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Because of my hubby’s sensitivity to wheat we usually have bread on a rare treat. Easter was one of those times. So I made him the GF Banana bread. I followed a traditional bread recipe but substituded the flour for “Montina Rice Flour”. Turned out pretty good if I do say so. Care for a slice? I used the King Arthur Baking Book recipe.
It really is palatable.
My new blog… cause two just aren’t enough!
We love compost. I believe I have mentioned that earlier. However, some drawbacks are these little boogers;
They are such awful little critters. However, if you have any strappin’ boys or manly men put them to work. This picture was taken just before my handsome husband threw that junebug larva against a brick wall and watched it splatter to kingdom come. Boys will have fun while we women will scurry away in search of something a wee bit more refreshing. Like these perchance?
However if you plan to be more useful in your gardening… Compost piles can have MANY of those awful critters above. While I transplanted my beautiful pansies I had to kill 1 dozen at least and oh boy I think my stomache still is squemish. My point is this, they will completely destroy your tomatoe plants. So if you plan to transplant your tomatoes, like we did, you must make sure that your new pots are clear from those critters.
They love moist soil. Especially if its rotting like compost does. No, this whole blog post is not going to be about them. I thought that was one tidbit you should know about them. But anwyay, here are our tomatoes, happily transplanted.
And here are my fresh herbs. OOh I can’t wait!
Now, I plan to put my herbs along this fence…
My very sweet and handsome brother is pulling that awful crab grass out for me.
The poor boy was doomed. Yes, we call him that. And he is all boy too. Yep, All boy, down to the dirtiness, balls, rovin’ gambler, smart alec, all that. He was quite a surprise to us girls when he wouldn’t do anything so sissy. Not like Nolan. Well, Nolan wasn’t sissy just very compliant. 
But, Ethan, He had a fascination for balls, particularly soccer balls (a shame to his father who believes, “The first step to one-world-government”, to put it nicely). He would lug around many balls at once when he was a toddler. Just look at him now,
Ethan, Dapper Dude the 1,
Ethan has always found a way to tell you the most uninteresting things in the most fascinating way. He has a story-telling way about him. I rememeber (and we have it on video somewhere) him telling a story (when he was like 4?) about a horse, black. It when on for over an hour about this horse. I don’t think anything was repeted like, the horse was black, the horse ran in the meadow, the black horse ran in the meadow. Nope, He probably could have written, The Black Stallion without even reading it. But with all that, he has a wee bit of difficulty reading. Mumsie shall remedy that!
I have a very cool picture in my photo album of Ethan all dressed up in the play knights armor. Perhaps that day is the one I remember the most. He dressed up in all this armor, came up to me (5 yr. old) and said, “I’ll protect you!” And away he went slaying the dragon that threatened my life. I called him after that, “My lil knight in shining armour” (Now don’t think he was replaced or he was the replacement, my hubby is, THE knight (not lil) in shining armour).
Ethan loves, Spiderman. I don’t understand the fascination but he is boy and LOVES Spiderman. He has a few outfits and he will wiggle his fingers and do the whole web thing and even make the whooosh sound. Talk to me about boys would ya? Is it like men and “The Godfather”? Boys and “Spiderman”?
But perhaps our favorite movie with Ethan was, “Finding Nemo”. Remember the turtle? Crush? Well, Ethan just loved that movie and would watch it 100 times a day (or so we girls thought when we watching to watch something like “Ice Princess”). But we would walk up to him and say, “sweet” and he would say (3 year old here)
“Duuuuuuuude!” You had to hear it to find it as cute but use your imagination or picture your three-year-old child saying that with dead pan expression but enthusiastic but dead voice. So hard to write but so laughable to remember.
Ethan is also the “Protector” (if you will) of Lorna. That means that while he will tease her to death (and maybe annoy her a wee bit too) he will also be her best companion. I often come over to see them engaged in some sort of conversation or play. Often times Lorna is chasing Ethan or visa versa but there is something between the sibling that just makes your heart melt. He likes to help Lorna hold Euphemia. See, here he is holding her when she was first born… He is gonna make some gal swoon with his teddy bear heart but fearless character.
Another pic to show how boyish he is
He is also looking forward to making a bookshelf with David soon.
Since its the weekend I have limited computer time. Hubby is home and therefor I like to be more productive because he can help take care of Emma. WHile that may sound so backwards, believe me, the system we have going, WORKS!
