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Wednesday, December 31, 2008

My weirdness

Alright, fine I'll tell you one of my idiosyncrasies.

The people in pictures can see me. There, I said it. What? You don't understand? Here I'll show you.

See E.T.? He can see you too.


See the sprout? She can see you too, or she could if she had her eyes open.


I don't know where this weirdness came from, but it' defiantly there. We have a shelf in our bathroom, it's directly across from the toilet and it's function is to hold bath towels, washcloths, things like that. We keep a few magazines on it too for, well you know what they're for.

I had been turning the magazines with pictures of people on the front over so they couldn't see me, but anytime anyone else used the magazines, they'd crazily put them back face up. Don't they know that those people can see them?? I finally had to break down and explain to Boo why the magazines, had to be face down. Or covered completely if there is a face on the back too!

Now you know too and you can feel like your being watched all around your house.

You're welcome.

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

The Sprout's Christmas Choir Performance

I don't have a digital video camera. I would love to have one however. (Boo, did you hear that?)My digital camera will take video, but it's memory card won't hold much. So I could only capture the first song of the Spout's concert.

Here it is for your viewing pleasure.

She's second row, third from left.

Friday, December 26, 2008

I can finally talk about it

It's after Christmas, I can bring myself to recount the horrible tale now. This is the story of our Christmas tree.

Each year for the past 4 or 5 years we've gone to a local tree farm and selected and sawed down our own tree. The farm is really nice, they have hay rides, and farm animals for the kids to visit with. They hide little ornaments in the field of baby trees that aren't ready to be cut yet and let the children go for a treasure hunt. If they return with an ornament they get to pick a little prize from a box. It's all very wonderful and good family time. (The farm is called Santa's Forest Choose and Cut Christmas Tree Farm. I looked but they don't seem to have a website)

This year, however, the Sprout was going to be with her biological father on Christmas tree getting weekend so we decided just to grab one of those trees outside the grocery store.


Boo and I had not been having the best of days, it was COLD and raining, we were both irritated. I said something along the lines of "Oh, just grab one" He grabbed the first one and we brought it home.

nekkid tree

You may not be able to tell, I tried to take as flattering a picture as possible,though blurry (again) but the tree is no where near the classic Christmas tree shape. Ordinarily this wouldn't bother me. My crunchy granola side would pipe up and say "hey, it's more natural looking, it's not a Frankentree at all" The problem with it's un-shapeliness is that the top is bigger than the bottom. I don't know if you've been to physics class lately but when something's top is bigger than it's bottom it tends not to be particularly stable.

The tree has fallen. Twice.


I'm really beginning to think the ornaments look better on the ottoman.

Another problem the tree has, which isn't helped at all by bumping into the floor is that it's sort of flat. I guess it's from being shipped, but it's sort of folded up like an umbrella.

Oh and did I mention that when I opened the box of ornaments there were no lights? Apparently I threw them out last year, (they had a short) and forgot about it.

But it's a tree. It smells nice. It looks nice when it's lights are lit and all the other lights in the house aren't.

OK, I'm going to take it to the compost heap now.

Thursday, December 25, 2008

This one time at band camp. . .

Ok, so it wasn't band camp it was gym class. My friends, I'll call them Jennifer, Tenille, and David, cause those are their names, and I didn't want to play basketball in the gym again.

Is it just me or does everyone remember high school gym class as nothing but pickup games of half court basketball?

Anyway, back to the story, we went down to the tennis courts which were behind the school and down a hill. My high school was in a very rural area so the tennis courts bordered the woods behind the school. There was a football field to the right and a cow pasture to the left if you're interested in that kinda thing.

We didn't want to play tennis either mind you, buncha slackers we were. So we were down there goofing off when we decided to go into the woods. No, there wasn't any adult supervision, why do you ask?

There was a clearing in the woods scattered with beer cans and cigarette butts. As we were walking through the clearing, I looked down and saw the sole of a shoe sticking up through the dirt. Of course, as any logical teenage girl would I screamed and pointed it out to my friends.

We poked at it and it felt solid. We were sure there was a foot inside. We made David dig it up. He slowly dug around the shoe with a large stick digging deeper and deeper until he uncovered a dead body. Not really, he just uncovered an old shoe packed full of dirt.

Good times.

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Lists, lists lists

When I decided that I was going to start blogging much more regularly, the first thing I did was make a list of possible future topics. Things that have happened recently. That's when i decided I'd blog about my love of lists.

I make lists of everything. I make grocery lists, lists of errands I need to do, lists of the things I've bought for dinner for the week, lists of things I need to do around the house (vacuum, sweep, bleah), everything. Here's a list of some tradeskill information from World of Warcraft.


