A Weekend Away

We went to Utah this weekend for baby Cameron's blessing. I had an ear infection and cold all last week including when we left on Friday - this is not so good for packing, in case you were wondering. I forgot my toothbrush (good thing Mandy had a spare!), my hairspray, and my camera! That means I don't have any fabulous pictures to share which is sad because baby Cameron is adorable. And so are his siblings and cousins.

Fortunately, aunt Megan was there with her camera. Check out her blog for some fantastic pictures of Cameron and right below his are some great pics of Amelia! 

Becky was holding Cameron and said that he smiled when she said she's his favorite aunt. I reminded her that he just doesn't know yet cause I haven't been able to hold him yet, being sick and all. Poor little guy. Then she said she's the nurturing aunt cause he just fell right to sleep. I said that's fine. I'm not the nurturing aunt, I'm way more fun. I just get the kids riled up. Then send them home. They love me. heh heh.

Sunday morning was chilly and rainy but the sky cleared up beautifully after church and it was a lovely day until about 5pm. That was a great blessing because we could all enjoy our lunch and visit outside and we had a great time. 

On the way home (I rode w/Becky and her kids - we were the fun car - and Justin went w/my parents in the boring grown up car) Becky and I serenaded the kids - which they loved! Although I don't think they believed us that we were the original crooners for the Phantom of the Opera. Cynics. We even used licorice microphones but the boys just ate theirs, they wouldn't sing along. So they're cynics and party poopers. ;)

Then, out of the blue, Joshie threw a fruit snack at me. I couldn't find it so I opened a bag of Captain Crunch and the war was on. We were all throwing cereal at each other for miles. I even got one in Tiernan's mouth when he was laughing - that was great. I 'm pretty sure Becky has Captain Crunch in every nook and cranny of her car. But let's be honest, they'll want to ride with me every time from now on. 

When we stopped for lunch at Burger King I was laughing about something and Justin said, "Mom, don't start squeeling in here!" In case you don't know, when I start laughing hard it sounds like I'm going to die. Literally. Poor Avery was in tears one time because she really thought something was terribly wrong. Well, there probably is something terribly wrong but the doctor just laughed at me when I told him about it so I'm just going to ignore it. Except when I laugh. It's pretty hard to ignore then. Anyway, I was taking a drink of my Diet Coke just as he said that and it made me laugh harder and I had Diet Coke all down my shirt and on my sandwich. Dang. So at that point I had red fruit snack on my shirt (did I mention that Joshie had licked or chewed the fruit snack before he threw it?) and Diet Coke - lookin' good! It was then I realized that J was definitely riding in the right car (the boring adult car) because, being a teenager and all, he would have been horribly embarrassed in the fun car. Poor kid. It's hard to have such embarrassing relatives. 

The Bad Part About Colds...

...is that, besides the achy, head-in-a-vice, runny/stuffy nose crap, I drink a lot of water cause my throat gets so sore - and that means that I'm in the bathroom every hour. (I think we're all aware of how small my bladder is...) That is so annoying. I'm done complaining now - at least here - I just wanted to throw that out there. How was your weekend? ;)

Pillow Case

Last night we had the first in a series of basic sewing classes and we made pillowcases. Isn't this adorable? So, now I think I'm ready to sew historic clothing. Well, I'm not ready to sew historic clothing - by the way, do you know how much fabric those girls used!? - but at least this is a start...

Wicked

I've heard a lot about Wicked, the Broadway musical, and how great it is and now I'm super excited because it's coming to Denver! It will be here this fall, October 7 through November 15, at the Buell theater and tickets go on sale on Sunday. So, who wants to go with me?  I'm really serious by the way. (And of course I won't buy tickets on Sunday but Monday is right after Sunday...) Think how much fun that would be!  

(I could see if J wants to go with me, I've dragged him to several plays and musicals over the years but he's never too excited about it, and these tickets cost a little more than some of the community theaters...)

No or Know

Is "no" the same as "know?" 

What about "their," "there," or "they're" - do they have the same meaning and can they stand in for one another? (Know!  Oh, I mean NO!)

Oh, what about "than" or "then" - same thing? 

Good heavens people! I know (or is that no?) it can be confusing, but for the love! It's college! Look it up and use words correctly. Or don't take online classes wear several people have to reed your wurk. 

And for heaven's sake, stay away from big words that are confusing to use appropriately! (That means 'the right way.')  

The Problem with the 1880s...

I started training today as a docent at Rock Ledge Ranch in Colorado Springs (summer gig) and the house I'll be working in is interpreted in the 1880s. Rock Ledge requires period costumes so we (all of us trainees) were looking through their supply today and trying to find ones that fit. The problem with the 1880s is that apparently they did not have busty women. Hippy women - no problem! Big flowing skirts are very forgiving but tight fitted bodices, not so much. So I had to "rent" a couple patterns to see if we can adjust one of them and whip up my own costume instead of renting one. 

Ok, now seriously, has this never come up before? Or do the bustier girls just have to make their own? And then since they went to all that work maybe they keep them rather than donating them to the museum for future busty docents? I did feel better knowing that 5 of the 6 in docents training today had a hard time finding clothing that fits. I would've felt a little sad if it was just me. Good thing we (notice I keep saying "we" - that's because mom is 100% tied to this project with me) have until June 6th to get it finished. That's enough time right? Right?

Slowin' Me Down

My surgered foot is slowin' me down! You're probably thinking "duh!" - let me assure you I did expect this... It's just that I'm a little impatient - shocking, I know.

Generally I walk pretty fast - there's no need to mosey, just move it. I go nuts when I get stuck behind someone who is taking their sweet time and especially when I get behind a whole group that has to spread out and take up the whole sidewalk and meander and move at turtle pace - just kills me. I mean seriously, what is the deal? Dawdle if you must, but leave room so people can get around you. It's not that I have to be anywhere or that I'm always late, I'm not - I tend to be an early bird - I just walk fast, plain and simple. (But there might be people who do need to get somewhere so really, don't block the whole sidewalk. But I digress...) 

Come to think of it, I have a tendency to leave people behind and not even realize it. One minute they're there, the next they're way behind. What's the deal? Keep up already, ja? Perhaps you've noticed this? Maybe it's better if you haven't. Yeah, I'll hope that you haven't and this is all just a surprising revelation, or confession, to you.

When J was little I'd hold his hand and walk like I normally do until he said, "Mommy, you're going to fast!" Poor kid! He was running to keep up and I didn't even notice. (I'm not talking about one isolated incident either.) But don't worry, I slowed right down. For a minute or so. I'm pretty sure I've done this to my nieces and nephews too. Yeah, I seem to remember Avery telling me to slow down once. Or twice...

So maybe this is a good thing for me. I can learn not to travel at warp speed (ok, I'm not that fast!) and I can see what all the fuss is about dawdling. Or perhaps I should say 'strolling leisurely' - that's a more positive spin. But, let's be honest, once my foot is healed --- there will be no more moseying so be prepared to keep up.