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The Working Parents’ Olympics


Hi Everyone!

I have, a little to my surprise, found that I miss the Olympics, both the competition and the pageantry.  So, to fill this void in my television watching life (at least during those moments when I’m not watching football) I want to propose a new set of Olympic games – the Working Parents’ Olympics.  There are several interesting events that we could use to start them off.

Road Rage = Automatic Disqualification from the Event!

The first event would be “Rush Hour Racing.”  Contestants begin at various points equidistant from the race’s end at the height of morning rush hour (for the qualifying heats) at the major city closest to the Olympic venue, with the finish line in the very heart of the city’s business district.  To provide a challenging twist, the race for the gold is held during Friday afternoon rush hour preceding a three-day weekend and is run from the business district to the suburbs.  There would be time penalties given to contestants for road rage, swearing and any unfair tactics imposed on innocent drivers, but a contestant could also receive time deductions for successful management of stress as well as creative, productive uses of rush hour time.

The Commuter Cup Event

Another competition that would draw good TV ratings would be the commuter’s cup.  Each contestant is required to receive a car load of eight children with eight different activities to attend scattered across the Olympic venue.  The task is to deliver the children on time to each activity; a contestant is automatically disqualified from the final round if the drive and delivery exceeds 45 minutes, tops.  The winner is the one that, in the final race, delivers the children to each designated activity in the least amount of time.  Shamelessly exploiting America’s inexplicable and insatiable appetite for reality TV, each car will be provided with a hidden video camera.  To make the commuter cup races more realistic,  two of the eight children must be related to each other, and there is at least one child secretly assigned the role of whiner and another secretly assigned the role of instigator.

Grocery Shopping Relay

One of the more challenging events would be the Grocery Store Relays.  These races have both 400 and 800 meter races.  The 400 meter teams are teams of 4, while the 800 meter teams consist of 8 parents.  Each member of each team must complete a grocery shopping run in the shortest amount of time possible.  Each lap of the relay includes a shopping list, $100.00 in spending money and two children, although the ages of the children vary with each lap.  To add the element of chance, during at least one lap of each relay, randomly determined by drawing and hidden from the contestants, at least one child will demand an unexpected bathroom break.

The 1st lap includes a 1 and 2-year-old, the 2nd lap must be completed with a 3 and 4-year-old, the 3rd lap contestant races with a 5 and 6-year-old and (in the last lap for the 400 meter racers), the 4th lap comes complete with a 7 and 8-year-old.   In an effort to challenge the racers in the longer competition, the 5th lap will continue with two children, a 9 and 10-year-old, while the last three laps include on one child, but with additional circumstances.  The 6th leg of the 800 meter relay must be completed with an 11-year-old girl interested in leaving the store with one of everything she sees, whether she needs it or not, while the 7th leg includes a tired 12-year-old girl or boy barely willing to move.  Finally, the 8th lap must be completed with a hungry 13-year-old boy in the middle of a growth spurt – this situation challenges the contestants’ patience and wallet in one fell swoop!

Multi-Tasking Muddle

In an effort to bring some sense of realism to these games, another competition is the “Multi-tasking Muddle,” where contestants are placed at various work sites with tasks to complete, some work related, some family related.  The tasks require different skills to complete them, ranging from negotiation skills to typing skills to budgeting.  All of the tasks must be completed in less than one hour; the first contestant who finishes with the fewest mistakes wins the gold.

Preparing for Synchronized Sorting

An event that will bring fun to one of the most boring activities on the household chores list is that of “Synchronized Sorting.”  A cross between crewing and synchronized swimming, synchronized sorting requires teams of four parents to sort through a large pile of dirty laundry in rhythm, in a recognizable pattern,  and as fast as possible – as a team event, the winner is the team that performs the best routine in the least time possible.

Sample Cooking Contest Entry

The next event, which will be scored based not upon time but skill and presentation, is the Menu Planning/Cooking Medley.  This contest, somewhat like the “Iron Chef” competition, but more reality based, requires each contestant to plan three consecutive dinner meals from a prescribed list of ingredients.  Each meal must be able to be prepared in 30 minutes or less using only the ingredients provided to each contestant.  Take-out is not allowed.  The ingredients will vary.  For example, one person may receive three apples, four pork chops, ketchup, pickles, flour and corn, while someone else may receive a head of lettuce, 1 pound of hamburger, ketchup, six peaches, 12 tomatoes and rice.  Contestants receive scores based on originality, acceptability to young children and spouses, presentation and time.

