brag about my award!
Stephanie nominated me for my cute little boys (biased opinion on my part?) and somehow not being admitted to the phychiatric spa (thanks to my friend Amanda for that term). I love to give all the details of surviving day by day in our house, and how I am so not perfect but trying.
Here are the rules:
1. Post the logo on your blog.
2. Add a link to the person who nominated you.
3. Nominate other people for this award and add links to their blog.
4. Leave a message for the people that you nominated!
And so, I like to brighten the day of some others today. Some of them don't know that I read their blogs, because I am not the greatest at commenting, but I appreciate what they share with the blogging world!
1. Michele of Bipolar Survivor. I found her blog while looking for ways to deal with my new diagnosis. She tells her life as it is, no glamourizing the good and glossing over the bad. It was great to find someone not scared to talk about things that some people are still scared of or have a distorted view. Thank you Michele for sharing your life with the rest of us.
2. Stephanie, as a contributer to our Weight Loss blog. She did so great, sticking to her diet, accepting the ups and downs, induldging without beating herself up. She is an inspiration to me, she met her goal, and she is all around an amazing person! I'm not there yet, but I will be someday sister dear!
3. Mrs. Fussypants of Mrs. Fussypants Guide to Life. I recently found this blog, and love it! She has hilarious posts, like "Name that inappropriate photo", where she has the most outrageous pics. I would love to know where she finds them! Everyone comments with what you could imagine a title could be, based on the hilarious or weird photo. Too fun! Or "Fight the Frump", self-explanatory.
Thank you all for your wonderful posts!
Now, on to the whole crazy day thing...
I was awakened this morning by my friend calling. She does this almost every morning, which I don't mind, but it does make a shower difficult. Got the kids up and attempted the morning feed. Umm....yeah. Oren had to spend breakfast in his room until the other boys were done, as he couldn't keep his hands to himself and was putting his face right by William's and screaming. That led to more screaming.... Oren finished, my friend got off the phone, I hadn't eaten yet and was headed for the shower, when the phone rang again.
Mark was calling from work to say that his commander had driven by our house this morning and saw the tumbleweeds taking over the front and side yards. (When, I ask you, would I find time to pull weeds... obviously even finding time to shower doesn't come easy) The guy threw a hissy fit, called Mark into his office, and said he had until 10 to get them all pulled. AHHHHH! He came home from work, and I threw on some clothes and started yanking vegetation. About 10ish his shop chief swung by to see what all the fuss was about. He was under the impression that maintenance people took care of the side yard (which is monsterously long), and couldn't believe how much we actually have to take care of. We mentioned the fence, which is still down, he couldn't believe that either. He left, and we were still pulling weeds when the housing office people showed up taking pictures of our yard!
They were actually nice and polite, didn't yell, but asked us to please take care of our yard a little better. They wanted the weeds gone as soon as possible, even the dead ones that we had actually gotten sprayed a while back. We told them about the fence, and they said to call it in again and ask for our ticket number. Apperantly we are supposed to get one for everything we call in. I have never gotten one... They said they'd call us when the job ticket when through their desk.
I still hadn't eaten, so I took a break to go get my blood sugar back up. Amanda had come over to help pull since she was bored and saw us in the front yard. I was pretty lightheaded and not thinking quite straight, so she brought over some breakfast burrito stuff and make us breakfast/lunch/snack, while I sipped some apple juice until I felt a little better. While this was all going on my visiting teachers showed up to chat for a while, a scheduled appointment. I felt bad eating in front of them and was still a little iffy feeling, and stressfully distracted. That took a while, and then everyone went home so I could take Oren to school.
Mark called to let me know he had called the maintenance office again about the fence, and had asked for the ticket number. They discovered that the job had never been written down when we called. They did a drive by to look at damage at the time, and hadn't written it down then. When I called it in the other day, they assumed it had a ticket number already and didn't question why it was taking so long. So now we have the ticket number, they know about our fence, and the housing inspector is on the lookout for the job to cross her desk and will let us know when she gets it. Hopefully it won't take too long. We told her we had to take the fence down to due the tree damage. Cross your fingers they won't yell at us and be all mad about that...