Ok, so on Monday I will write about the last boy (Ethan) in our family. We are nearing the end. One more girl after him.
But, I had to share my lovely surprise I got in the mail today.. A dear friend of mine sent me a lovely card and this inside… How she loves me! If she is reading this, I want her to know how much I love her too!
Ya’all have a wonderful weekend!
Besides lettting us go broke…. here it is summed up in You’ve Got Mail;
Our early morning stroll. Would you like to join us?
First we will get Emma all ready…
Then we will go South on our little street… still with me?
Now we have our first pit stop (you know like in Amazing Race?) We are about to cross another street we are now heading East.
We shall continue along the bike path/walkers path. The road on the other side is just too narrow and too full of dirt for walkers so the city put in this path. Wasn’t that nice of them? The motorcyclists love it too… they can fill the path up with dirt and get dirt in the walkers eyes and mouth. Ok, so not all of them are so rude. There is actually quite a gentleman that frequents this side of the road. He slows down to a crawl anytime there is pedestrians. Once when I stopped to take pictures of our beautiful mountains, he thought I was having car trouble and stopped to see if I could help.
The path; (see the brick building (the back of it anyway) that is our beloved WalMart)
Now we have a bend in the road and another main road. That one goes straight through town. I guess you could call it main street.
Another pit stop to cross the street and now we will head south again.
After the bend, another straight stretch… Need a drink yet? It’s been a little over 1/2 a mile so far.
We have to stop and smell the rose tree. I want a few of these. Can anyone tell me the name of them?
And to my right I see… YES! WALLY WORLD!
Ok, after another 100-200 feet maybe 300 we come to a stop light. Now since there were a few cars there I didn’t want to scare them so I didn’t take any pictures. I figure they needed to concentrate on driving more than saying, “Cheese!” But I made my way West and we come to Albertsons…
But the real reason we are here is…
What can I get you? I have a free coffee here so I intend to make use of it. It has a $5 value. o I am getting a Venti, Mocha Cafe’ Latte with extra shot. Yummy! Let’s take a rest here while we wait
Refreshing ourselves;
Here is my ticket to heaven… or heaven on earth shall we say?
Don’t try to duplicate it… it won’t work. Sorry.
Now, we’ll head home… It’s been about 45 minutes and we still have half a mile to complete. Somebody is getting a wee bit tired from not exercising… Fresh air, our lungs don’t know what to do!
So, here we are. Someone woke up and is full of energy now. By the time this post is complete, she will be asleep. Mark my word.
And here is where I’ll go
Well, my friends, thank you for the lovely walk and I hope we can do it again soon. Have a lovely day!
Someone posted this and I am sharing it all with you! Go see!
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Our five month old cutie…
How original. So, Andra, the blond one. Not only blond but blue eyes as well. Andra is definetly blond in personality as well. Here she is in one of my creations. This picture is one of my favorites.
She looks so much like her Grandma H. there. She has the complete (or almost) personality of Grandma. She is smart in her own way but she has a ditzy way about her. Probably the thing that stand’s out the most about Andra is her logic. My sisters can be deep in conversation about something, maybe child rearing (yeah we love to talk about that. Especially while watching Nanny and the Naughty Corner) They can go back and forth about the proper way to discipline and correct the child and Andra will pipe in with,
“Why is the room purple? What an interesting color for the child” Makes total sense to her.
I believe Andra would make a good reporter. You enter the house and she will tell you all the updates of the family. Some of the lesser known things, some of the more known and common life details, something that the neighbors are doing, something someone across the country is in cahoot with the president. You name it, she knows every detail about it. While as we posted before about Jenna being our Jonah… perhaps Andra could be the more detailed version of it. Where Jenna will tell you, Lorna broke a dish, Andra will say,
“Sargeant (the dog) ran inside and Lorna was chasing after it. Nolan had a popsicle. Lorna ran into the stack of plates. Braelyn did the bathroom. Lorna broke a large yellow plate. Challice called 2 days ago.”
Oh yes, so Andra. She like Morgann love to bake/cook. She has a interest for gardening too (but not the inclination to weed and prepare the soil. Just plant and water. ).
You can point to something right in front of her and her eyes are across the room scowering the said object. You do have to tell her many times to do one thing or what you have said half a dozen times. Her mind flitters from one thing to another.
