Tuesday, September 25, 2007

This and That

Time to post, as a friend reminded me earlier this week...she came to visit, and saw I hadn't updated in a while.

Wish I had current pictures of our babies to show you, but you can see them at Jack's Mama (link on the sidebar). They are gaining weight and plumping out. I swear, they are so pretty! They remind me of their mama when she was born, except for the masses of dark hair. Eyebrows are nonexistant, and their eyelashes are very light, so I'm wondering if the dark hair will be replaced by something lighter as they grow.

Mama has me knitting little caps for them. It takes a few hours to make one. That's probably because I watch tv while I knit. So, Jack's Christmas stocking has been put on hold, although I did get a few stitches in over the weekend. It should be done by Christmas, though.

The school year is off and running. In fact, it feels like nothing but running--there is just so much to be done. Public school is a busy place.

Last week we had supper at McD's so Jack could play and work off some energy. He decided to ride home with me, and as I buckled him into his carseat he said, "Listen, yaya, we gotta talk about my damn school." Honest--I don't know where that came from! We have learned to be very careful around Jack-the-child-tape-recorder. At any rate, gasping to control my laughter, I asked him, "What about your school, Jack?" "Well," he said, "there's just so many things to be done." Then he changed the subject. He doesn't go to daycare anymore, so this was completely out of the blue. He's right, though. There are a great many things to be done at school.

Payday is coming, and so is Christmas. I'll need to be thinking gifts over the next two months, and planning for the nearly-annual trip to Houston. Christmas with those little guys (and their parents), is an exciting experience!

Sunday, September 9, 2007

Who, me?

NerdTests.com says I'm a Kinda Dorky Non-Nerd. What are you?

Monday, September 3, 2007


We knew for a week or two that there was a hive somewhere on the back porch. SIL said it was in one of the cardboard boxes stored out there, so I bought a can of wasp/bee killer and fearlessly went out to take down the bees.

As I peered over one box to look into the next I inadvertently disrupted the flying family. Suddenly bees were swarming everywhere around me and attacking with vengeance. Flailing my arms, waving, swatting -- none of that kept me from being stung at least five times. At last I made my way back into the house in a near panic. I am grateful that I don't have allergies to bee stings.

Last night Cassie and Brett came over and sprayed the nest. By bedtime, the backdoor screen was covered with bees. Would this nightmare never end? This morning they are mostly dead, with small, baby bees swarming... I guess we'll attend the hive again tonight. Meanwhile, my stings itch like crazy and make me feel a little insane. I don't dare let Jack out back to play at all.