I was supposed to bring lunch to a family at church whose Mom passed away from cancer and Grandma is helping raise them, so our church provides one meal a week to help out a little. Needless to say, I didn't have any time to cook. They are down in town, and today was a therapy day, so I was going to have to make 2 trips, until Amanda volunteered to pick up Oren from school. That way I could run all my errands before therapy and only make 1 trip down. What an angel! I picked up some take-n-bake pizzas from a local Papa Murphy's and dropped them off, then went and ate a small lunch before heading over to Walmart for some groceries and sewing stuff. William fell asleep on the way to therapy and slept the whole time, so I chatted with Amanda.
My floor is not swept, my dishes did get loaded somehow, I was going to mop and didn't get to, I only have 1/2 a square left on the very last row of Nathan's quilt to sew and then the top will be done but I didn't get to that either. My children had cereal for dinner, I haven't eaten dinner yet, just some Dibbs (a bite size ice cream thing) and a root beer. My children have watched a lot of tv in the car, and Oren played at Amanda's house most of the afternoon, and is now super hyper, as is Nathan.
But, my front yard does look loads better, Mark hasn't played his video game at all today, the boys should go to bed fairly well today, I found more seedlings (pansies, yay!) while weeding, and I appreciated having a cell phone.
And, I got an award! That made the day all better, reading what my sister thought of my blog, both food and regular. She gave me an award for that one too, and people think my food tour is pretty cool. May my evening be better than my morning...
Stephanie nominated me for my cute little boys (biased opinion on my part?) and somehow not being admitted to the phychiatric spa (thanks to my friend Amanda for that term). I love to give all the details of surviving day by day in our house, and how I am so not perfect but trying.Here are the rules:
1. Post the logo on your blog.
2. Add a link to the person who nominated you.
3. Nominate other people for this award and add links to their blog.
4. Leave a message for the people that you nominated!
And so, I like to brighten the day of some others today. Some of them don't know that I read their blogs, because I am not the greatest at commenting, but I appreciate what they share with the blogging world!
1. Michele of Bipolar Survivor. I found her blog while looking for ways to deal with my new diagnosis. She tells her life as it is, no glamourizing the good and glossing over the bad. It was great to find someone not scared to talk about things that some people are still scared of or have a distorted view. Thank you Michele for sharing your life with the rest of us.
2. Stephanie, as a contributer to our Weight Loss blog. She did so great, sticking to her diet, accepting the ups and downs, induldging without beating herself up. She is an inspiration to me, she met her goal, and she is all around an amazing person! I'm not there yet, but I will be someday sister dear!
3. Mrs. Fussypants of Mrs. Fussypants Guide to Life. I recently found this blog, and love it! She has hilarious posts, like "Name that inappropriate photo", where she has the most outrageous pics. I would love to know where she finds them! Everyone comments with what you could imagine a title could be, based on the hilarious or weird photo. Too fun! Or "Fight the Frump", self-explanatory.
Thank you all for your wonderful posts!
Now, on to the whole crazy day thing...
I was awakened this morning by my friend calling. She does this almost every morning, which I don't mind, but it does make a shower difficult. Got the kids up and attempted the morning feed. Umm....yeah. Oren had to spend breakfast in his room until the other boys were done, as he couldn't keep his hands to himself and was putting his face right by William's and screaming. That led to more screaming.... Oren finished, my friend got off the phone, I hadn't eaten yet and was headed for the shower, when the phone rang again.
Mark was calling from work to say that his commander had driven by our house this morning and saw the tumbleweeds taking over the front and side yards. (When, I ask you, would I find time to pull weeds... obviously even finding time to shower doesn't come easy) The guy threw a hissy fit, called Mark into his office, and said he had until 10 to get them all pulled. AHHHHH! He came home from work, and I threw on some clothes and started yanking vegetation. About 10ish his shop chief swung by to see what all the fuss was about. He was under the impression that maintenance people took care of the side yard (which is monsterously long), and couldn't believe how much we actually have to take care of. We mentioned the fence, which is still down, he couldn't believe that either. He left, and we were still pulling weeds when the housing office people showed up taking pictures of our yard!
