March 31, 2008
Enter Allia
It's great when you can make a pun via your blog entry title. Anyway, it's April already tomorrow and I am curious as to when my Allium will show up, what they will look like, and how long they will last. I have the urge to work "I'm growing onions in my front yard, and..." into conversation.
I planted the bulbs in the fall--mid-October, I believe. They are nestled between some ornamental grasses so I'm hoping that they break up the wheaty color with some pretty purple globes. If it's warm this weekend, I'm going to spend some time in the front yard thinning out my crazy ground cover.
I forced my husband to turn the TV off and have an honest-to-goodness conversation. I think my guinea pig is thankful for the silence-poor girl has been subject to hammering all day for the past couple of weeks since we started the basement finishing project.
I cater to her every whim. You would too if your guinea pig looked like this:
March 30, 2008
My Blog Posts Bring All the Boys to The Yard
Between you and me, it's not a good idea to go and stand outside in sub-freezing temperatures for an hour immediately after spin class. "So," you say, "don't go to spin class." To which I say, "Neither you nor Conan wants to deal with a grumpy, grabby person who didn't get the chance to expend her Saturday morning energy and pent-up stress for the remainder of the weekend." I'll admit it--I'm a sucker for THAT kind of pain.
Anyway, yesterday's noontime hour found me freezing at the sidelines of a first grade boys' soccer game with no energy in reserves to warm myself. While it royally sucked, it was worthwhile to see His Honor bonding with some of this classmates for next year. We beat a hasty retreat home afterwards, and then I proceeded to stand in the shower for no less than twenty minutes, just letting the warm water warm my frozen-inside-out bones.
And this all hit me a couple of hours later. I found myself completely immobile on the couch watching the third-in-a-row episode of Spongebob (which I probably would have done, anyway). There were dishes to wash, laundry items to fold, and countertops in need of maple syrup removal. However, when you're semi-comatose those things just don't seem to get done, you know? I stumbled through the rest of the evening, and I'm not really sure how.
By the way, did I tell you that His Honor taught me to play chess a couple of weeks ago? I've only beaten him once.
Obviously, I am puffed-chest proud of him for wanting to do activities that involve thinking, but I think perhaps one of the things he likes about it is that he gets to spend time with us. We try and not be too pushy about things like that and let him take the lead. But while he does love the little boy things like cars and Pokemon, I think he also likes those little "windows" of activity that let him be even with us old folks on certain levels. We certainly enjoy it as well.
Is there a blogging rule that forgives the lack of a witty sentence at the end of any entry if you post a cute picture? If so, I'm invoking it.
March 16, 2008
At the back bookend
I made a mess of my kitchen table.
And all I have to show for it are four cards.
Well, at least they are very cute cards. I should disclose that the prints were already on the cards. I merely added the ribbon and buttons.
It's been a crafty-type weekend. Besides these cards, there was that series of Easter cards I made on Friday night. My crowning achievement was actually the the sweater for my niece I finished this morning.
It's a bit long in the sleeves but I wanted something she could wear for the next couple of years. The best thing about the sweater in my opinion has very little to do with my handiwork. It's the buttons.
Until I added the buttons, I really didn't realize how much of a difference they made. I'm now a button believer--a convert, if you will.