The Cat's New Clothes...

Rachel, "Mom? Can I borrow the stuffed cat I made for you?"

Me, "Sure. Will I get him back?"

Rachel, "Yes, I just want to make him some clothes."

THE NEXT DAY....

Rachel, "Here you go Mom. Doesn't his straight-jacket look great?"

I kid you not. Rachel made my stuffed cat a straight-jacket! HEH! If I can get Danielle to take a picture, I will post it later. She did a GREAT job with it and he looks great....wonder if this is a new fashion trend or one that only applies to OUR family?

UPDATE: Rachel took this picture of Traveling Bear 'inspecting' the Cat's New Clothes....

QOTD: "Physics is imagination in a straight jacket." John Moffat

originally published 23 Nov 2009 

Texting For Miracles?

Text conversation I had before Christmas with one of our daughters who was at work at the time:

Me: Anything you want to add to your Christmas list?

Daughter: A Miracle?

Me: What KIND of miracle? You have to be more specific...

Daughter: Just a general miracle.

Me: Let me get with Miracle Max... I think True Love generally comes before just a General Miracle, but I won't know unless I ask...

Me: Have you got a wheelbarrow?

Daughter: Nope, wheelbarrowless.

Me: How about a rope?

Daughter: Nope

Me: Cloak?

Daughter: Nada

Me: You're not giving me much here to work with, but fear not, NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE!

Me: At least not legally...

Me: No, No, No! I did not just type that.

Me: Tell you what, how about a white steed?

Daughter: I mean if you're offering...

Me: I meant, do you HAVE a white steed? Miracle Max doesn't work for free you know?

Daughter: Oh. Well, nope.

Me: This IS a challenge worthy of thought... Who can we get who can think?

Daughter: I dunno man, you'll have to get back to me on that.

Me: It CAN'T be a man. They have only one brain cell, but it's definitely dedicated to something else...

(I can't help wondering what normal family texts are like)

Me: Everyone else is Christmas shopping or working except for Erin and she apparently was taken by video assassins... (I know my parents never had to worry about that!)

Me: I am sure you're not supposed to have long bizarre conversations with your mother while working. You were sounding a little down and tired so I was just hoping to give you a verbal hug, but I should let you go. Love you (and I hope you have been provided with a rabid elf for self protection from customers... I'm pretty sure it's an OSHA requirement for this time of year.)

A New Letter For An Old Year...

2012,
    I guess I'm not thinking in terms of a new year yet, heck I only just got used to writing your new name. [Now the world has to go and mess up a perfectly good number I've grown so comfortable with. Guess even the Mayan calendar could not change this.] So farewell 2012. You have had your moments of every possible part of the emotional and physical spectrum and I can appreciate that you are tired and want to be laid to rest. So I will awake and greet 2013 with an open mind and heart, but you will remain forever in my mind as one of the years of great change and education in my life as to what's truly important. I woke up every morning of 2012 and I want you to know I have been grateful for that gift of your sunrises and sunsets. Rest now. If the Mayan Calendar has it's way, you'll be back in a few millennia.

Lemon Stand

iPhone Test...

Although there is a big scary note on Blogger that basically says, "Danger Will Robinson, Danger!" I  think I'll test out blogging on my iPhone using Safari anyway...

Although I have a miserable cold at the moment (I wonder if a wonderful cold exists?), I also have Insomnia.  What better chance will I get to truly wreak havock on my blog?

For those of you healthy sleeping souls out there... I wish you a lumpy pillow.  For those kindred spirits... Skip the "spoonful of sugar to help the medicine go down", and just go get a serving spoon of Captain Morgan's Spiced Rum.

PS Could someone test out this advice and let me know how we'll it works for ya? I'd really love to know if it DOES help the medicine go down?

The Pillow Story...

Since being reminded that my husband will, again, be going back to the sandbox, I thought I'd repost a story about one of the other times he has gone there. This time the travel won't be quite as luxurious, but I couldn't help hoping that if he HAS to be on the advon team, then I hope they at least get to stop in Sioux Falls, South Dakota...

Sunday, October 29, 2006

The Pillow Story....

I have been reminded that I have yet to tell "The Pillow Story." So here it is:

The day DH left home for Iraq was very stressful for all of us. If all the changes to his orders were holes, his final copy would be swiss cheese. So after finally getting to the airport, he and Mr. T (another member of his unit) were treated to 2 1/2 hours of sitting on the runway awaiting liftoff. The bad news was that they only had a 40 minute layover at another busy airport where they were suppose to catch a different flight. The good news was the their tickets had been stamped with some kind of code that told the stewardess that they were servicemen bound for Iraq....so all drinks were on the house...so liftoff was slightly achieved before the plane left the ground.

They get to the next airport and low and behold their transfer plane is still waiting for them! On to the next plane they go....and wait another hour on the runway waiting for clearance (still with free beverages)....HOPING there would be someone on the other end to pick them up at the airport because at this point in their journey they had a Hotel reservation at the Sheraton, in Sioux Falls, South Dakota for what was left of their last night on US soil.

Their luck held out and there was someone from the base who apparently deposited gently, two service members seriously in need of a pillow.

At some point DH realized that he had forgotten to pack one thing in his luggage....A pillow. So he got up the next morning intending to find a place within walking distance to find a pillow and get some breakfast. So he asks a Sheraton employee if there was a store close enough to buy a pillow. She suggests he check with housekeeping. She gives him directions to their office and off he goes.

After explaining his dilema to housekeeping, they tell him that will be $60. Ummmm. He wasn't about to pay that much for a pillow bound for a sand pit. So he politely declines the offer and sets out again, once more, for the dining facilities.

Upon reaching his destination he encounters the first employee who immediately asked if housekeeping could help him. He told her of the conversation and thanked her for trying and did she know of any stores nearby who might sell pillows. She said she would ask around as to the best source and get back to him.

So he sat down and had breakfast. Went to gather up his things for the shuttle and then to the front desk to settle his bill. There, behind the counter was a King Size FEATHER pillow with pillow case in a plastic covering. The three ladies responsible for it had 'reallocated' it for the war effort.

Darned if DH didn't squeeze that thing into luggage that didn't even have room to scream. Once he got to Iraq, he wrote the Hotel manager of the wonderful service provided by his hotel and in particular these three ladies. (I don't think he mentioned the pillow reallocation :o)

If you EVER get a chance to go to scenic Sioux Falls, stay at the Sheraton and ask for Pam, Gina or Nikki. Tell them from me...."Thank you!"

QOTD: "The everyday kindness of the back roads more than makes up for the acts of greed in the headlines." Charles Kuralt (1934-1997) Folksy CBS newsman whose reports from the small towns and back roads of America endeared him to millions