Now, I have listed all her bad qualities. What is she like as a sweet girl? Well, Look above at her picture. She has a certain charm about her. Very rarely is she upset or sad. Atleast as far as my eye can see. She posesses the humor for our family- read her comments here Andra’s Antics (don’t worry, will only take about as long as it took to read this far). Andra cuddles, she is a big little sister, She is a friend and a companion, and most of all she is a real treat.
Capturing her energy and livliness would make her quite rich. If only we all could posess what children find within themselves. But then, at one time we all did and it wore us out in the end.
The greatest memory I have of Andra is probably the one that I wasn’t even there for. My mother has told it a hundred times. Her birth. They go to the hospital, the planned homebirth fell through, but the mom didn’t. My understanding, Mom comes out of bathroom, climbs or fall upwards onto the bed and says,
“This baby is coming”. Nurse and Dad nodd and reassure her. “Yes, dear anytime now”.
“No, this baby is coming NOW!” Still more reasurring that it will be anytime. Not sure how long this went on but soon enough Dad says, “Umm… NURSE! There’s a head… HEAD! NURSE!!!” Nurse continues to fill out paperwork. “I’ll be right there. “ doesn’t even look. NURSE! (I can see a few #^*@#! in the distance even thought that is so not my dad). Finally I guess the nurse turned around to make her point, yeah think she was a bit ticked, just as the baby was about to fall on the floor and made a dash and caught her. Wow. Talk about God. Now, the reason Dad didn’t catch the baby was Mom had his thumbs. She could’nt let go. I hear she tried but she didn’t. What a memory huh? That is what I remember most about Andra. The birth story I was never there for.
What a Eulogy should Andra ever need one. Ha. I’ll be gone before that sprintz is.
Jesse Spencer - Molly Smiles Lyrics
Daddy’s little girl paints the world with her magic wand
Daddy’s little child breathes new life to the morning time for me
Though we’re apart, her thoughts follow me
When I come home, Molly smiles with the dawn
Molly smiles, and she radiates the glow around her halo
When she plays, Molly smiles
On a summer day, Molly smiles
A new day, Molly smiles
Daddy’s little girl ties a ribbon around my heart
Daddy’s little child waves goodbye to the ocean tide that sweeps me
Though we’re apart, she’s a part of me
Molly smiles with the dawn
Molly smiles and she radiates the glow around her halo
When she plays, Molly smiles
On a summer day, Molly smiles
A new day, Molly smiles
When I come home, Molly smiles with the dawn
Molly smiles and she radiates the glow around her halo
When she plays, Molly smiles
On a summer day, Molly smiles
A new day, Molly smiles
When the days have gone grey,
Nothing’s wrong when Molly smiles
Nope, sorry, not mine but go here
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and send a skein of floss for a contest! Who will win a GC??!?!
So the blog is called sodbusters cause that’s what my old man and me (his old woman) do, bust up our sod. We dream of the day when we will have the stregnth, energy, and money to own a farm. But until then we will spend our free time working the desert soil of our 160 (less than 1/2 an acre) acre’s of soil. Anyway my point is this entry is about gardening… the kind we do here in the desert. Remember, we are about 1 1/2 hours from Death Valley. Yeah, THE Death Valley. So, without further ado…here we go…
So, remember that Ranuculus plant I bought Monday? Well here is the first peek you get of it… Don’t worry more photo’s to come!
So that was planted with one baby on my hip. I kid you not… I don’t even remember how I did that. Anyway, I had to transplant that from one of those cheap plastic containers to a nice tarracotta pot…. now, that is really not recommendable. I need to figure out a nice pot for the desert here. The tarracotta pot can hold in so much heat in the summer that it is just horrible… but the plastic containers the sun just eats. Now you get more of an idea why its a bit difficult to have nice garden here. Anyway, you take it out of it’s previous home (the plastic cheap home, we can call it an apartment) and stick her in her permenant home… the nice brick home. Hey, we live in a brick home too! Saweet. Sorry, straying here. Now, you need to GENTLY loosen the roots. Don’t strangle them. Don’t frighten the life out of the poor thing. Just try to get the roots free to roam around in their new home. Put in your pot and fill with all kind of goodies to make sure they will have a comfortable stay…namely soil. Now my soil comes from my husband’s compost barrels. Have I ever showed them to you? They are pretty nifty lil thing! He used old barrels from the automotive shop he works at (they use to hold Linex stuff) and added a nice lil door with a little welding and a pin.