And that's my beloved notebook, I have to keep a notebook like this easily accessible at all times for list making purposes. I'm lost without it. Boo says I make lists of my lists, and although he's joking I actually have done that before. I've listed the contents of storage boxes, and then packed the list into the box where it's completely useless as a reference tool. I've written things on lists of things to do that have already done, just so some things can be marked off.

Other than the lists I'm really not organized, promise.

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

The Sock Saga

I used the cash I received for my birthday to buy yarn to make Boo and the Sprout some socks. This is not as unselfish as it sounds. The enjoyment I get out of knitting comes from the act of knitting. I don't care what I knit or who it's for, I just want to knit. Besides, I'd already knitted myself a pair of socks.

This is my favorite part of knitting socks. It's called "turning the heel". I've heard lots of people bemoan the horror of turning the heel, but really it's my favorite part!

Forgive the blurriness, please. I had the camera set on the wrong focus and didn't realize until it was too late.


It's like magic, one minute you have a flat piece of knitting and the next, you have a little cup for the heel to eventually live in. I go around the house trying to get people to put their noses in, but they never cooperate.


So I was bopping along, perfectly happy in sock land, then i see this . . .


I know it's blurry also, but you can hopefully see that it's a ball band. An empty ball band.

It's immediately followed by this . . .


What's that you ask? That, my friends, is an unfinished Sprout sock.


Now I have to drive for half an hour to buy one skein/ball of yarn to do a small portion of the foot and the toes of the sock. What, I ask you, am I supposed to do with the leftovers from that ball? I don't think the Sprout is going to grow a third foot anytime soon.

Le sigh

Monday, December 22, 2008

2008 Christmas Tree Lighting

Just some pictures today.

Our town recently held it's 50th annual Christmas parade and tree lighting ceremony. My daughter, being a member of her school choir, sang at the ceremony.

Here the choir director tries to herd them into a line to practice.


Here she is waiting to preform, she's gonna hate that picture one day :P


Here, this ones better, no strange faces in this one. This is her and her bestest friend Macy.


Oh and the tree in case you wanted to see


Friday, December 19, 2008

Great Grandma Ledford

Today is Dec 19th, 2008. It would have been my great grandmother's 88th birthday, however she passed away on November 22nd. I'm surprised I'm posting this. I'm not one to dwell at all on death or to mark the deceased's birthday after they're gone, but I felt the need to blog it so I'm blogging it :)

Here is Fannie Elizabeth Ledford with her husband Burns Augustus Ledford (he passed away in 1987). I'm not sure when this picture was taken. My mom scanned and emailed it when I was doing my family tree thing.

Let's see, what to tell you about Grandma? I remember when I got my first pair of Converse hi tops in the 80s she told me she wore a pair just like them when she played basketball in school. She was very very afraid of thunderstorms. She'd actually sometimes lay on the floor during a storm. She was married when she was 14 and had 6 children. She had 11 grandchildren(my mom); 18 great-grandchildren(me) and four great-great grandchildren(my daughter).

Here's a Picture from 2007.

2007 grandma ledford

Happy Birthday Grandma!

Thursday, December 18, 2008

I love that kid

I hate housework. Kinda odd to hear that from a housewife huh? I love taking care of my family and making sure they have what they need but i hate the drudgery of doing the same things over and over. Laundry is like that. Wash the same clothes over and over, fold the clothes . . . . boring!
To make matters worse my laundry room is a tiny little thing with no windows and nothing much to look at. Yet when i walked in a few days ago I had this view.

luvnote washer

My daughter had left this note for me, written in dry erase marker, on top of the washing machine.

A similar note, this time including her father appeared on the kitchen message board.

luv note fridge

I love that kid!

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

I love that man

Boo has been to almost every school event and function the sprout has had. The amount her biological father has attended? Zero.

This time I didn't think he was going to make it. She has a Christmas program on the 18th. She's in the school choir and she'll be singing. She needs to be there at 5:30 and the performance begins at 6. Boo doesn't get home from his one hour commute until after 6. I thought he would be able to attend. He's just started this job and there is no way he could ask for a day off or to leave early.

He came home with news a few days ago though, he's switched shifts with a coworker. My beloved is going in early so that he can leave early. The man who hates to get up 'at the crack ass of dawn', as he so affectionately refers to it, is going to get up early and drive to work before the sun is up just so he can attend his daughters performance.

There is nothing sexier than a good father. I love that man!

Blogging or lack thereof

I know I've been really bad about blogging regularly. But lately I've been reading the Pioneer Woman's Blog (she actually has several rolled into one)and hey, if she can do it with her crazy life then I certainly can!

I love her blog, she posts everything from descriptions of what working cattle means to sound files of her burping. It's just the eclectic kinda craziness I love. I'm taking time to go back and read her past posts now and I think Boo may be tired of hearing Pioneer Woman anecdotes by now. Too bad for him :P

I'll see you tomorrow :)