The final event in this first edition of the Working Parents’ Olympics provides the excitement of a ping-pong table tennis event with the tension of a scored event such as gymnastics – this is the “Arena of Argument Event.”  Teams of parents will compete with teams of children.  There will be different areas covered, such “Room-Cleaning,” “House-keeping,” “Attending Other Events,” and “Activities Beyond Years.”  There also will be different age levels – after all, arguing with a two-year old (which bears a suspicious resemblance to arguing with a computer, except that the computer cries less and reasons more) is very different from arguing with a 13-year-old!  Scores are based upon creativity of argument, tone (the less hateful and heated, the better), lack of sarcasm and use of humor.  A parental contestant is disqualified if he or she uses the rejoinder “Because I said so” while a child contestant is disqualified if he or she stomps a foot or makes a fist declaring, “You just don’t understand!”  Each round of argument  is restricted to three minutes.

I think that would be enough to cure my current Olympic void.  What other events might you like to see, and which do you think you would be the best at?

Have a good day everyone!

Nancy

What I Learned Over Summer Vacation


Good morning Everyone!

Sun, Summer

From ClickArt Online, by Broderbund

My mini-summer vacation and Kayla’s full summer vacation came to an end on Monday, and so I thought I’d share what I learned over my summer vacation.

Morning, wake up

From ClickArt Online, by Broderbund

1) I like not having to get up before 6 a.m.

Multi-tasking, work

From ClickArt Online, by Broderbund

2) Work expands to fill the time available for it.

3)  Planning is essential, even when you’re off.  Otherwise nothing gets done.

Moving Dolly, Moving Boxes

From ClickArt Online, by Broderbund

4) A six-week mini-break definitely helps when you are moving into one house and getting another ready to sell.

Tearing Out Hair

From ClickArt Online, by Broderbund

5) A parent can come up with multiple, innovative ways to discipline a 10-year-old, and the 10-year-old can still come up with multiple, innovative ways to drive the parent over the edge.

6) Kayla works very well with animals; both Darwin and Mandy are much better behaved at the end of this summer than they were at the beginning and it is all due to her training.  Mandy still grazes counters at will and Darwin still likes to chew, though!

Holding Hands

From ClickArt Online, by Broderbund

7) My little girl is growing up way too fast.  I”m glad she’s still willing to hold hands.

Different Rhythms

From ClickArt Online, by Broderbund

8) Stay at home parents work as hard as parents who work outside the home.  It’s just that the rhythms of the jobs are different.

9) Even off work, the temperatures in July and August in Alabama vary between miserable and intolerable. 

Dog Smiling

From ClickArt Online, by Broderbund

10) The dogs like having me home during the day.

11) I don’t mind hanging around with myself, after all.

Siesta, Nap, Snooze

From ClickArt Online, by Broderbund

12) I didn’t take a nap everyday like I thought I would!

From ClickArt Online, by Broderbund

13) Farmville is a lot of fun, but it takes way too much time to play.

14) Picking up is even more important in a small house than in a large house.

From ClickArt Online, by Broderbund

15) Your friends at work are still your friends even when you’re off work.

From ClickArt Online, by Broderbund

16)  Cooking is not my calling.

Have a great day everyone!

Nancy

How Not To Sew In 10 Easy Steps


Good morning Everyone!

I made a trip to the fabric store yesterday.  The only place I like to shop at more than the fabric store is the craft store, which is why I try to limit my visits to both.

Sew

From Print Shop Professional 2.0

I would love to tell you how to sew, but I find I am better at explaining how NOT to sew.  Following any one, or all, of these 10 steps will ensure that, sooner or later, you will have attempted and failed to make an item of clothing that you can wear. Lest you be afraid that I am not speaking with authority, let me hasten to assure you that I have committed each one of these mistakes at one time or another in my 32 year career as an intermittent seamstress hobbyist.

Pattern Maker, sewing

Not This Kind of Pattern Maker!

