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Show & Tell (Brag)
20 Feb
Cherry Pie conceived of this Valentine Box idea, designed and created it with no help from me (Except that I provided the materials she requested.)
Note how candy can be put right in the doll’s “hand.”
The other hand is for cards that won’t fit in the tube.
Cherry Pie trying out having a fake hand.
Pumpkin Pie & Peach Pie all dressed up for Valentine’s Day.
Peach Pie made that card for me. It reads “You are my humming bird”
Super Y to the Rescue
16 JanI got to be the damsel in distress yesterday.
Yesterday morning I left the house with Cutie Pie & Baby Dumpling. I had several errands to run, including Baby Dumpling’s next round of immunizations. It was super cold, so I bundled us all in coats, which sometimes I don’t do, because it is such a hassle. Boy, I’m glad we had our coats. We headed to the doctor’s office in a town about 20 minutes away, when suddenly the radio in the car went dead. I recalled that the DH had mentioned that the battery light was on a couple days ago.
The radio going dead seemed like a bad sign to me, and not wanting to get stranded at the doctor’s office, I decided to turn around and go home and just reschedule the appointment.
About that time the engine died, so I just coasted over onto the shoulder of the road. We were just barely outside of town, so I called my sister to come pick us up. Then I called my State Farm Insurance Agent (who happens to be my sister’s husband) and he recommended a towing company and an auto shop (cause I don’t know nothin’ ’bout that stuff.) Because I pay and extra 60 cents a month, I have Roadside Assistance with my insurance, and so State Farm pays for the towing company. So worth it.
The tow truck got to me before my sister did and offered for us to sit in his warm truck cab while he hooked up the car.
Cutie Pie announced, “I like to sit in someone’s warm truck!” She also informed him that she was potty trained and that her mommy liked for her to be happy. Good information to share.
Baby Dumpling screamed her head off most of the whole time, unless I let her hold my cell phone. You can imagine what it sounded like when I was trying to call the tow company.
Then my sister showed up:
State Farm Van
I think it’s marvelous that the State Farm Van rescued me from the side of the road.
This is my nephew. When he found out that he was getting in the van to go rescue Auntie GlowWorm, he insisted on wearing his super cape.
To The Rescue
Thanks for the rescue, Super Y.
After my sister picked me up, we stopped by her husband’s office and he decided to take us out to lunch at my most favorite restaurant in town,
I don’t think that lunch is usually included in Roadside Assistance, but I’m all about getting special privileges that I did nothing to earn. Lunch was tasty.
The car, which needs a new alternator, will be fixed by tonight. So it’s all good.
The Lord Can’t Drive a Parked Car
10 Jan
I’ve felt so uninspired the last 2 weeks. So directionless. Just going through the motions.
I made resolutions and I made a schedule. I’ve known that my major goal for the year is to be more “on purpose” as a mom. I want to have great Family Home Evenings and learning going on every day. I even planned to have a little spiritual thought at breakfast every morning to start the day off right (since we do our scripture reading right after dinner.)
But I couldn’t decide what scriptures to read or what to focus on, so I haven’t done any of it.
This morning after the Kiddie pies got on the bus, and the babies were still asleep (for once), I decided to straighten up the living room and there on the couch was my January copy of the Ensign. I haven’t read a single page out of it yet, so I thought, I’ll just sit down and read an article.
It was just what I needed! A little later the baby woke up and I just kept on reading while I fed her oatmeal. I feel like I’ve gotten this huge shot of energy injected right into my arm.
As I’ve continued cleaning the house this morning, my mind has been overflowing with ideas, and not just ideas for what to focus on teaching my kids. I know what I want to personally study this year in the scriptures–at least where to start. I’ve got ideas for a book I want to write, ideas for projects the house needs, and just
ENTHUSIASM for life!
I’ve accomplished more in 2 hours this morning getting work done as I have in the last 2 days.
The Words of God are Powerful and as soon as I got them inside me, my life got injected with power!
