Friday, April 20, 2007

Waiting for Gandalf

The wait is over! But alas, Gandalf is not his name. Instead, my brand new nephew is named Gustav Wesly. (I think. I kind of forgot to ask about the spelling and really can't remember how my grandpa's middle name--Gustav or Gustaf--was spelled.) But however it's spelled, Mom, Dad, Baby, and Big Sister are all fine. Yay!!!!

Wow. Two nephews in one week. My sister Kara left me a message that she has her son back. I couldn't understand part of the message, so need to call her and find out the details. Good news all around it sounds like!

Getting down on all fours and imitating a rhinoceros stops babies from crying. (Put an empty cigarette pack on your nose for a horn and make loud "snort" noises.) I don't know why parents don't do this more often. Usually it makes the kid laugh. Sometimes it sends him into shock. Either way it quiets him down. If you're a parent, acting like a rhino has another advantage. Keep it up until the kid is a teenager and he definitely won't have his friends hanging around your house all the time. ~P.J. O'Rourke

Thursday, April 19, 2007

Mmmm....no title really.....

I wrote a great blog entry the other day. Pulitzer caliber! But you'll never get to read it, because my Internet Explorer decided to shut down. grrrrrr

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LAURA!!!!!

(that was for my sister)

So one thing I was writing about the other day is my newest televsion obsession. Yep, Shear Genius. It's a competition among hairdressers. They started out with twelve, and as of last night they are down to ten. They do two challenges each week. A "short cut" (which I thought the first week meant they were to design a short hairstyle, of course it irked me to see all these long hairstyles when I thought they should be short. I guess short just refers to the shorter amount of time they have to complete it.) after which they are ranked and the top stylist gets first pick of model for their next challenge. The elimination round. bwahahahaha! The first week the elimination was Hair Art. Last night they had models who showed up with a photo of a celebrity who's hair they wanted emulated. Some of it turned out good, some not so good. I feel like they need a third challenge in there. Or that the first one should have some more weight with regard to elimination. But that's just me. Until the execs at Bravo get in touch with me, I guess they'll just have to muddle through with what they have going now. sigh

Leavenworth Alefest is coming up. Yee-haw! Beer and brats! Come on good weather too! At least we are guaranteed good friends---that sure helps! Too bad some other friends of ours can't come too........(yeah, you know who you are)

Well, I've read a few of the 22 or so books I checked out from the library before they closed. Wonder how many I'll finish by May 21. Any guesses??

Nothing much else to say today.

Hair style is the final tip-off whether or not a woman really knows herself. ~Hubert de Givenchy, Vogue, July 1985

Monday, April 09, 2007

Finally---the second week of April!!!!

Why, you ask, am I so darn excited about the second week of April? Because this is the first week I've had in a while with nothing major happening. And it's likely to be the last week like that for a while too.....

Last week was Spring Break. So we just got over having an exchange student for two weeks on top of me helping with the teaching for that program, and now we're off to Spokane! Uh-uh, not so quickly! First, we buy a house. Yep, you heard (er, read) right, we bought a house. In Ephrata. Saturday morning we went to the house at 8am and by 10am we were writing up an offer. I'll keep you posted on the dates of the big yard sale!! The house is very cute. It's good-sized, but the way it's set up I'm not sure that all of our furniture will fit in it. And the girls will--gasp--share a room. They are OK with it. All we had to do was say the magic words: Bunk Beds.

After we bought the house we went to Colfax for my Granddad's memorial service. (my mom's dad) Very nice service with stories and a slide show. I swear in one of the pictures Granddad looked like Nicolas Cage---if he'd been cast in O Brother, Where Art Thou? that is. It's great to see all the family members that we never get to see anymore. When we were kids I'd see some of the cousins at the fair and Junior Livestock Show. Now it's only at weddings and funerals. Of course we heard the "we should get together at the lake" and "family reunion" phrases bandied about. We'll see what happens..... Guess it might be nice to move closer. We'll be two hours away instead of six.

The girls and I stayed with my mom until Friday morning. What a week! Andrew is still with his idiot father so we didn't get to see him, but I think we saw everyone else. My friend Amy had a baby last month so the girls and I went to her house for a couple of hours. The last time I saw her daughter was three years ago---in the hospital a day after she was born! It was great to see them. I'm so bad at keeping up with friends. I hope I redeem myself when we move!

Easter weekend we spent in Ephrata. We went to an Easter Egg Hunt in Moses Lake. Couldn't find one advertised in Ephrata, but found out the next day that there was one. Bummer. I think the girls had fun though. Emma got a prize egg and won a basket with a stuffed lamb and some candy. Justin's dad met up with us in Moses Lake for lunch and then we took him to see our new house. (the couple who we're buying it from are super sweet and very accommodating!) The girls and I left Sunday around 1pm. I was wiped out last night! However, that did not stop me from starting the puzzle I'd bought at a thrift store. It's a big mug of beer. We'll see how long it takes me to finish it.

Audrey has a doctor's appointment this morning so I'd better get her ready to go. Tomorrow I'll go to the library with a big list of books to check out. The library will close this weekend and then reopen in their new, big building in mid-May. So I figured I'd stock up. And it's less for them to move, right? So I'm being helpful.

There is a certain relief in change, even though it be from bad to worse! As I have often found in travelling in a stagecoach, that it is often a comfort to shift one's position, and be bruised in a new place. ~Washington Irving