See?
Now, I must stray again, see that nice soil?!?! That use to be just left over veggies and everything else. That is what a compost bin is. Left over food that you just don’t wanna eat, like banana peels, orange peels, avacado pits, well you get the picture. Add a wee and I mean WEE bit of desert soil and add about 2-4 cups of water a week and you roll those back and forth about 2 a day and you get really nice soil. Now remember that Ranuculus plant? It was used with that soil? Look at the difference;
Anyway, this is what our garden is right now. That good soil is being worked in our soil. This is our second year of good gardening.
Ok the weeds have just got to go! Tomorrows project in our ahem, spare time? See the barrels in the background? See that Devil grass? Some call it Crab Grass, Its weeds. Awful stuff. Just ruin everything about the soil. The roots go all over the place and you will never really get rid of it. It makes me have hives all over. BLECH! YUCK! So my nice brother, the one I just wrote about, Nolan, is going to be bribed, er paid to take em out for me. In that area, I hope to plant a nice herb garden.
What was I saying? Oh yeah, gardening here in the desert. Well, there you have it. Hard work, rewarding, hard work, fun, hard work, we get to reap the fruits of our labors (sometimes literaly), hard work, and I think we have a wee bit of hard work involved. Just in case you had ANY doubt, hard work is involved.
Here are my tulips from last year or the year before, coming back up, yep, I planted them in a whiskey barrel
Now, here is another picture of that Ranuculus plant I promised,
Well, that’s all folk. Thanks for reading and you have a good weekend. :) Hope you have cleaned a few useful things from this entry.
Be it ever so humble… There’s no place like home.
After a very busy week, I am much looking forward to a very relaxing day at home… but alas, the week is not over. So, why do I long to sit here? Let me explain;
Monday; Already blogged about that. Remember my shopping trip and PO? And the LLL meeting
Tuesday; Birthday party and bank trip
Wednesday; Visiting and another PO trip
Thursday; Today, Shopping, Park with siblings, unexpected trip to home to drop off a child I wasn’t suppose to watch today (tomorrow is the correct day.) Clean house for lady. POor Euphemia has lived in a carseat all week. BLECH!
Friday; Brother’s birthday, Tax appt., watch said child, clean again
Saturday; Baby shower
Sunday; The Lord’s day and meal with In-laws. YAY!
WHEW! If you despise being home I really encourage you to seek out why and find ways to change it. Home is the utmost bestest place to be.
My next entry will be Monday. See you after the weekend!
Have you ever heard the song; Be My Little Baby Bumblebee”? A very stupid song but we would do a little modifying and change it too, “Be my little baby Jenna Bee. Be a bee, be a bee, be a Jenna bee.” The reason for this is Jenna’s middle name, Blythe. Oh and what a fitting middle name. Actually, Jenna full name, Jenna Blyth Havig fits her to a T. She has the humor of a Havig. She full of blithe and ever so gay. Whenever I hear the name, “Jenna” I think of a blond hair, beautiful young lady. Jenna fits that description.
So, guess who this entry is about? That’s right! Jenna!
Jenna was born such a beautiful baby that Mumsie quit bringing her with her when she did errands. Everyone would stop and coo and coo over Jenna that Mumsie could be standing around for hours (or what seemed like hours). While she was a proud mama oops, mom (never call Mumsie, “mama”) if you knew her you know she
A: hates shopping
B: Hates shopping
C:HATES shopping
D: well, hates shopping.
I remember a lot about Jenna. She WAS beautiful and the first blond baby that I can remember. Jenna also is one smart cookie. Whoever said blonds were dumb did not ever meet Jenna. She is a grammar wiz, she picks up things so quickly, and can easily retain them as well.
Jenna is a favorite in society circles. Ahem, yes I guess she is “out”. She is you sweet quiet girl among the adults but playful and fun among the children. She is quick to be a helper can possess a streak of stubborness, yes, she does cheat in games. But with all her faults, she is a valuable and loyal friend.
Jenna is the one in the family that has a fondess for Horses. With how popular girls are today with horse stuff, Jenna was the first (and only?) girl that absolutely has a fascination for them. While the rest of us enjoy good pictures, maybe a good story about them, or even a nice outfit or two with horse theme, Jenna will go all out. I doubt she could tell you the breed but I wouldn’t put it past her. Recently she has been renting, Saddle Horse Club books from the library, and our own as well.
