Archive for April, 2007

Another Blah Day.

This morning my eyes refused to open, and my head would not lift itself off of my pillow. Even though it was after 8am, I still couldn’t bring myself to get out of bed. I laid there, half sleeping, half waking. Listening to The Boy calling to me from the kitchen “Mooooommm!! There’s a bug on the roof!!” “Mooooommm!! There’s a bug on the roof!!!” Over and over again. For about a half hour. Yesterday while eating supper we noticed a spider on the ceiling, sitting (or standing?) very still, assumably watching us eat, wishing for a snack. All he had to do was go to the basement. There’s tonnes of spider food (bugs) down there. We live in a house sided with cedar – bugs are EVERYWHERE in this house. And it might be partially due to the fact that I’m a lousy housekeeper. Either way, the basement especially is crawling with them. Anyways, we decided not to kill the spider while we were eating, for fear that we’d miss and he’d fall into our food, and we wouldn’t find him and be forced to eat him, or stop eating. Then, of course, we forgot after supper. He was still in the same place the next morning. Now there are spider guts on my ceiling. I suppose I should wipe it down. (Refer back to the lousy housekeeper remark above) Finally The Boy came upstairs, realizing I was not going to acknowledge him. After me telling him I’d get it later, he pestered around my room a little bit, then decided that I wasn’t getting up – so he went back to play in his own room. Pretty soon Lil’ Miss was stirring, and that’s when I can no longer play hookie in bed. I made some dramatic effect about how I couldn’t get up, because I kept falling over, but The Boy wasn’t buying it. In fact, it made him mad. So, I got up.

It’s overcast again. Rainy, but yet not. It’s only 2 or 3 degrees (celsius, people), the wind is blowing a little. It’s been like this for a few days now. My SIL and

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Book Meme.

I have relatives visiting. And living with us. For 3 weeks. I really having no time to blog! But I found this Meme from Froglette79 who got it from BookMama.

Hardback or trade paperback or mass market paperback? Any of the above. I’m not particular, I’m more concerned about the content!

Amazon or brick and mortar? Amazon. WAY cheaper. Books in Canada are EXPENSIVE.

Barnes and Noble or Borders? We don’t have either in Canada. (or my area anyways.) I have shopped at Barnes and Noble online before though.

Bookmark or dogear? I NEVER dogear, I hate that. I use a “bookmark” but it’s usually a non-bookmark type item, such as a price tag off of a peice of clothing, a tissue, a reciept from somewhere, a random peice of paper. Anything will do, really. If I have nothing to slip in their, then I just memorize the page number I’m on.

Alphabetize by author or alphebetize by title or random? I like to sort by genre, or topic. We have a lot of non-fiction books in our house, and they’re all sorted by topic. My fiction books are just random. Probably sorted by size.

Keep, throw away, or sell? I usually keep, unless I really didn’t like it, then I’ll give it away, throw it away, sell it, do whatever I have to do to get rid of it.

Keep dustjacket or toss it? I usually keep it on, unless it’s a children’s book, then I put it somewhere and it ends up getting lost, then I find it and realize how we don’t need it and toss it.

Read with dustjacket or remove it? Read with it. Again, unless it’s a children’s book.

Short story or novel? I like both.

Collection (short stories by same author) or anthology (short stories by different authors)? Whatever, as long as it’s interesting!

Harry Potter or Lemony Snicket? Snicket. I’ve never read Harry Potter, and never intend to. Actually, I’ve never read Lemony Snicket either, I just watched the movie.

Stop reading when tired or at chapter breaks? I do my best to stop at chapter breaks, unless I’m so tired my eyes won’t stay open anymore, then I will stop whenever.

“It was a dark and stormy night” or “Once upon a time”? Once upon a time.

Buy or borrow? Either. Depends on what book, and my financial situation. Books aren’t cheap, y’know. Also? If I’m not sure I’ll like it then I’ll borrow first, and if I really like it, I’ll buy it.

New or used? I love used books. But mostly because they’re cheaper. I also love new books, that new book smell….yummm. So, I guess either.

Buying choice: book reviews, recommendation or browse? I do all three. Usually I go by browsing, reading the synopsis, and maybe getting a recommendation.

Tidy ending or cliffhanger? Tidy Ending, unless it’s a series. Then I’m ok with a cliffhanger. But don’t leave me hanging with no book afterwards to finish it up! I HATE that.

Morning reading, afternoon reading or nighttime reading? All depends on what kind of book I’m reading. If it’s a fiction, and I’m really into it, I’ll read it all day long if I feel like it. But if it’s a non-fiction, then just at night usually. Unless it’s a really good non-fiction that I am captivated by.

Favorite series? I was really into this one series in Junior High…hmmm I can’t remember the name of them now. I think they were by Vanessa something?? Other than that I haven’t really read much for series, unless you count Sweet Valley High.

