Friday, October 31, 2008

Happy Birthday To The Man Who Has Everything He Wants Has No Wants

My husband is seriously hard to shop for! The problem is not that he has everything, but that he truly does not want. Yes, I know that is a blessing, but it makes it hard to buy anything for him. He has a roof, a full belly, and clothes to put on everyday. What more could he need?
How about a new coat and hat with our company logo on it to keep him warm while he is slaving away? Good idea.
Happy 40th Birthday, Sebastian.
I Love You.

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Rebuilding New Orleans

For complete description of materials
and how to build it,
please refer to Genesis, chapter 5:14-16

Monday, October 27, 2008

Awards I Have Been Stalling On- A Long Time

The first one just came from Desi @ Neither Rhyme Nor Reason
Thanks, Desi

And these two came from my mom. A few months ago. I know, bad me.

Anyway, since I hate being told what to do, I'm just going to show you all my blog bling and hog it all to myself.

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Thought Provoking

Hebrews 10:23-25 (Today's New International Version)
23 Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for he who promised is faithful. 24 And let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds, 25 not giving up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but encouraging one another—and all the more as you see the Day approaching.

It is interesting how one person can set off a whole chain of thought. My mom posted her 100th post- and I had a little fun with it. And that got my sister, Kris, thinking. I read her post and had to think about it for a whole day before I could comment on it. I think her post is so good that I want you to go read it. Even if you don't have anything to say, I'm sure it will make you think.

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

You Did That How?

I always wonder about the injuries my kids get. Usually I start by asking, "Exactly what were you doing?" as I am reaching for the band aids and end with, "And you expect me to feel bad for you?" I know. I'm not big on sympathy for self inflicted stupidity.

But I expect you to feel sorry for me. You see, we were "Human Bowling" today at MOPs. I was the ball. I strapped my helmet on, knelt down on the skateboard, wrapped my fingers tightly around the board, and hunkered down for impact. And it hurt. Not the head. The fingers that I had wrapped around the END of the skateboard. The ones that got smashed between the board and the pin. Actually, just one. And it still hurts, and it is swollen and a little purple- but definitely not broken.

You would think that that would be bad enough, but no. When I hit the pins I just kept on rolling. Straight through the pins and then through the empty space between the pins and the food booth on the other side of the gym, and then through the caramel apple stand. Then I looked up. To see what I had hit.

It is definitely a shake your head and mumble under your breath moment.

While you're at it, I hijacked my mom's 100th post. Go see what we had to say.

Monday, October 20, 2008

News From My Mom

You all keep asking if I have heard from my mom yet. I finally did this weekend. Here is what she has to say:

Just want to tell everyone we are safe. Arrived Friday night. 36 hours in flight. Grueling. Are going to Kigoma tomorrow. What I have seen so far defies all imagination. Can't take time to tell you now, but am journaling everything so I will be able to share when I get home. I have limited time on the puter, so must sign off.

And then this one came today:

We arrived in Kigoma at about noon today. Am safe with the Stillman's at this time. Are trying to make plans for when we go where. Culture is so different, am having a difficult time seeing the poverty I am seeing. It is a way of life here. We will be going to one of the refugee camps this week sometime. I can see the Congo from the Stillman's front window. They are about 4/5 of the way up the lake from the southern tip. The lake is 400 miles long and 30 to 50 miles wide. They tell me it is the 2nd deepest lake in the world. Kigoma is also right on the border of Tanzania and Burundi. Geography lesson for today.
Flying from Dar es Salaam took about three hours. It took 4.5 hours to fly from Seattle to New York. In all fairness, I was on a prop to Kigoma and a Jet to from Seattle. A difference of about 200 miles per hour.
Chuck, I still have had all of the Toilet Paper I need. Will see how things are once we get to the camps. I think we will go to one of them this week. Are getting only one day in each, had hoped for more but the officials say that since they are being sent back to Congo they do not need visitors any more. Whew, the corruption is amazing.
I am taking as many pictures as I can, but I have to be careful as so many places do not want you to photograph them and some of the people are insulted if you photo them also. I always ask before I do.