Jenna I believe was the first baby I started changing diapers for. Perhaps that is why we have a bond between us. I am sure she would like to forget that kind of bond.
It is hard to write about Jenna and the memories I have of her. Perhaps the most recent ones are my favorite. Taking care of Lorna, Taking care of Emma, reading here, playing there. They are all little snapshots in a large photo album. Just tiny memories but they so make up the personality Jenna is. On a gloomy day, one smile, or a word from Jenna can lift the hearts of all those around her.
Jenna was the first girl to have surgery. Yes, she had surgery. While playing with her friends she decided to get wacked in the forehead with a golf club. Of course it was all an accident. But it did earn her a nice helicopter ride, large hospital, surgery, and a long period of rest. The poor girl was about to go bored with all the rest she was given. But she was NOT to over exert herself. School was a no. Much to her dismay. Coloring after a while is a bit boring. But from all of this she learned to use her knifty knitter. She made Emma one. A nice soft green one. I still love that hat. She really needs to make her another one. Jenna has had so much fun with them that she actually has been making some to sell. Go to Paradoxology.wordpress and talk to my mom for more details.
Jenna is going to be 12 (I think) years old this year. I can remember birthday’s so well, but don’t ask me ages! She has a more mature personality but all in all, she is ever so gay and sucha bonnie Lass. A real cwedit (as Lady Cumnore from Wives and Daughter would say) to her parents.
As I was writting this out, the poem from Much ado about nothing came to my head; This fits Jenna so well.
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more.
Men, were deceivers ever;
one foot in sea, and one on shore
to one thing, constand never
but sigh not so and let them go
and be you blithe and bonny
Converting all your sounds of woe,
in hey nonny, nonny!
Second batch. A sense of acomplishment is filling my being. David is happy.
Oh and this is on my needles. It’s a beginner’s sweater. All it is is knitted rectangles, then you sew em all together. I can do that!
So, now we come to the eldest boy in the family. It took 4 girls for him to happen.
Ain’t he cute?
I’ve always thought he looked like an American, Harry Potter.
Anyway, so Nolan was the first boy. Everyone was happy. Of course we always wondered why girls weren’t as good? But I doubt people understood that we understood them as well. The culture today says, if you have more than one have 1 boy and 1 girl. Or, only girls. Anyway, on to Nolan!
Poor lil guy. He really didn’t have a chance to be a all boy. With four sisters he was stuck with us. When we played dress up, he played with us. He was more the knight but he still wore the flowery fabric as a cape. When we played dolls he did too. But through all of that, he was one, obsessed smart cookie. Nolan had/has a fascination for hot wheels. Like boys do.
So, he would line up his 100 cars in a row. Run to the bedroom for more (yeah, more) and my Daddy would quickly switch two cars and be back to what he was doing before Nolan got back. We all would watch…(in our devious and inconspicuous ways) Nolan would stare at the cars and survey the situation. He knew something wasn’t right. After a few minutes he would switch the same two cars back. Like Lucille says in “What the Deaf Man heard” (Excellent movie by the way. I highly recommend it) There is nothing dumb about that boy.
It was Nolan that took over my paper routes and “protected” me during the times we did them together. We had so much fun. We loved to race around the back yard. Of course I always had to win. But sweet lil Nolan always reminded me that he “let me win”.
Nolan loves to work with his hands. He helped me last year brake up tons and tons and tons and tons… of branches into small enough sticks to fill paper bags with. These sticks of course were all used up within a week but the word was hard and he did very much look forward to it. But it provided some fun times for us. I hear he is eager to do it again. Have no fear Nolan. Around here, wood is never scarce.
But, he does other things with this hands. I have two verses woodburned in a nice peice of oak. The first one is what I recieved for my birthday and it says, The Grass Withers, the Flower fades but the Word of our God will stand Forever!” The other one is “I can do all things through Christ who stregnthens me”. Both are such excellent reminders to me every time I see them. Which is daily since they sit so nicely on my dresser. I hear he made a dragon too.
Nolan is probably the only one in the family that loves video games. But as much as he loves them, it sounds to me like he doesn’t play with them much. They use to belong to Braelyn but she sold them to Nolan. (Braelyn has a difficult time being interested in one thing for very long) (ahh don’t hit me dearie!!!) He plays mostly with his friends and it sounds like they have a deeper desire for them than he does.