1)  Fail to remember the name of the pattern maker. 

This one works especially well if you purchased fabric some time ago, picked out a pattern and now find that you need a different sized pattern.  Kind of like automobiles in America used to have the Big Three, in sewing, there are what I think of as “The Big Four” – Simplicity, McCall’s, Butterick and Vogue.   Here is an example to help you visualize how properly to perform this step.  I have two different kinds of seersucker fabric that I would like to use to make a short/top outfit.  When I bought the fabric a couple of years ago, I selected pattern 4097 to go with it.  Yesterday, I noticed that it now appears that I need a different size pattern 4097.  I spent several minutes at the pattern store confirming that Simplicity 4097 no longer is available, only to discover when I got home that it was McCall’s 4097 that I needed, thereby delaying the construction of the garments further.

Confusion

From Print Shop Professional 2.0

2)  Do not pay close attention to what you are doing while shopping. 

Upon entering the fabric store of your choice, enter the same kind of trance that I enter in a craft store, where I come out of Nirvana with little memory of the past hour, and suddenly realize that in that time I have purchased a latchhook kit, a “how to knit” book for the 30th time and a picture frame that I have no picture for.  (I don’t do latchhook, can’t seem to learn how to knit – it’s making the second row that seems to defeat me – and normally only buy picture frames that fit pictures that I want to hang.)  Doing this in a fabric store greatly aids you in completing steps 3-6 along with ensuring that you walk out of the store with $100 worth of a smashing burgundy swirled taffeta fabric for which you have no use.

Pins, sewing

3)   Assume that pattern sizes are the same as ready to wear sizes.

This step will ensure that your clothing will not fit.  The sizes aren’t even close.   A pattern size that fits is usually at least four sizes higher than the size you would buy at a department store.  Pattern makers never bought into vanity sizing.

Scissors, Pin Cushion. Buttons, thread, tape measure

4)  Don’t bring your measurements with you.

Hey, I’m with you on this step.  I know it is much more comfortable just guessing at how many inches wide your bust, waistline and hip is.  Doing so has the added benefit of ensuring that you buy a pattern that is not going to fit you when it’s done.  You really get triple bonus points for this manner of not sewing, because you not only end up with something you can’t use, you also get to put in all the time and effort into sewing the garment before you realize it.  In the unlikely event that you want a garment you can wear when it’s finished, bring your (updated, true) measurements to the fabric store for pattern selection, even if you have to store them in an underground dungeon guarded by a dragon and two trolls to conceal them from the rest of the world the rest of the time.

Confusion

From Print Shop Professional 2.0

5) Believe Vogue patterns when they say a pattern is easy. 

Vogue labels its patterns in terms of difficulty.  The other three of the big four do so with at least some of their patterns.  However, unlike the other three, Vogue’s idea of easy is very different from a beginner’s idea of easy.  I have begun to think that perhaps by “easy” they mean “easy for an accomplished career seamstress.”  Or maybe it just means “easy for anyone else except you, Nancy.”  For those few people who actually want to end up with a garment they can wear, you are pretty safe with Vogue’s “pretty easy” or lower ratings.

My Seersucker Short Stash – Try saying that three times fast!

6) Buy the fabric amount listed for a smaller size. 

I am a pro at doing this.  The back of a pattern contains a wealth of information, and does it in two different languages.  This means that the chart listing the needed amounts of fabric is very crowded and it is easy to select the wrong fabric size for the garment.  In addition, this step has the added benefit of being unfixable, since the fabric normally has sold out between the time you bought it and the time you discover the mistake.  For those few wishing to avoid such a mistake, the pen is your friend – circle the correct size and fabric amount on the garment before you start looking for fabric.

My Sunday Go To Meeting Scissors, with a case to ensure that no one but me uses them!

7) Use the wrong layout for the pattern size you need, and cut out part of it before you notice your mistake. 

Sewing patterns show you how to lay the various pattern pieces out before cutting.  However, to minimize the amount of fabric needed, a pattern will normally present several different layouts.  It also matters whether you have purchased a fabric 44 – 45″ wide or 58-60″ wide.  The best way for this mistake to occur is to use the 58-60″ layout for a 44-45″ wide fabric, and do it for an incorrect size.  44-45″ fabric is never big enough to complete a 58-60″ layout.  For those few who might care to avoid this mistake, remember your mantra – the pen is your friend.  Circle the correct layout(s) before you begin to place and cut out pattern pieces.