They were actually nice and polite, didn't yell, but asked us to please take care of our yard a little better. They wanted the weeds gone as soon as possible, even the dead ones that we had actually gotten sprayed a while back. We told them about the fence, and they said to call it in again and ask for our ticket number. Apperantly we are supposed to get one for everything we call in. I have never gotten one... They said they'd call us when the job ticket when through their desk.
I still hadn't eaten, so I took a break to go get my blood sugar back up. Amanda had come over to help pull since she was bored and saw us in the front yard. I was pretty lightheaded and not thinking quite straight, so she brought over some breakfast burrito stuff and make us breakfast/lunch/snack, while I sipped some apple juice until I felt a little better. While this was all going on my visiting teachers showed up to chat for a while, a scheduled appointment. I felt bad eating in front of them and was still a little iffy feeling, and stressfully distracted. That took a while, and then everyone went home so I could take Oren to school.
Mark called to let me know he had called the maintenance office again about the fence, and had asked for the ticket number. They discovered that the job had never been written down when we called. They did a drive by to look at damage at the time, and hadn't written it down then. When I called it in the other day, they assumed it had a ticket number already and didn't question why it was taking so long. So now we have the ticket number, they know about our fence, and the housing inspector is on the lookout for the job to cross her desk and will let us know when she gets it. Hopefully it won't take too long. We told her we had to take the fence down to due the tree damage. Cross your fingers they won't yell at us and be all mad about that...
I was supposed to bring lunch to a family at church whose Mom passed away from cancer and Grandma is helping raise them, so our church provides one meal a week to help out a little. Needless to say, I didn't have any time to cook. They are down in town, and today was a therapy day, so I was going to have to make 2 trips, until Amanda volunteered to pick up Oren from school. That way I could run all my errands before therapy and only make 1 trip down. What an angel! I picked up some take-n-bake pizzas from a local Papa Murphy's and dropped them off, then went and ate a small lunch before heading over to Walmart for some groceries and sewing stuff. William fell asleep on the way to therapy and slept the whole time, so I chatted with Amanda.
My floor is not swept, my dishes did get loaded somehow, I was going to mop and didn't get to, I only have 1/2 a square left on the very last row of Nathan's quilt to sew and then the top will be done but I didn't get to that either. My children had cereal for dinner, I haven't eaten dinner yet, just some Dibbs (a bite size ice cream thing) and a root beer. My children have watched a lot of tv in the car, and Oren played at Amanda's house most of the afternoon, and is now super hyper, as is Nathan.
But, my front yard does look loads better, Mark hasn't played his video game at all today, the boys should go to bed fairly well today, I found more seedlings (pansies, yay!) while weeding, and I appreciated having a cell phone.
And, I got an award! That made the day all better, reading what my sister thought of my blog, both food and regular. She gave me an award for that one too, and people think my food tour is pretty cool. May my evening be better than my morning...
Monday, July 21, 2008
Now available -
I finally got around to posting our food tour. We did Germany this last week, interesting food. Just letting anyone interested know!
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Happy time!
See, as promised, a post in a better mood. My keyboard and I had a talk, and it forgave me for hitting is so hard before. My computer screen didn't notice I was glaring, so no harm done there...
My quilt top.... hmmmm. Well, I only have two rows of 5 squares left to do. It was supposed to be 6 wide and 9 long. I got 6 wide and 4 long and held it up. WOW! I turned it on it's side and it almost covered the bed just as it was! So I decided to keep it turned sideways and add one row to the side to make 5 squares across, and two rows of 5 squares on the new bottom to make it 8 rows long. That way it is long enough to tuck in but not so long to drag on the floor on the end, and the sides hang over, but again, not to the floor.
I am so close, just 10 squares to go! And they are all cut out and stacked together in the order for the pattern.
More happy stuff: My squash has nice big flowers on it I discovered today. My echinacea plants in the front garden had seed heads last year and I scattered them in the bark just for kicks when they dried up. Now I have tiny echinacea seedling popping up everywhere! It's a good thing I like that type of flower. There are others seedlings coming up in one of my flower barrels, but I really have no idea what they are, just that they aren't weeds...
