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I got tired of my kitchen curtains and hemmed some light green fabric I had gotten as a remnant and now have winter curtains. I usually buy placemats and just clip them up there, but every once in a while I find fabric. during the day the light shines through and they look sorta stripey and at night you can see the pattern.
I have a pile of gifts on my dining room table that need to be dealt with, but it is not in my nature to be ready for the holidays. we might put up the tree today, but I am thinking we will find other things to do with our time. I am excited because hubby and I decided when I went up to bed last night that we would ask garth to babysit (which the kids love because they just get to do vidiot time for free) and we would go out for coffee and do the grocery shopping together as our date. sad sad sad
I said in a casual way this morning to Josie that we should take down the crib because it's been nearly a year and no new babies. she confided in me that she misses JL and worries about her. "What if she is playing hopscotch and hurts her knee?" I told her JL's granma would take care of her and that I missed her too. Josie said we should get another 5 so she has someone to play with. If I take down the crib we will surely get another small child. it is just the murphy's law of foster parenting.
it's silly, but I want one more. one more child to add to our family and then i think we will be done until kids start moving out. on the interplanetary links this morning, though, they said that 50 is the new 65 in terms of travel and getting senior discounts. only 9 more years to go!
38 days no sugar. my skin around my middle feels saggy. I hope it pulls in. If I get to my goal weight and keep it off for a year, I will do a tummy tuck. zipping skin is not fun.
tomorrow I have a morning yoga class--a three hour class that I thought would be exploratory and relaxing in that work your body and discover new limits kinda way--but I come home from that and have to shower and eat and jump in the car to go to nephew's party--about 45 minutes away--hubby wants to get home to watch packer game--3pm game--why? must wanna watch them lose and then Garth has a party for his Youth in Government group through the y. I dislike rushing days that are supposed to be relaxing.
oh, I don't think I posted anything about our ceiling otter!
Earlier in the week, Riker says, Mom, there is WAY too much noise in my room. He has been sleeping with his radio on pretty loud because there was a bat hibernating in the wall last year, but no new noises this year. just residual fear.
So I go stand in his room and we hug each other in quasi-fear but oh, my , gawd! it sounded like a ceiling otter running and jumping across his ceiling. The boys have loft beds and I know I would not want to sleep right under those noises so I had him go to our bed and called up hubby. It is like 10 at night at this point.
Hubby says, upon hearing ceiling otter, huh, it's probably just a mouse that I woke up when we hung up this bulletin board. It'll settle down, riker back to bed. I said, "no, way. If it is a mouse it is not hibernating and if it's bigger and it was hibernating, now is the perfect time to kill it."
hubby wanted to put Penny our very large cat up through the crawl space. she is a good mouser, but she is also so fat that although she would go up and take care of the problem, she would be a chicken to jump back down. I told hubby, "go get d-con"
"it's after 10 at night!"
"I know, but this has to be taken care of for the previous stated reasons. . ."
"but I am in my pjs"
"I know, but you are the man and need to take care of your house and family and this is what needs to be done."
"well then you need to be the woman" by this he meant have sex with him more often. I just continued to stare him down.
he went and bought dcon and we have not heard anymore ceiling otters. hubby did inform me that the box declared that it took care of many pests including roof rats which apparently are a rodent larger than a mouse and smaller than a rat which only encouraged my visual of a ceiling rat. . .
but I'm sorry. I have many pets in my house, invited. and no one goes in the attic crawl space ever, unless I force them to at night under threat of a stare down.
time for a morning shower! Have a good day! :) (rachel, I always put the smileys outside the punctuation. there's probably a web site somewhere with definitive rules about that, though!)
I have a pile of gifts on my dining room table that need to be dealt with, but it is not in my nature to be ready for the holidays. we might put up the tree today, but I am thinking we will find other things to do with our time. I am excited because hubby and I decided when I went up to bed last night that we would ask garth to babysit (which the kids love because they just get to do vidiot time for free) and we would go out for coffee and do the grocery shopping together as our date. sad sad sad
I said in a casual way this morning to Josie that we should take down the crib because it's been nearly a year and no new babies. she confided in me that she misses JL and worries about her. "What if she is playing hopscotch and hurts her knee?" I told her JL's granma would take care of her and that I missed her too. Josie said we should get another 5 so she has someone to play with. If I take down the crib we will surely get another small child. it is just the murphy's law of foster parenting.
it's silly, but I want one more. one more child to add to our family and then i think we will be done until kids start moving out. on the interplanetary links this morning, though, they said that 50 is the new 65 in terms of travel and getting senior discounts. only 9 more years to go!
38 days no sugar. my skin around my middle feels saggy. I hope it pulls in. If I get to my goal weight and keep it off for a year, I will do a tummy tuck. zipping skin is not fun.
tomorrow I have a morning yoga class--a three hour class that I thought would be exploratory and relaxing in that work your body and discover new limits kinda way--but I come home from that and have to shower and eat and jump in the car to go to nephew's party--about 45 minutes away--hubby wants to get home to watch packer game--3pm game--why? must wanna watch them lose and then Garth has a party for his Youth in Government group through the y. I dislike rushing days that are supposed to be relaxing.
oh, I don't think I posted anything about our ceiling otter!
Earlier in the week, Riker says, Mom, there is WAY too much noise in my room. He has been sleeping with his radio on pretty loud because there was a bat hibernating in the wall last year, but no new noises this year. just residual fear.
So I go stand in his room and we hug each other in quasi-fear but oh, my , gawd! it sounded like a ceiling otter running and jumping across his ceiling. The boys have loft beds and I know I would not want to sleep right under those noises so I had him go to our bed and called up hubby. It is like 10 at night at this point.
Hubby says, upon hearing ceiling otter, huh, it's probably just a mouse that I woke up when we hung up this bulletin board. It'll settle down, riker back to bed. I said, "no, way. If it is a mouse it is not hibernating and if it's bigger and it was hibernating, now is the perfect time to kill it."
hubby wanted to put Penny our very large cat up through the crawl space. she is a good mouser, but she is also so fat that although she would go up and take care of the problem, she would be a chicken to jump back down. I told hubby, "go get d-con"
"it's after 10 at night!"
"I know, but this has to be taken care of for the previous stated reasons. . ."
"but I am in my pjs"
"I know, but you are the man and need to take care of your house and family and this is what needs to be done."
"well then you need to be the woman" by this he meant have sex with him more often. I just continued to stare him down.
he went and bought dcon and we have not heard anymore ceiling otters. hubby did inform me that the box declared that it took care of many pests including roof rats which apparently are a rodent larger than a mouse and smaller than a rat which only encouraged my visual of a ceiling rat. . .
but I'm sorry. I have many pets in my house, invited. and no one goes in the attic crawl space ever, unless I force them to at night under threat of a stare down.
time for a morning shower! Have a good day! :) (rachel, I always put the smileys outside the punctuation. there's probably a web site somewhere with definitive rules about that, though!)