Brother Sewing Machine

My Sewing Machine

8) Use someone else’s sewing machine. 

Sewing machines have a life and a mind of their own.  They adopt one primary owner and throw the rest of us under the bus.  It was at least 15 years before my mother’s machine reconciled itself to the fact that her children would be using it also.  Until then, each of us faced a myriad of tangled threads, knots and machine malfunctions while our mother never faced one.  Mom recently gave it to my sister, who had to remind it at one point that it was not going to get to go back home to Mom, so it might as well reconcile itself to her.  I’m not sure it has done so.

My Gingher Scissors Are Perfect for Step 9.

9) Trim seams recklessly and with abandon. 

Picture the Swedish Chef meets  “Sewing with Nancy.”

Black lab, crazy Dog

With Darwin around, we don’t need to borrow a lab puppy.

10) Leave the garment lying around carelessly. 

If, in spite of your best efforts, you end up with a garment that you can wear, there is one last-ditch effort you can try to be sure that you are “not” sewing.  It does require an extra ingredient – at least one animal that likes to chew.  If you don’t have one, borrow a friend’s Labrador puppy, age 1 or older.  Leave the garment somewhere where the animal can easily reach it, and go away.  The outfit will be destroyed in about 10 minutes, tops.

Sew, Sewing Tools

From Print Shop Professional 2.0

And so there you have it, ladies and gentlemen – How Not to Sew in 10 Easy Steps.

Have a great weekend!

Nancy

Scary Deer; Sinister Squirrels!


Good morning Everyone!

Kayla was talking to me this morning about seeing three doe on the side of the road the other evening grazing, which reminded me about Kayla’s traumatic deer incident.

Doe Grazing

One Doe Grazing

Not many children carry a fear of deer, I realize, but I can trace this particular fear, which has only recently resolved, to a house-hunting expedition when she was almost five.  We were in a small town looking at houses, when we walked into one split-level ranch-style home with two bedrooms in what most people would think of as a basement area.

In one bedroom, someone apparently had thought it would be funny to take a deer head that was mounted to hang on a wall and instead tuck it neatly into a bed in the room.

Mounted Deer Head on Wall

A Mounted Deer Head on a Wall, where a Mounted Deer Head is Supposed to Reside!

That someone was not parent to an almost five-year old named Kayla.  She entered the room, and started to tremble all over.  Once we finally figured out what she was scared of, we scooted her out of there in a hurry, only to be told by her that she was certain that she saw the deer wink at her, and she could see its hooves in the bed peeking out at her!

Have you ever tried to reason with a four-year old?  I don’t recommend it, unless it is on a critical, concrete safety issue such as not playing with the stove or electrical plugs.  Apparently, a four-year old can understand avoidance of pain, but not logic with respect to the fact that mounted deer heads are not alive and do not have legs.

Ever since that day, any house hunting expedition or discussion of buying a house is prefaced by her trembling query, “But not the deer house, Mama.  Right?”

The Squirrel

I personally am not nearly as afraid of mounted deer heads as I am of the kamikaze squirrels that live along the roads that lead to our house.  I do not know what possesses these squirrels, but they run across the road recklessly regardless of approaching  vehicles.  Usually, in the spring time, you have one or two young squirrels that unfortunately are not smart enough to realize that running across the road, especially immediately in front of approaching cars,  is generally not good for a squirrel’s health,  but this spring, in our town, I have seen very large, healthy older squirrels skittle across the road without the slightest hesitation while I hit the brakes with all my might, steer to the side, swing my right arm out across Kayla’s chest as if my arm can protect her if neither the seat belt nor the air bag do, and pray that I miss the squirrel as well as the hill  on my side of the road.  The squirrels may not be suffering any anxiety from their lifestyle, but it’s about to give me nightmares!