My house has stayed clean for over a week. Sweeping, vacumming, mopping, cleaning toys, dishes, laundry, my bed made, bathrooms not as bad as usual. I am not quite sure how I am doing what has eluded me for years, but I am excited. I always love to walk into houses where you can tell they keep it clean. I always wanted to have one of those. This week there has been no embarassment when the doorbell rings or someone knocks on the door because the house is in order, no last minute stuffing things in closets required. There are still some things that need cleaned or decluttered, but I am working on the quilt at the moment, so they will wait a bit.
The point is that it is do-able. It's not just perfect little obsessively anal moms who can pull this off. I can too! :-)
My quilt top.... hmmmm. Well, I only have two rows of 5 squares left to do. It was supposed to be 6 wide and 9 long. I got 6 wide and 4 long and held it up. WOW! I turned it on it's side and it almost covered the bed just as it was! So I decided to keep it turned sideways and add one row to the side to make 5 squares across, and two rows of 5 squares on the new bottom to make it 8 rows long. That way it is long enough to tuck in but not so long to drag on the floor on the end, and the sides hang over, but again, not to the floor.
I am so close, just 10 squares to go! And they are all cut out and stacked together in the order for the pattern.
More happy stuff: My squash has nice big flowers on it I discovered today. My echinacea plants in the front garden had seed heads last year and I scattered them in the bark just for kicks when they dried up. Now I have tiny echinacea seedling popping up everywhere! It's a good thing I like that type of flower. There are others seedlings coming up in one of my flower barrels, but I really have no idea what they are, just that they aren't weeds...
My house has stayed clean for over a week. Sweeping, vacumming, mopping, cleaning toys, dishes, laundry, my bed made, bathrooms not as bad as usual. I am not quite sure how I am doing what has eluded me for years, but I am excited. I always love to walk into houses where you can tell they keep it clean. I always wanted to have one of those. This week there has been no embarassment when the doorbell rings or someone knocks on the door because the house is in order, no last minute stuffing things in closets required. There are still some things that need cleaned or decluttered, but I am working on the quilt at the moment, so they will wait a bit.
The point is that it is do-able. It's not just perfect little obsessively anal moms who can pull this off. I can too! :-)
My little rant and rave...
Okay, I am sorry to subject you guys to this, but I just need to have a little rant about a situation that keeps making me madder and madder. If I get this out now, I won't yell so much at the poor person on the other end of the phone when I call them tomorrow.
I have a beef with the housing maintenance office. There was a huge windstorm two months ago that blew down our fence, and tore the shingles off roofs, and some sideing as well. We called in to report our fence was partially blown over when it happened. They told us there was too much damage for them to handle, too many houses to fix, so they were contracting out the repairs. Fine, we had no problem with that.
A month and a half later, it was still somwhat blown over. It was rubbing against our tree, which coincidently, was the only thing holding the doggone thing up! Mark got tired of the fence rubbing our tree and threatening to blow completely over and squashing our bushes and flowers. So this is what our fence looks like now...
These are the nails sticking strait up for little hands to scrape on or little feet to possible step on.
This is the post that is now unusable and will need to be totally replaced. These were not cemented in and are hollow. We are on the outer edge and get the full brunt of any winds that blow over the prairie.
This is the board Mark had to screw over the splintered middle of a cross support before it completely snapped. Huge sharp wood edges just waiting to hurt someone.
After Mark pulled the fence down to prevent further damage to the property, we called our fence in again. That was nearly two weeks ago! Housing maintenance has 24 hours for an emergency like your heater or AC is out. Or you have no water period, or there is something like a gas leak. Anything that would severely damage property or people. Or a clogged toilet. Then they have 48 hours to respond to something like no hot water, or other things that would be considered urgent, but not imediately people or property damaging. 3-5 days is how long they have to respond to non-urgent items: light switch not working, drawer busted, door not shutting properly or the handle breaks. A fence blown completely over is 48 hours. A fence leaning but still technically attached would be 3-5 days.
NOT 2 MONTHS!!!!!!!!!
At what point do I need to go down and physically get in their face and demand that it be fixed? How long should I continue to report it before lodging a formal complaint?