Friday, October 17, 2008

The Ladies

Hot Tub Lizzie calls her girls "The Ladies."
I think this is a fitting description. So I'm stealing it.

Anyway, last night The Ladies and I went out to do a little shopping (Would you people stop having birthdays already? It's getting expensive!) and we found ourselves in the utopia that is Target. We wandered. And wandered. And wandered. And finally we found ourselves in the dishes. Now, you know where they keep all the kitchen gadgets? Yeah, that's one of my favorite displays. So Libby spies these babies:

And squeals out in delight, "Mom, look at these teeny pans!"
After 5 kids, it's really hard not to wet yourself when one of them says something so funny!

Later in the check out line, Abby decides to buy herself some Ice Breakers. Yeah.
Have you ever stood in line behind one of those dear, sweet ladies who is so old that if they move more than 3 inches per minute they will literally crack and flake apart? Those same ladies who will dig for exact change for the $3.72 purchase they are making -in pennies? The same ones who have purses as big as barns- and just as full?
Well, Abigail happens to have a tiny purse. Crammed full of stuff. And change.

Funny Pics / Grandma Fight

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Remember To Pray, Please

I just called my mom to say goodbye.
They are on their way to Africa.
You can visit their website by clicking on the link in my sidebar.

Saturday, October 11, 2008

I Wonder If They Will Remember...

...That this is the second cake I baked,

Because the first one ended up being a ship wreck instead of a pirate ship.

...That I ran them to the second hand store AND did a load of wash on the day of thier party,

So they could all be dressed up as pirates.

...That we fed them well,
And sang off key.

...That we invited friends,

And family so they could have a happy birthday.

Or, maybe they'll just remember how much we love them.

Happy Birthday, Caleb.

Love, Mom, Dad, Jesse, Libby, Abby, Jonah,

Papa and Grandma, Seachelle, Cannyn, Brystan, and Chris.

Thursday, October 9, 2008

Anybody Need Some Excitement? Come On Over!

Tonight I decided to take Jesse and go out for a while to do some birthday stuff. Jesse has a birthday party to go to during the day tomorrow, Caleb's birthday party is tomorrow evening, and my niece's birthday party is on Sunday. Somehow, our quick and dirty escape was foiled and we ended up with the other 2 boys as well. I was not excited. Not yet.

The excitement came when we got home. I had only just walked in the door and set my few groceries on the counter when I heard my husband's muffled voice. It sounded like he said, "We have a problem down here." And it sounded like he was laying on the floor. I knew his back had been hurting him when he got home from work, so I went to see if that problem was his back.

I rounded the corner and nearly fell over Sebastian. Yes, he was on the floor. No, it didn't appear to be his back. He was peering under our stairs.

"Um, what did you say?"

"I said we have a possum down here."

"How did it get under there? Be careful. They bite. They carry diseases. Kids, move! Stand on the steps! Honey!" I was losing my cool.

"Don't worry it's just a baby. It crawled up from the hole in the floor."

"The one in the kitchen?" The one that used to vent the dryer in the laundry room that is no longer there. That bothersome hole right in the middle of the walkway where Jonah was dangling his foot earlier this evening?! That same hole that I can't keep covered no matter what I tape over it? You mean that hole?!

"Yes. Could you help me, I'm going to try to push it out. Somehow."

MacGuyver SuperSebastian finally rigged up a noose on a really long pole with a climbing rope, a caribiner, and some duct tape. He managed to slip it around his baby possum and began to drag it from under the stairs. I got one look at that thing's hand/paw and flipped my lid.


Meanwhile as he is dragging that possum out from under the stairs it is hissing and grabbing at the noose and fighting for all it is worth. I wish it had just played possum- but no. I smacked a garbage pail over Mr. Possum and we managed to drag that thing out the door, down the walk, and let it go in the street. Now that was exciting!