Squirrel

A Squirrel Posted On Surveillance

All of which makes me wonder if, instead of simply comfortable but slightly stupid squirrels, my neighborhood is populated by evil squirrels hatching a sinister plot to take over the neighborhood through forcing every vehicle in it to wreck, thereby requiring the residents of the Sherwood Forest neighborhood (no lie, that is my neighborhood’s name) to have to walk everywhere. And after our neighborhood, what lies next for the squirrels?  The town, the county, the state, the country and then the world!   This theory is bolstered by the (out of neighborhood/out of county) squirrel that lies in wait for Mark on his way to work every day, ready to scurry across the road immediately in front of his car as soon as the squirrel sees it.

Maybe that’s why dogs always want to chase squirrels…

Have a great day everyone!

Nancy

Unpacking


Good morning Everyone!

Going on even a mini-vacation is fun; bringing everything back to normal after the mini-vacation – not so much.

Destin harbor’s dunes

Last week, we went down to Destin for the last half of the week, as we do most Junes around Father’s Day.  I have a professional meeting that is usually held that weekend, and this year was no exception.

Our trip lasted three days plus traveling time.  Packing and getting the dogs to the kennel and all the other things that are involved in traveling took about four hours, along with a five-hour driving time.  Getting everything back to normal after the trip took….Well, let’s just say we’re not there yet.

I don’t know why, but it appears to be a rule of nature (or more properly, a rule of my nature) that if the suitcase is not unpacked the day I arrive home the moment it is brought in from the car, a significant period of time elapses before it gets unpacked.  Three days after we have returned from the trip, it is still sitting in the middle of the floor, daring me to do something about it.  Apparently, my subconscious idea to use it as an auxiliary bureau drawer indefinitely will not work out – it currently is taking up enough room in our bedroom that I am going to have to break down and put some shoes back in my closet when I take them off at night or we won’t be able to walk around the bedroom.  (See, The Longest Walk.)

That won’t do at all, now, will it?

Boots and Shoes

Have a great day everyone!

Nancy

“Somewhere Safe”


Good morning Everyone!

Pens

I have long known that someday I will open a closet door, and in a manner akin to Fibber McGee’s closet, every pen I have ever lost will come cascading out of it onto my head, at which time I will have the fortunate opportunity to practice self-restraint by NOT swearing, but rather observing , “Behold, my head hath just been struck by one thousand three hundred seventy-eight pens in less than five seconds.”

Fibber McGee's Closer

Fibber McGee’s Closet

What I have recently discovered is that the contents of the closet will not only include pens but all of the items that I have stored “somewhere safe” over the years, only to discover when I needed an item that “somewhere safe” was so safe that it even protected the item from me.

The frustrating thing about “somewhere safe” is that once I start looking for a particular item that resides there, I see the item in my mind’s eye, and have the nagging feeling that if I just thought a little bit harder I could find its secure hiding place.

Safe

Somewhere safe?

The latest in a long list of items that I can’t seem to put my hands on is the card reader which will read Mark’s Nikon camera card.  When I was searching for the download cable, which I never found, I ran across it, and I could have sworn (another feature of “somewhere safe”) that I placed it with the other download cables that didn’t work.  It’s not there now, though.

Alien, Remote

Alien with his sinister experiment remote control

I do wonder where the pens and other stuff are being hidden until that grand glorious day when they all shower themselves upon me from Fibber McGee’s closet’s first cousin – Shangri-La, where a couple of bored monks are making life merry by watching me hunt for items they have “borrowed” through a hidden camera?  Maybe they are being stored in a secret vault buried deep in a missile silo in Nebraska or Montana as part of a secret government conspiracy.  Maybe they are being abducted by aliens as part of a sinister experiment with purpose unknown.   (Exactly how many ways can you use a plethora of pens and papers, sprinkled through with loose screws, a card reader, several books, twelve magazines and at least three chew toys?)  Maybe they are being stolen and stored by a doomsayer anxious to survive the days after the apocalypse with enough pens to see him or her through.  All I know for sure is that they can’t possibly be disappearing because I simply lose them.

Until the answers are revealed, if they ever are, open your closets with care.  I’d hate it if you got injured opening my “safe” storage cabinet by mistake.

Have a great day!

Nancy

Our New Home


Hi Everyone!

As I told you in an earlier post, Catching Up, we have been in the process of moving from our old house to a house in the town where I work.  I’m not ready to take pictures of the inside yet as it stands now, since we’re still working on it, but I thought I’d share the following pictures I took of the house when we were looking at it, deciding whether we would rent it or not.