So tomorrow I am calling for the 3rd time, reporting it again, and letting them know that I EXPECT it to be done by the end of the business week. Not looked at, DONE. STANDING and ALL BOARDS IN PLACE. Or I will be lodging a formal complaint with the housing office, and anyone else I can think of to lodge one with. Along with a request that an investigation be done to see why it took so ridiculously long to get done. Every other time we have had to report our fence we were called within a few days and an appointment set up for them to survey the damage and then come back with the materials. It's their own fault that it will take a lot more work to fix now than it would if they had come right out!
(ggggggrrrrrrrrrrrr.)
Well, I feel a tiny bit better. I am suprised all my keys still work as I was banging them pretty hard. Thanks for letting me rant, I really don't want to yell and scream at them tomorrow. Just calmly inform them of the situation and consequences. Let them know politely that I am NOT HAPPY, without putting them on the offensive and making the situation worse.
(deep breath)
I'll write a happy post later today, I promise.
I have a beef with the housing maintenance office. There was a huge windstorm two months ago that blew down our fence, and tore the shingles off roofs, and some sideing as well. We called in to report our fence was partially blown over when it happened. They told us there was too much damage for them to handle, too many houses to fix, so they were contracting out the repairs. Fine, we had no problem with that.
A month and a half later, it was still somwhat blown over. It was rubbing against our tree, which coincidently, was the only thing holding the doggone thing up! Mark got tired of the fence rubbing our tree and threatening to blow completely over and squashing our bushes and flowers. So this is what our fence looks like now...
These are the nails sticking strait up for little hands to scrape on or little feet to possible step on.
This is the post that is now unusable and will need to be totally replaced. These were not cemented in and are hollow. We are on the outer edge and get the full brunt of any winds that blow over the prairie.
This is the board Mark had to screw over the splintered middle of a cross support before it completely snapped. Huge sharp wood edges just waiting to hurt someone.
After Mark pulled the fence down to prevent further damage to the property, we called our fence in again. That was nearly two weeks ago! Housing maintenance has 24 hours for an emergency like your heater or AC is out. Or you have no water period, or there is something like a gas leak. Anything that would severely damage property or people. Or a clogged toilet. Then they have 48 hours to respond to something like no hot water, or other things that would be considered urgent, but not imediately people or property damaging. 3-5 days is how long they have to respond to non-urgent items: light switch not working, drawer busted, door not shutting properly or the handle breaks. A fence blown completely over is 48 hours. A fence leaning but still technically attached would be 3-5 days.
NOT 2 MONTHS!!!!!!!!!
At what point do I need to go down and physically get in their face and demand that it be fixed? How long should I continue to report it before lodging a formal complaint?
So tomorrow I am calling for the 3rd time, reporting it again, and letting them know that I EXPECT it to be done by the end of the business week. Not looked at, DONE. STANDING and ALL BOARDS IN PLACE. Or I will be lodging a formal complaint with the housing office, and anyone else I can think of to lodge one with. Along with a request that an investigation be done to see why it took so ridiculously long to get done. Every other time we have had to report our fence we were called within a few days and an appointment set up for them to survey the damage and then come back with the materials. It's their own fault that it will take a lot more work to fix now than it would if they had come right out!
(ggggggrrrrrrrrrrrr.)
Well, I feel a tiny bit better. I am suprised all my keys still work as I was banging them pretty hard. Thanks for letting me rant, I really don't want to yell and scream at them tomorrow. Just calmly inform them of the situation and consequences. Let them know politely that I am NOT HAPPY, without putting them on the offensive and making the situation worse.
(deep breath)
I'll write a happy post later today, I promise.
I love Joanns!
Seriously, thank you to whoever decided to create that fabric store! I wandered around for a while looking at every single dark blue fabric they had, with my little fabric scrap, holding it up against each one to compare. Every aisle. I finally lucked out in the quilter's solids sections. They had a dark navy blue that was pretty darn close. There was a minute difference, mine looked a tad lighter, like it was a little faded. The other blue didn't have exactly the same texture, but it was almost as heavy as mine. So that went in the cart, and I was happy. In that same little section there were a couple shades of white, and I able to find a white that matched my other as well. Because the new blue and old blue will not touch, be side by side, in the quilt the minute difference won't be noticed. And the dark, golden yellow I found to border the whole quilt will pull the eye as well. So all will be well.