Like my title says, the Lord can’t drive a parked car. I had to get my engine going!
1 Nephi 17:30-31
And notwithstanding they being led, the Lord their God, their Redeemer, going before them, leading them by day and giving light unto them by night, and doing all things for them which were bexpedient for man to receive, they hardened their hearts and blinded their minds, and creviled against Moses and against the true and living God.
31 And it came to pass that according to his word he did adestroy them; and according to his word he did blead them; and according to his word he did do all things for them; and there was not any thing done save it were by his word.
Check out my awesome new pages!
8 JanSomething I’ve wanted to do for awhile is create a shortcut link list for all the recipes and tutorials I’ve posted. Now if you are trying to find a recipe you saw before, you don’t have to scroll through all the posts labeled “food” You can click on the Recipes page and see a nice index.
Or if you’d like to make mittons for your kids and want a free pattern, check out my Tutorials page.
Or if you are languishing in front of your computer with terrible morning sickness and wish somebody would give you some good tips that did not include the words “fruit juice sweetened bran muffins” (courtesy of the Pregnancy Nazis who wrote What to Expect when You’re Expecting) then click on my Surviving Pregnancy tab.
And all my Housecleaning secrets are found under Cleaning tips. Mostly they consist of “Wait until your kids grow up.”
You’re Welcome.
5
Dec
If you’ve been looking for the post that will have your emotions seesawing between laughter and desperate envy, look no further. Here it is. Wouldn’t I love to be a part of the internet glitterati. ( also the author is my cousin’s husband so I’m just going to bask in the glow of being able to claim that I’m related to the 1%)
I always knew that someday I would make it into the 1%. I have been aiming to be a part of it since the day I arrived off the boat with just a suitcase in my hand. Unfortunately, I am not talking about my adjusted gross income, which according to the IRS still puts me right amongst the riffraff, or for the true 1%, “rif et raf,” meaning “one and all” in French. But, now that I have 100Mb broadband speeds to my home, I can boldly claim to be part of the new 1% internet glitterati, which is almost as good.
If you don’t believe that internet speed is the new status symbol, replacing both the BMW and paid-off mortgage to let people know that you have arrived, just look at how the Washington liberal elite are making the National Broadband Plan their new priority. The current administration has…
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NaNoWriMo Update
5 Nov400 words. I hate my plot. It is the worst ever and if I did finish it, I would die of shame to have my family/friends read it.
Why I hate “Chopped”
14 Sep**Warning. Enormous Self-Pity Party follows. You may just want to click away and come back later.**
Everyone is a critic these days. And my family seems to think I’m some kind of gourmet chef hopeful that they need to guide in the right direction.
At the dinner table last night, this is what I heard:
I didn’t really like the apple pie; the apples were too chewy.
Seriously? I just made 100% from scratch apple pie with apples I picked from a tree myself, whole wheat flour & butter in the crust, and the ONLY thing that can be said for it is “the apples were too chewy”?
Why didn’t they just say:
You know how you spent all day on your feet today cutting up apples and blanching them and canning them in glass jars in all their beautiful caramel brown glory? And you know how you got all hot and sweaty because there isn’t even a fan in the kitchen, let alone A/C, and your back aches and your shoulders ache and your neck aches from stirring apples & sugar & spices together?
Yeah, that was all wasted.
And those 11 quarts of apple pie filling on the shelf? Don’t want them.
If your family isn’t as picky as mine and you like apple pie and want to can your own filling, there is a wonderful tutorial here that will take you step by step through the process. May you have better luck than I. Maybe I’ve set the bar too high for myself and that is why my family is hard to please. Maybe if we ate HamburgerHelper and Spaghetti O’s every night and the only pie they ever got was made by Walmart, they’d appreciate food more. I’m off to read out of my The Joy of Cooking cookbook because I’ve lost the joy and I need to find it again.
Marvelous Pigs in Satin 