I am not sure how far the reach of HGTV is, but for those of you who are familiar with Househunters and Househunters International and the various other types of Househunter shows, there really aren’t too many original ways to show someone a house.  I used to wonder why people on the show couldn’t say something more original than “Oh, look, here’s the kitchen” when they walked in the kitchen.  I know now it’s because our brains are hard-wired somehow to do it  – when you walk in a kitchen on a house tour, the words just pop out of your mouth.  That being said, let’s start our tour…

House Front and Front Yard

Our New House, a view of the front yard and front of the house.

I was extremely fortunate to get to look at the house when some of the spring flowers were still blooming.  Here is a view just of the front yard from the side of house.

Front Yard

Front Yard

The dogwoods were still in bloom. One of the best things about the front yard is the number of trees that are in it. The trees in the front yard include several very tall pines, as well as the dogwoods and then a mix of hardwoods off to the left side.

Here is the first room in the house, at least for company. The door standing open is the front door of the house. We are using it as a living room/den.

The wooden floored portion of the house gives way in the dining room to linoleum. This is a view of the dining room from the kitchen. In this picture, the living room would be just to the left of the dining room.

Kitchen

Kitchen View 1

Here is one view of the kitchen. While it is small, it has a lot of cupboard space for its size, as well as a full complement of kitchen appliances.

Kitchen

A second view of the kitchen, closer in

In this second view of the kitchen, you can see the door leading out to the garage over on the right.

One really nice feature of the house is the sun room. To reach it, you go straight through the living room and dining room from the front door, then walk down one step. The door to the right leads out to the back yard, while the door on the left leads into the laundry room.

Laundry Room

Huge Laundry room!

One unusual feature of the house is this huge laundry room. I have never seen one so big before! I have wondered why the people who added the laundry room to this house made it so big, but have no answers to that question.

Hallway

Hallway

Let’s go back to the living room, and turn down the hallway that leads to the bedrooms and bathrooms. There are three bedrooms, and two bathrooms, plus a coat and linen closet.

bathroom

Master Bathroom

I never got a good picture of the whole hallway bathroom, but here is a picture of the incredibly tiny miniscule no room to turn around in adorably cute postage stamp sized master bathroom, so-called because it is off of the largest bedroom.

Master Bedroom

Master Bedroom

Here is a picture of the second biggest bedroom, which is Kayla’s.

Second Bedroom

The third bedroom is much the same, only smaller, so I will save the picture space and journey onward to the back and side yards. Here is a picture of the back yard, which is very large.

Back yard

Back yard

This picture above was taking from the sunroom door looking toward our back neighbors. The back yard is huge! Even better, since this picture was taken, it also has had a wooden privacy fence installed in it, so the dogs are where they can go outside and play, even Tyra.

The Side of the House

The Side of the House

The picture above finishes the tour. It shows the side of the house without the garage.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, concludes our tour. Thank you for traveling with WMA (“Working Mom Adventures) tours, and please, as you exit the vehicle, secure all your stray belongings and grasp small children firmly by the hand!

Have a great day everyone!

Nancy

Catching Up


Hi Everyone!

I thought I’d use today’s post to catch you up on various happenings.  

First, many, many thanks to Bassa at Bassa’s Blog, who has awarded me the Just Kidding award.  Here is the link to the award post:  http://bassasblog.wordpress.com/2012/04/17/35-today/

Per Bassa, the award is given to “those who bring a smile and chuckle in our lives; or appreciate our humor and brighten our day with their posts.  They [Author’s note:  I assume “they” refers to the inventors of the award] said that to receive this award you need to have a good sense of humor, and appreciate others who like to have a chuckle or laugh with you.” There are no rules attached, either.  Simply receive it, and enjoy!  Still, since I can, I am going to award it to a couple of the blogs I read.

Bassa, the Caucasian Shepherd, when she was a puppy.

If they hadn’t already received it, I definitely would give the award to Bassa and her tall person for Bassa’s Blog.  Bassa is an 18 month old Caucasian Shepherd dog who lives in the city of Tbilisi in Georgia.  Bassa  and her tall person write about their adventures and share pictures from their walks in and around Tbilisi on the blog.  De and the little person round out their family, along with a new addition – Barnaby, a kitten they rescued and whom Bassa is training. 

