I've seen this going around J-Land, and since the last time I did it (about two years ago) I didn't have that many readers, I'll do it again.
The Game is on!!! And you're IT!
Describe ME in one word.....just one single word. Post it in my comment section. Then put the same request in your journal so we can visit you… and do the same thing… and see how many strange and interesting things they say about you...........
I haven't been around to everyone yet, I'm sure but I'll get there!
I noticed this morning when I opened my journal that my sitemeter count was 10,001. Wow!
Our weather today was gorgeous! Sunny, breezy, and in the 60s. We're expecting showers tonight, though, but I can't complain. We really do need the rain.
Had a very nice day at home. Eler Beth was chirpy all day, and Andrew came home with a 17-page assignment that he has to do on Access. None of our computers currently have Access (although I could have sworn that one of them used to!), so I downloaded a free trial. I hope it works for him, or he'll have to just do it at school.
I visited a dozen journals this evening, reading and commenting. I will get to more tomorrow.
I had to get a piece of pipe-thingy-with-nuts-and-a-ring on it to replace one that was leaking, for our bathroom (where the water pipe connects to the faucet in the tub). I made the mistake of going to Lowes first because I came to it first. I have always said that Home Depot is better than Lowes for everything except lumber, but I thought I'd give them a try. I found a Plumbing Dept. person (a lead person, no less) to ask her for help in finding what I needed, and she had no idea what it was. She did look...and look...and look, all the while wondering what size it was. I kept thinking, "why don't you have a tape measure attached to your belt or in a little apron like the Home Depot people do?" Usually I would know the size because I or Thomas would have measured it, but I guess neither of us was thinking right last night when he removed it from the wall.
Well, anyway, I left after thanking her and telling her that I'd just let my husband take care of it. Not. I went to Home Depot. I asked the first guy I saw near the plumbing area. He took a look at it and told me that it was homemade. Then he found out what size it was by screwing it onto a 5/8" piece of pipe. He found what he thought would work, then he consulted with two other employees who agreed that it was homemade and that we'd have to duplicate it ourselves. He got me everything I needed and then told me exactly how to cut the pipe, screw on the nuts and the ring, and even advised that I'd need to make sure not to leave any burs when I sanded it down. I didn't bother telling him that I wasn't going to do it, my husband was. I rather liked being talked to like I knew something about plumbing!
I sincerely and fervently thanked him for his help. As we walked off Eler Beth said, "Looks like I'll be cutting some pipe tonight." (She always does that type of thing with/for Thomas.) I saw the salesguy smile. Then she said, "You were right, Mom, Home Depot is better than Lowes!"
I should be in bed by now, but I'm not -- as you can see!
I found last week that I actually did get more done than usual because I didn't read and comment in many journals for the latter part of the week. So perhaps I should just pop in here once a week or so.
Tomorrow I will pop by and catch up with everyone and see what's been going on in everyone else's world.
Yesterday was a very, very nice day for me. Eler Beth and I spent the morning shopping together, which is always fun. She was in rare form, and kept getting her words mixed up, so we did a lot of laughing. We started our shopping expidition at Wal-Mart because she needed some new {{bras}}. Then we spent some time at the mall.
I hadn't been to Dillard's for a while, so we spent a few happy minutes there. I found some jeans that fit great and looked good on me, and cost way more than I normally pay for jeans! I had to avert my eyes as we went past the shoe department!!
In order to get to the mall entrance when you are in Dillard's you have to go through the very center, of course, and that is where the make-up counters, scent counters, jewelry counters, and lingerie section are. As we walked through Eler Beth said, "Girl Heaven!" We were almost free and clear when a lady jumped out at me waving a swatch of paper and asked if I'd like to "smell the newest ??something?? scent?" I meant to say, "No, thank you, I can't wear cologne." But it came out, "No, thank you, darlin', I can't wear cologne." I call Eler Beth "darlin'" a lot, so I guess that's why it came out. We barely made it out the door before the two of us collapsed in giggles.
We went to Payless (much more budget-friendly for me than Dillard's). The young sales guy who checked on us ocassionally to see if we were finding the right sizes was rather cute. He passed by at one point just as Eler Beth was assuring me that the shoes she was trying on weren't too big for her because "They leave me some room to grow. You know, when I have my next foot spurt....I mean growth spurt!" Once again we collapsed into giggles, and I thought I saw the salesman smile.
When we checked out, he was our cashier, and he asked Eler Beth, "So did you find some big enough for your next foot spurt?" Then he juggled the shoes we were buying, tossed one behind his back with one hand and caught it with the other, then did some kind of fancy move with the boxes as he was putting the lids on. We weren't expecting such a show!
When we left Eler Beth leaned over to me and said, "He was so cute!" And he was rather a handsome young man.
Then we treated ourselves to soft pretzels, and meandered on through the rest of the mall.
Andrew was actually home Saturday afternoon and evening, which is highly unusual, so when Thomas got home we made homemade pizzas (with my homemade sauce), popped corn and watched movies together, all four of us. Wonderful day!
Well, I just wanted to pop in before I make myself get to bed. I will be by to see everyone tomorrow if at all possible. I hope everyone had a nice weekend.
Patrick Hughes is somewhat of a celebrity in our neck of the woods. I've seen him on local morning television many times. Check out this YouTube video to meet Patrick and his wonderful father.
You WILL have tears in your eyes while watching that video.
Extreme Makeover Home Edition has chosen Patrick's family for a makeover. They begin tearing down the old house tomorrow and plan to have the new one up by next Wednesday. A friend of mine told me about it yesterday. She wants to go over and watch one day, and I may go with her.
Check out both links. You'll really appreciate the story. I especially admire Patrick's dad. Any dad who would march along with his child in a university marching band so his child doesn't have to miss out is a hero in my book.
I really liked this meme from our Meme Queen.
My daughter just asked me, "Mom, how exactly DO you tip a cow?"
I'm pretty sure that the question was just casual curiosity and not research for a future deed, so I thought I'd leave the answer to someone who may know the answer to this better than I.
Anyone out there know?
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Okay! I realize the incongruousness of saying not to be surprised if I don't post entries too often for a while, and then proceeding to post a half dozen entries.
Oh my goodness, I just have to share this!
A few entries back Guido posted an entry about "Age Activated Attention Deficit Disorder", and then I read a similar "story" in another journal and sent them both to my sisters. Just now I got an emailed reply from my sister, P.J., and I just have to share it. Please enjoy:
~~(From P.J.) The really sad thing about these last two stories, Lori, is that they are so accurate.They describe, at least in part, every day I have at home. Now mind you, I said, "every day I have at home". When I'm at work I can get done just exactly what I have to get done. Sometimes with time to spare. Bill would explain it as home having high gravity areas, and when we enter those "high gravity areas" we tend to lose things...including our train of thought.
And just think, we used to laugh at Mom. Remember when she tried to iron your dress with the mixer? Or the time she found the teakettle in the fridge?