Favorite book of which nobody else has heard?  A Painted House by John Grisham. Ok, you might have heard of it, but lots of people I’ve talked to haven’t, because it’s away from the mainstream of his books. (It’s not a legal thriller) It’s from the perspective of a little boy growing up on a cotton farm in the southern USA. It’s a page turner.

Favorite books read last year? The Red Tent by Anita Diamant, A Painted House by John Grisham, and one other one that I can’t remember the name of now. Hmm, shoot. I hate that. Maybe I should by books instead of get them from the library! Hah!

Favorite books of all time? Hmm, I don’t know. I guess I’m not that “booky” that I don’t have my favorite ever books. Or at least, I can’t think of anything right now.

This makes me remember that I really should get back into reading. I really enjoy it, but it seems like I’ve got so many other things on the go in my spare time, that when I read I’m just avoiding something else I should be doing. Is that always the case? Maybe.

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I have a date with Law Enforcement.

I watched a man get hit by a car yesterday. And not just bumped, HIT. Head over feet flying up 6 feet in the air and deadfalling back onto the pavement.

We had a scrapbooking evening planned for last night, and I needed some extra paper. I headed out to the store I needed to go to, and I had made it there with nothing to report. Almost.

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So, if you click on that you can see the full picture. That’s my diagram of what happened to make explaining this a little bit easier. I (the red markings) was just slowing down about to turn right to turn into the parking lot of the scrapbook store (the dark blue X). I noticed a man (the purple markings) frantically waving at the buses across the street (the green markings) trying to catch them. He was obviously late and in a hurry. I noticed him begin to run out into the street, and I turned my head to turn the corner. I didn’t realize there was a car behind/next to me (sort of in my blind spot) until I heard the screetch of his brakes. I whipped my head around and all I saw were legs flying up in the air, and then feet laying down on the ground just on the other side from where I could see of the car who hit him (the light blue markings). Adrenalin kicked in right away, and I whipped into the parking lot and ran out of my vehicle. I ran back to my vehicle because I realized that I didn’t turn it off, I wasn’t even sure if I’d put it in park. I shut it off, grabbed my phone, and ran over. As I was waiting to cross the street the man who was driving the car got out and the second bus had stopped, and the bus driver and the other driver were helping the man to his feet, much to my shock. That man FLEW. He was shaking profusely, and he was just stunned. Another vehicle stopped (who had witnessed the accident from behind) and suggested that the driver and the pedestrian exchange information. The pedestrian insisted he was ok, and that it was his fault, because he ran out into the street. He said he really just needed to go catch his bus. The other witness and I insisted that he was in shock, and that he ought to go sit down and just take it easy for a few minutes, and he said he’d do that on his bus. What could have been so important that he was willing to not only get hit by a car, but also to risk serious injury after the fact and not seek medical attention or at very least exchange information?? So, him and the bus driver walked off. The bus sat there for a few minutes, so I hope the bus driver called in the accident or did something, anything, to convince this man to get medical attention. I’m SURE he was in shock and not able to make rational decisions, and I really regret not getting the information for him, and the driver, who I think was a little bit in shock also, as it took him a minute or two to get out of the vehicle. After they walked away, I looked over the man’s vehicle with him, and it was smashed. His hood was crinkled – so badly there was a chip out of the paint, his windsheild was smashed as though there was a fist size rock that hit it (it was low, so he could still drive and see) and a huge dent in the “arm” part of the windshield – you know, the metal part that surrounds the windshield. I just stood there shocked at how hard he must have hit that man. The guy went up, over his vehicle, head over feet. I’ve never seen anything like it, and the image is going over and over again in my mind. I am feeling like a big idiot now, because I don’t think I reacted properly. We (the people around the pedestrian) should have just phoned an ambulance/police/etc. I’m sure that he was hurt. He was limping as he walked away, and I bet he can’t get out of bed this morning. His body got wrenched as he flew through the air. Also, he flew up pretty high, and fell back down on the pavement, I’m sure he has a concussion or something. I just feel dumb because it was so obvious that he was in shock, and we should have made decisions for him that he wasn’t able to rationally make. I know if it were me, I probably would have reacted the same way as him, but I would have appreciated if someone sought medical attention for me, because surely he’s going to need some sort of physio or at very least massage therapy after that kind of collision. Also, the man’s car had more than 1000$ damage – so it needs to be reported to the police. Which means they need each other’s information in order to do that. I can’t believe I didn’t even get the man’s liscence plate!! Arg. So when I got home, I phoned the cops to ask them if I needed to report it, and kind of said to me “So you have no one’s name, no information, nothing, except for where the incident took place? What do you want us to do with that?” And I said “Well, dude! That’s why I’m phoning you! To know if from a police perspective, if my information is valuable!!” Anyways, he wasn’t rude about it, thankfully. After we got talking a bit, and he realized that there was lots of damage to the vehicle, and that I was sure that the guy got hurt, he said that the people involved in the accident should be reporting it, and so it would be helpful to have my information too. If they don’t report it, then my information is useless, but I don’t know whether they will or not, so I should, just in case they do. Which, I plan to do sometime today.

