Wednesday, November 30, 2005

I love the small world! WE moved over the summer, and our old house needs a bit of work done before we put it on the market. I mentioned this to a friend and she reminded me that our midwife's assistant's husband (did you follow that) is a "handyman." So I called. He came over. He walked through the house. He is going to be able to do EVERYTHING we need done. He can paint, will fix up the hardwood floors, put new carpet where the disgusting stuff used to be, stain the deck, pressure wash the green spots outside the house, and so on. I am just incredibly thrilled that we found Ralph!

And life is good. My Christmas shopping is complete. My baby sister is engaged. My children are happy and healthy. I have a darling baby boy. I make a bitof spending money selling my wares at Midday Faire. I have friends in real life and in my computer. Real friends who really care about me, who notice when I am gone.

I am truly blessed. I hope you are too.

Tuesday, November 29, 2005

In my old age, I have turned into a weirdo! For breakfast, I am eating oatmeal, the real kind, no instant. In fact, there isn't even a picture of Benjamin Franklin, or Wilford Brimley, or whomever on the box. I did make them in the microwave, but only because I was hungry. Add to the yummy oatmeal a handful of grapes and plastic sausage and you have a loverly brekkie.

What, you may ask, is plastic sausage? When my grandfather was still alive, he had routines. He wore a white shirt and khaki pants every day except when he went to church. He was buried in a pressed white shirt and khaki pants. Every morning for breaskfast he had plastic eggs, plastic bacon or sausage, and a sliced tomato. The plasic eggs are the kind that come in a carton, not real eggs. Plastic bacon or sausage was the vegetarian kind. The bacon looked like strips of painted plastic, thus plpastic breakfast.

I am eating two Morningstar Farms sausage patties with my oatmeal this morning, and really liking it. Weird and old I am. Too bad I hate khaki pants.

Monday, November 28, 2005

Ok, Carmen, don't fall over. I decided to start blogging again. It's only been 2 years, another baby, a new house, and so on.

Mundane and boring life that it is, here it is!

Samuel, the aforementioned new babe, has been crawling for a couple of weeks now. He isn't very fast, which is perfectly fine with me. I sweep my floors ALL DAY LONG, and he still finds stuff to gag himself with. And today, he crawled to the sofa, pulled up, and CRUISED along the sofa. It was slow, but he ws very proud of himself. Mama is scared!

William is now 3, and a darling darling boy. He woke up singing this morning. How can you not love that. This morning, as he was getting ready for school, I asked him to put his shoes on. He went in his room and found one shoe but was sad to report he couldn't find its match. I asked where he put it. He said," I taked it off and I frowed it and it just dissappeared!" It was found safely tucked under Samuel's bed.

Lydia will be FIVE on Friday. I went out and bought her a couple of special outfits as birthday presents. She is very into clothes. She also wants Polly Pockets an dMy Little Pony, but that is what grandmothers are for. Also, two of her great grandmothers send birthday money, so she can buy her own stinking junk!

Celeste is 6. She is in first grade and loves it. She reads. She does math. She knows amazing scientific facts. She sounds like a super hero. In fact, yesterday she was FANTASTIC GIRL! I made the mistake of asking how she was. She said,"FANTASTIC of course. What else would I be?" Smarty pants.

I'm still happily married to the wonderful Nathan. He has become something of a super hero as well. We lost 4 LARGE trees in Hurricane Katrina, just 9 days after we moced into our new home. Fortunately, nothing landed on the house. However, Nathan has spent nearly every weekend between then and now chopping wood with an axe, some wedges, and a couple of chainsaws. The upside is we have a woodburning fireplace, so the rise in natural gas prices isn't hitting us too hard. That and the fact that is was SEVENTY degrees here today.

And I, am me, but with red hair now. I colored it just a couple of days ago and am really enjoying it. Apparently I am the talk of the church. A friend had a baby, so wasn't at hcurhc this week. When she asked her husband what was happening, he said,"Hayes has red hair!"

I hope you enjoy my ramblings. If you want to know more, just ask!