I used some duct tape to tape two layers over the hole and then topped it off with a sturdy piece of cardboard. That ought to hold for a few days....

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

The $.69/lb Cure For Warts

As moms we do our best to care for our children. We love them, feed them, read to them, tickle them, kiss them, and tuck them in bed each night. And, when they need it, we take them to the doctor.
We each have our threshold for “need” in that regard. I for one, will let them snot it out, let the fever burn off the germs, and know that the cough will likely go away soon. I hope. Warts are a different story. They are gross, icky, nasty, and did you know they are a virus, and therefore contagious?
In the past, with the bigger boys, have taken them to the doctor to have those little buggers burned off- to a tune of $130 each visit. OK. I think I mentioned that warts are gross and contagious. This summer we dealt with another bout of warts with our girls and our baby boy. All three of them had plantar warts. We took them each to the doctor for a treatment or two. Those darn warts would not go away.
We farmed our kids out for a weekend early in the summer, and we left our youngest son with my sister for the weekend. She is the one who taught me the $.69/lb cure. You probably already have everything you need.

First, feed your child a banana just before they brush their teeth before bed.
Second, cut a small piece of banana peel just big enough to cover the wart.
Third, place peel over the wart with the inside to the skin and tape in place with medical tape If the wart is in a tricky spot, use Coban tape, which sticks to itself but not the skin, to wrap as much of the area as needed to keep the banana peel in place.
Fourth, put your child to bed.
Fifth, in the morning, remove the banana peel, but don’t wash the area. IT WILL LOOK GROSS. If it will be visible and this will bother you, cover it loosely with a band-aid.
Sixth, After bath time, buff lightly with a foot file and start over.

After about a week, you should be able to file the wart right off.
We have had some really nasty and difficult warts that would not respond to any other treatment disappear within a week.
I have just saved you a few co-pays. You’re welcome.

Monday, October 6, 2008


**I found an old book of poetry. I think I wrote this about 15 years ago.**

In this chasm of my mind
Where daydreams often form,
I sit and think of future
And days still yet unborn.
My mind is laying tracks
that can never be retraced,
and what those tracks may fall on
can never be replaced.
My steps fell in with yours
As we met along the way,
And for that very reason
I just wanted to say,
"Welcome to my chasm
My daydreams belong to you
Please keep them safe and secure for me
each is a treasure new."
Join me on my journey
As through my mind I pass,
And walk the path that fate has laid
Until our very last.

Blogger's Block

It's not that I haven't been busy. I've just been in a funk and I didn't want to drag you along for the ride. My monthly friend is concluding her visit, though, and I am always happy when she comes :0, and happier when she goes. Since I am coming out of my blue haze, I will share with you some of what I have been up to.


I ran into this blog a while ago. Actually, my mom sent me there. BlackEyedSue creates some of the most fabulous hair designs on her ever patient daughters. Luckily for me I, too, have guinea pigs. Half of them are even willing participants!

I have been wanting to try this hairstyle since I saw it.

It received rave reviews.

Apples Coming Out Of Our Ears

Well, not really. Actually, they came out of our tree and the one across the street where nobody lives. On Saturday I enlisted my children to help me strip the trees before the apples fell to the ground and rotted.

After the kids picked the apples I got to work. We made 2 gallons of apple cider to take to my nephew's birthday party. And I made applesauce. Much applesauce. I don't think I'm going to have to buy any apple sauce this year....

Halfway there.

All Done!

The pink applesauce is from the tree across the street with red apples, the green comes from our green apples.

And this jar is where the two meet.

More Preserving

We also have a HUGE Italian prune tree in our yard that was dropping prunes like crazy.
We (By "we" I really mean Sebastian) picked as many as possible and I made 2 HUGE batches of plum butter.

Sunday, October 5, 2008

I've Been Needing To

Mop my bedroom floor.
Tonight I finally got the right motivation-
When Abigail leaned off the edge of my bed
And PUKED on it.