A picture of the new-born lambs up at thekitchensgarden; they were born in the last day or so.

I also would check out Cecilia’s blog, TheKitchensGarden, where she shares her adventures on her and her husband John’s self-sustaining farm, recipes and stories from her past in New Zealand. 

Another fun blog is Kana’s Chronicles; Kana looks at the funny side of life, but spares no punches either.  It is a difficult line to walk to remain funny while staying unabashedly honest, but she walks it well. 

Sadie Lou, the Chesapeake Bay Retriever, at Just Ramblin'

Just Ramblin’  is another dog blog, replete with pictures of Miss Stella, a young Newfoundland, and Sadie Lou, a Chesapeake Bay Retriever.  It also is a blog replete with amazing photography; Just Ramblin’s author is quite a photographer! 

Miss Stella, the Newfoundland "pup" at Just Ramblin'

Oh, and you shouldn’t miss Lisa’s blog, The Big Sheep Blog, where she looks at the funny vignettes that arise in daily life from a sarcastic   smart aleck unique point of view.

 I am sure there are many more of you that deserve this award, so please forgive me if I have left you off the list.

The Sooty Tern Pastel

To turn to another topic, congratulations to Mark K. and  Lisa F. who won the drawing for my sooty tern notecards.  They will be mailed to you soon.  (My family will tell you that my normal definition of “mailing soon” ranges anywhere from three months to the current record of three years.  Actually, the three-year item never did get mailed; the relative it belonged to just came back to visit after three years and remembered to take the item home with her.  However, I will try to make it sooner than that for the winners.) 

Finally, our move is proceeding fairly well.  We have gotten the essential furniture and other items to our rental house, and are settling in.  I have taken Kayla back to her old school and picked her up two days so far, and have managed to survive getting up at 5 a.m. without too much trouble.  

Our New House

I have some pictures of our rental house before we moved into it I will share with you soon; anyone wanting pictures of the house once we are completely settled and set up the way we want will have to wait a while; there is quite a bit of arranging still to do. 

Tyra

Those of you interested in the dogs will be happy to know that Tyra has adjusted to the house in a way that is quite amazing.  It helps that the house is smaller than our old house, and that it is all one story with only two small steps that she needs to navigate. 

Darwin

This is Darwin’s first move with us as a family, and it has caused him a little anxiety.  Sunday, Darwin dived into the back of the Escape when we opened it to get something out, thinking we were going back to the old house.  Not wanting to be left behind, he refused to come out of the car.  I couldn’t coax him out, but Mark finally convinced him that it was okay to come out, since we were staying put.

Mandy, Our Husky-Basset Hound Mix

Mandy –  well, Mandy is happy about anywhere with only one small problem, which any dog owner will recognize.  Mandy requires specifically placed geographical locations to complete certain necessary biological functions.  Those spots, unfortunately, could not move with us to the new yard, although the grass in the new yard looks even better to me than the grass in the old yard did.  However, Mandy has not yet found anything in the new yard she is very comfortable with.  That problem should solve itself naturally quite soon. 

Bassa now, along with her kitten, Barnaby

And on that last indelicate note, I will say thanks again to Bassa and the tall person.  Have a great day everyone!

Nancy

Miss me?


Hi Everyone!

It’s been a while since I posted, the longest amount of time ever since I started writing this blog, and I just wanted you to know that I haven’t forgotten you, and miss you quite a bit; we are just in an exceptionally fluid time right now that is taking a lot of time and energy.  To give you a sense of what is going on, let me give you the approximate timeline:

(Warning:  Any hint of anything that sounds like whining is purely intentional – I have to let it out somewhere!; please ignore it)

1) Tyra goes suddenly blind.  Family (including Tyra) adjusts.

2)  Grandpa has heart attack on March 13; Dad, who was about 8 hours away and in the process of returning home from just spending a week in Illinois, turns back.

3) Thursday, March 15.  Mark goes to a job interview.

4) We get the good news that Grandpa is better, and is at home.  (March 17).  I talk to him and Dad that day.