After I walked away I headed into the scrapbook store and realized that I was just shaking like a leaf. I still can’t believe what I saw! The gals at the store asked me “How are you?” And I’m all “Well, I’m better than the guy who just got hit by a car out there!!” And there were like “REALLY?!? We heard the screetch, what happened?” So of course I relayed what happened, when all of a sudden a lady I know popped out from behind a shelf and was like “Hey! How are you?” My brain couldn’t handle all of this at once, it was weird. So, I browsed the store for a while so that I could calm down enough to drive home. I’ve never witnessed an accident before, never mind something as scary as this, so it’s really on my mind. And how I reacted is on my mind too.

Anyways, that was my drama for the day yesterday. Hopefully it doesn’t amount to anything, and everyone is ok, and goes on with life! Yikes!

On a lighter note, I got two scrapbook pages done last night! Well, almost done, I just need to finish embellishing them! They’re of Lil’ Miss’s 1st birthday! It was fun!!!

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The best part about having kids…

…is hearing the older one tell the younger one (who can’t even speak yet) “I love you, Lil’ Miss” followed by a kiss on the cheek. “So what?” you ask??? It was completely unprompted. In fact, The Boy didn’t even realize I was in the room. AWwwww!!

As cute and wonderful and cuddly as they are, they sure are getting into things lately though. I can’t turn my back for two seconds, or it’s trouble! I was visiting an old friend the other day, and Lil’ Miss had walked the circle in their house (between the kitchen, living room, dining room) and when she came back she had a green marker in her mouth, with it colored all over her lips and tongue! Thankfully it was washable. It’s funny though, I think I’m starting to get less high strung about those types of things. Now, I just laugh, and clean it up. Except when she grabbed the blue bag full of pop cans and dumped it out all over the floor. (it was sticky and awful). I didn’t laugh then. And I literally turned my back and it was done! She’s so fast! There was something else that one of them had done the other day that I came upon and just bust a gut laughing…but I don’t remember what it was though.

This had me laughing today….

postit

It might have been a little unfunny if I hadn’t caught it before he was finished with the whole stack…but for now it was pretty funny. He said it was a road for his Cars Mac Truck. Clever, I thought. And when I took the rest of the post-its away, he insisted that Mac is a big truck and needs a lot more road than that…but he’ll just have to make due.

Oh, and right now as we speak?? Lil’ Miss found that The Boy left some lego on the couch behind me, and she sneaked into the room and is playing with it EVER so quietly. I’ve never heard her play so quietly before!! I usually don’t let her because she eats it…but I’m sitting right here, and it’s just so funny! I said “Lil’ Miss” in an accusing tone and she looked at me stunned that I had caught her. Hello!! I’m sitting right here! You’re not as sneaky as you think!! Isn’t it funny how kids think they are so sneaky? Even when you’re sitting right there? Like my nephew (same age as The Boy, however way beyond his years in smarts) at church on Sunday. His mom told him he couldn’t have his juice box out of his backpack right then, and so he picked it up and put it on his lap, and just kind of sat there like nothing was going on…slowly reached his hand into it, and grabbed the juice box. His mom told him if he took it out she’d haul him out of church for some good old fashioned discipline, and he just gave her this look like “how did you know what I was going to do???”

I actually remember that feeling as a kid. Thinking I was so sneaky and then my mom would know what I was planning and then saying to myself “How on earth does she know?!?!!”

Oh, and now she’s moved on to emptying my purse which I evidently forgot to do up the zipper on. Sigh. I can’t keep up!!!

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The Secret

Have you heard of The Secret? My sister made valid points about it yesterday here.

Go, now…read!

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Mercies New

Mercies New – by Nichole Nordeman.

Is it fair to say I was lured away?
By endless distractions and lovelier attractions then
Or fairer still, my own free will
Is the better one to blame for this familiar mess
I’ve made again

So I would understand if You were out of patience
And I would understand if I was out of chances

Your mercies are new every morning
So let me wake with the dawn
When the music is through or so it seems to be
Let me sing a new song, old things gone
Every day it’s true, You make all Your mercies new

The distance left between East and West
Is how far You would go to forget the debt I’ve owed
And thrown into the sea, the wicked ways in me
Will never have a chance to wash back on the sand

So I would understand if You would make me pay
I would understand lying in the bed I made again

Your mercies are new every morning
So let me wake with the dawn
When the music is through or so it seems to be
Let me sing a new song, old things gone
Every day it’s true, You make all Your mercies new

Up comes the sun on every one of us
Gone, gone, gone the guilt and shame that knew Your name

Your mercies are new every morning
So let me wake with the dawn
When the music is through or so it seems to be
Let me sing a new song, old things gone
Every day it’s true, You make all Your mercies new

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