I was able to get some cake decorating stuff for Marie's birthday which was last week, she loved it! A decorating book with just about all the info she will ever need. And some new tips and a case to keep them in.
And Thomas absolutely loved the dump truck we gave him. Back and forth. Back and forth. I saw it in the store and it just about jumped off the shelf and into my cart and said "Buy me, please! I want to go play with your nephew!" Well, what else could I do but oblige the lonely little dump truck. Most of it's friends were already gone, and I just felt sorry for the poor thing. Thomas and the dump truck seem to have hit it off already.
It was nice to sit and enjoy my family for a while. Mark was on call for work and couldn't come with us. It was a very boring, quiet day for him here at home, he said. I missed him, partly because I don't get to see him much during the week, and partly because I could have used an extra pair of hands keeping children contained in the various stores. *wink*
You know when you visit somewhere, it never fails that you leave at least one thing? Or is that just me...? I was being so careful to make sure I had everything, and was about to walk out the door when Janelle noticed the bag on the counter. It had all the quilt stuff I had just bought, plus all the square cutouts for the next row I need to sew! Thank you, Janelle! That would be a bad thing to leave. And then after I gave Mom a hug goodbye, she gave a little yelp and said I still needed the frame thing. Ha ha, that was one of the reasons I had gone up there in the first place! And I was about to drive off without it! Thank you, Mom, for having a working brain, because mine was out of order tonight.
I am pretty sure that I brought everything home with me, although it was a close call. The boys had a lot of fun, I ate some amazing peanut butter frosting, courtesy of Stephanie. Thomas gave lots of cute poses for pictures, including literally diving in face first into his cake. I am sure Steph will post pictures of that tomorrow. Hilarious!
And I will have to take a picture of the quilt thus far, and update pics as I get it finished. I think it would be fun to make more quilts, and I would love to get a small frame like Mom's, but her's is about $70. *gasp* It snaps together, with small pieces to hold the quilt onto it. You can only quilt about 3 square feet at a time, but that's fine with me! Takes up less space in the living room! Mom might not get it back... :-)
I was able to get some cake decorating stuff for Marie's birthday which was last week, she loved it! A decorating book with just about all the info she will ever need. And some new tips and a case to keep them in.
And Thomas absolutely loved the dump truck we gave him. Back and forth. Back and forth. I saw it in the store and it just about jumped off the shelf and into my cart and said "Buy me, please! I want to go play with your nephew!" Well, what else could I do but oblige the lonely little dump truck. Most of it's friends were already gone, and I just felt sorry for the poor thing. Thomas and the dump truck seem to have hit it off already.
It was nice to sit and enjoy my family for a while. Mark was on call for work and couldn't come with us. It was a very boring, quiet day for him here at home, he said. I missed him, partly because I don't get to see him much during the week, and partly because I could have used an extra pair of hands keeping children contained in the various stores. *wink*
You know when you visit somewhere, it never fails that you leave at least one thing? Or is that just me...? I was being so careful to make sure I had everything, and was about to walk out the door when Janelle noticed the bag on the counter. It had all the quilt stuff I had just bought, plus all the square cutouts for the next row I need to sew! Thank you, Janelle! That would be a bad thing to leave. And then after I gave Mom a hug goodbye, she gave a little yelp and said I still needed the frame thing. Ha ha, that was one of the reasons I had gone up there in the first place! And I was about to drive off without it! Thank you, Mom, for having a working brain, because mine was out of order tonight.
I am pretty sure that I brought everything home with me, although it was a close call. The boys had a lot of fun, I ate some amazing peanut butter frosting, courtesy of Stephanie. Thomas gave lots of cute poses for pictures, including literally diving in face first into his cake. I am sure Steph will post pictures of that tomorrow. Hilarious!
And I will have to take a picture of the quilt thus far, and update pics as I get it finished. I think it would be fun to make more quilts, and I would love to get a small frame like Mom's, but her's is about $70. *gasp* It snaps together, with small pieces to hold the quilt onto it. You can only quilt about 3 square feet at a time, but that's fine with me! Takes up less space in the living room! Mom might not get it back... :-)
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