For those that read Mumsie’s blog. (Paradoxology or Havig Haven) know that Nolan is quite the handy man. He did many things in remodeling the bathroom. He is sanding down things all the time. He did the medival fort with all the medival weapondry. His natural talent for creativity always gives him a sense of acomplishment. Currently his hobby is models. Mainly plane models but he has done birdhouses, cars, and other various things.
My fondest memory may be of the time when I was approached on our route by a stranger who wanted to go out with me (16 yr old and a 40 guy… CREEPY!) I pedaled away as fast as I could and Nolan followed. (the guy that accompanied the creep kind of kicked the creeps pants and said to behave. But I don’t think the creep (nice fitting name don’t you think) really cared what his “friend” thought) There was only one street left. I should have ridden home but I finished the route and Nolan stuck to me like glue. I could see him across the street keepin an eye out. This is a 10 year old boy here. He watched what I was doing. And he kept an eye out for the van that the creep went in. I have to say, having Nolan there was the most comforting thing I have ever experianced. I knew he wouldn’t be able to attack but I knew he was a protector. And he has been that way for many years. Sure, he teases sisters and brother’s like any other brother would do. But when it comes to being serious and manly, you can count on him to protect you through thick and thin weather.
Did you know he will go get you chocolate? He will purchase with his own hard earned money gummy worms for the kids? What a handsome lil man we have. He knows the way to a woman’s heart. I have to say that Nolan and I have a silent mutual understanding that I do not have with the others. We all are close but Nolan and I have a bond.
So, did you know that when Nolan is embarrased or angry his gate ears get red?
Are your ears red and on straight Roly Poly Noly?
Sit down, grab your coffee or tea and enjoy my entry, as I write this I am finishing up my Mocha Cappuchino from Starbucks
So, I am gonna take a break from all my sibling writtin’, Mainly because my Mother isn’t up yet to send me a picture of my brother. My sister owns all the good ones. REmember her? The photography girl? The sinn….er sweetest sister? Ahem, so anyway I will be writting about what’s going on here because I know everyone is just dyin’ to know what housewives are really like.
Well today I had to make sure my hubby went off to work. Not because I had something important to do but because he would like to keep his job and that requires being there on time. So with a rumble tumble from the bed, I fed the baby and set myself to making two meals. One for us (breakfast) and one for Hubby to take with him. He stays at work alone at lunch time while the rest of the employee’s at the automotive repair shop goes and gets a Big Mac from Macdonalds. Not only does hubby enjoy my leftover home cookin’ he knows he doesn’t have to worry about how much msg is in there or whether there is wheat. He is having Spring Rolls (made by me) (rice wrappers), Left over tri-tip from last night (week’s special) and a boiled egg (daily egg, Carolita) and some grapes because there was no apple special this week.
So off he went. By dear!
Now, it was my turn. I scrambled to get babykins ready to go out. Pulled back my tangly hair to make it somewhat presentable, threw on a skirt (cause my knit shorts just weren’t acceptable for going out in). That’s when I notice my shirt. A coffee stain that didn’t come out. Oh well. I’ll have to look like a mom today. Dash to the car. Drive 1/2 mile to the wally world and pick up some;
Cream bias tape for some dresses
Pink buttons for said dresses
Birthday card for neice
Root bear for 21 year old friend’s birthday tomorrow (the only “liquor” she will ever drink)
Manilla envelope
Oooh! Tomato plants!
Aww that reduced Ranuculus needs a home.
White bias tape for the white pettidresses
CHOCOLATE! (it’s gonna be a long day)
And then, to start the week off, a good starbucks coffee with what change I had left (and JUST the amound too, I think I had 1 penny to spare.)
So, now we dash on home. Babykins who has been up for 2.5 hours by now is ready for her morning nap. So by the time we get home, off to her bed she goes and I start sewing on buttons. I check up on my friends by their blogs or Instant Messenger. I plan the rest of the day which include;
Going on AGAIN to
Mail packages
Grab Monday’s produce special at Stater Bros.
Make Library stop (gotta see what books they have this week)
Grab knitting books at Library for beginners and try to figure out some stitches.
Stop by Walgreens and see if they still have the 99cents a dozen egg special (please Lord!) Did you know we pay almost $3 a dozen for eggs now? Ridiculous. I want my own chicks! WAAAAAAAAAA
Ahem, alright lets move on.