5)  Monday, March 19 at 5:00 p.m.  We learn that Grandpa has died.

6) Tuesday, March 20 – I have doctor’s appointment, Mark has second interview for job.  Mom heads to our house so we can head up to Illinois for Grandpa’s funeral.

7) March 21 – 25.  Either traveling to, staying at, or coming back from, funeral in Illinois.

8)  Kayla has spring break.  March 26-30.  Mark gets job offer at new job in Georgia and accepts it.  March 26.  Mom stays for part of spring break to spend time with Kayla, which we enjoy very much.

9) Kayla goes back to school.  March 26.  Mark gives notice at his current job.  March 26.  We decide where we are going to live (which is in the town where I work) and I begin search for rental house.  (March 26 – 30.)  Put our house up for sale by owner.  (March 27.)

10) Saturday, March 31 .  Mark and Kayla come up to look at potential rental houses with me.

11) Monday, April 2.  We make a decision on a rental house; I start working on lease application and other details.  We plan the first move (some stuff to the rental house, some stuff to stay in our house).

12) Easter Weekend, from Thursday night through Monday – we go to beach.

13) Tuesday, April 10 – Mark starts new job in Franklin, Georgia.  Kayla and I are playing bachelorette for this week, with the three dogs to help us out.  We also are doing a little bit to get us ready to move some stuff to the rental house on Saturday.

14) April 10 – 11 – I get cable, phone and internet at new house set up; am still working on the utilities.

15)  In the meantime, I have been going to Physical Therapy to work on my Achilles tendons three times a week for the past two weeks.  Physical Therapy takes about 3 hours.

So, as you can see, it’s not that I have exactly been wasting my time frivolously; it’s just that I don’t seem to quite have enough hours in the day to accomplish what I need to get done!  Relief is on the horizon though; once we get moved at least partially to the rental house, one major task will be off our to do list, which always makes everything else more manageable.

Have a great day everyone!  I’ll find something more interesting to share with you tomorrow.

Nancy

Coal Tar and Cordless Phones


Good morning Everyone!

One of the joys (at least for a woman) of shampooing your hair is the way your hair smells once you finish.  The shampoo manufacturers, well aware of this, deliberately design their shampoos to have all kinds of interesting scents for their users.  Whether you like lavender mixed with freesia, or strawberry/passionfruit/banana or kiwi lime, there is a scent for you.  Unless….

I have a scalp condition (oh, heck, we’ll call a spade a spade or a rose a rose or however the saying goes and say dandruff) that recently has flared up and it was necessary last week for me to try something that corrects the condition more aggressively.  I decided to try a Neutrogena product, T/Gel.  While no scent was listed on the bottle, I didn’t really worry about it, although I did notice that the active ingredient was coal tar.  Knowing shampoo manufacturers, I was sure that there was enough other stuff in there to make it smell good anyhow.  Boy, was I wrong!  Let’s just say that without copious amounts of conditioner, people think an airplane tarmac is approaching before I round the corner.  Even with copious amounts of conditioner, the faint scent of Eau de Asphalt lingers around my hair for a day or so.  The only things I can say for it is 1) it does work very well and 2) you only have to use it twice a week.

Now on to cordless phones….

We have a phone system that provides us with three cordless phones.  The master unit is in the kitchen, and handset 1 sits on it.  Handset 2 sits on a charger in the den.  The third charger unit is in our bedroom on one of the bedside tables and Handset 3 is supposed to reside there.  The reasoning behind getting a system with three cordless phones was partly to make it  impossible to completely lose all three phones at any one time.

I am quite sure that reasoning works well for normal people, but for the talented disorganizer such as myself, it is a complete fallacy.  In just one or two phone calls, I can lose all three hand sets.  One day, as I searched in frustration for a phone to answer, the phones rang long enough for the answering machine to come on.  This was a plus, since at least I knew who to call back.  Then I went on a phone search odyssey, to finally discover Handset 1, which should stay in the kitchen, in our bathroom, Handset 2 buried under three pillows on the couch in the den (at least it was somewhere in the right room) and Handset 3 comfortably resting on top of the washer in the laundry room.  Even I had to stop for a second and marvel at the combination of absent-mindedness and disorganization that created that particular arrangement.

Have a great day everyone!

Nancy