Things i need to acomplish today;
Keifer (already made but by tonight it should be 48 hours since I made it so I will need to check it and see if I need to make another batch. David goes through them so quickly. Hee hee, gotta love that guy)
I need to get some white pettidresses done. They are all cut out but need to be sewn (that’s the easy part! I hate cuttin out!)
Laundry
Livingroom tidied up and organzied as part of my challenge for re-establishing a more fruitful marriage. Long story.
I have a LL Meeting tonight.
And so much more so I better get off and hop to it.
What am I gonna do for dinner?
A Ranuculus flower
To kind of give you a personality view on Kaylene the next sibling in the family a lot of this entry will be in pictures. Especially since she just celebrated her 15th birthday.
Kaylene is hard to categorize, but if I could give one word for Kaylene it would be, “Unique”. I tried to find a more “cool” word but I don’t have the time to sit and read a whole dictionary. Kaylene has a very interesting personality. She is fun to be around and will act silly and like a normal teenage girl but she will also listen to Sense and Sensibility soundtracks and watch Anne of Green Gables til the DVD player is over heated.
Kaylene is usually one of the background girls. While she will stand out (and not because of her gorgeous strawberry-blond hair) in character, her presence is more noticed by her infectious laugh, her winning smile and her devious ways. My sister’s will probably laugh at this description.
Kaylene is still in school. She is a wiz at something but does struggle through different subjects. What’s the capitol of Madrid? (really think about that question there.) She is usually the first one to run in and say (when I arrive), “where is my niece?”
Her talent’s probably lie in the computer realm. Very much like her Daddy she enjoys the computer and will be whined at, talked at, begged at, and so forth, for a chance on the computer. I am not sure how compliant Kaylene is with her other siblings, but I have no problem weaseling coaching the computer from her, then again, I have never had that problem. End of story there. Onward.
Kaylene was always the most obnoxious, rude, loud, “disobedient” child that ever set foot in the Havig house. After years of many trying days, correction, Mumsie said, “Wham, she was the sweetest, loveable girl and more obedient too!”
We are not exactly sure what happened but whatever it was we give thanks!
Kaylene is also a sci-fi fan. I am not sure of all the different shows she has seen I do know that among them are, “Stargate”, “Stargate Atlantis”, “Dr. Who”, “Everday (?) Hero’s” and “invasion”.
Kaylene is just your ordinary every day old-fashion girl. You have to know her personally to understand her. She is not a easy one to write about. She does not have a hidden personality but she is not open. She is helpful but has to be nagged to do her work. She is witty but she is not a comedian. She likes romance but she is not a romantic. She is sensible but not a fanatic. She is a geek but not dumb. She is sassy but not rude. She is a friend and she is best-friend.
Probably my greatest memory of Kaylene was probably the day she was born. I was woken up, not by the sounds of a woman in labor about to give birth to her 4th girl, but of a warm snuggled up baby being placed beside me.
Another memory is actually combined withy several the many times we would try to figure out who Musie called. Almost everytime we were wrong. It is weired becaue our names sound nothing alike but when Kaylene was called I would come running and visa versa. Perhaps another memory of her is usually getting into my things. Ooh how that would irritate me but a gentle reminder from Mumsie would usually set the record straight.
“You have such nice things and Kaylene would like to play with them as well.” If I still was unhappy,
“challice, learn to share!” Gulp.. Usually at that point Kaylene’s interest lie elsewhere.
I do not remember how her nickname came along, most likely an invention from Daddy. But it stuck. Like glue. We call her our Leenie Lou. Sometimes we would annoy her and call her KK and I think she finally got over that.
As a young girl Kaylene had an invisable friend…name Connie. I shall not write about the many things that Kaylene would do with Connie. Most of them I don’t even know but among them was hugging tree’s. Yep, Kaylene was a tree hugger. (We later learned that the tree was Connie.) Connie did everything with Kaylene. We would laugh at her, tease her horribly but after a few tears (and us a correction from the big man) she would be off to tackle Connie again. Oh man. The stories I have for her future husband. I dare not share all of them now in case perchance he reads this!
So, after worrying about having nothing to write I came up with almost 800 words. Not to shabby.
Happy Birthday Leenie Lou. Know you we love you. Marry well. Marry Rich. Be Happy.
