Let's just get it out in the open that I don't LOVE to clean up messes

The other day Ben was throwing away what was left of his waffle with peaches and powdered sugar on them.

Ben (exuberantly): I put my waffle in the garbage... but it didn't stay in the garbage!

(The garbage was a little full alright! It fills up quickly.)

Me: *groan* Get a napkin and pick up the big things and I'll get the rest.

Ben (after a pause) (also exuberantly): Now the peach went under the door!

Me: *double groan* OKAY! Just LEAVE it! I'll come and clean it!

Yay. What a fun activity for me. You just never know when you're going to get to clean the underside of a door.

Some old people are just so darn adorable

Yesterday I saw the cutest old man checking out an old-west themed book at the library. He was probably in his 80s, he had on a cowboy hat and boots. He flung the book down on the desk acting all tough and said, "I need to check out this here book." And I couldn't help but smile as I pictured him in his rocking chair with an afghan on his lap reading about the wild ol' west.

I didn't know old people read books.

Just kidding of course. I know they can still read. I just haven't come in contact with any who read for pleasure. Maybe the real reason is that I am not in contact with hardly any people over 70 and I don't know what anyone older than that is like since all my grandparents have been deceased most of my life. (Except for one who spoke a different language.)

Writer's block

I got nothin.

The end.

Speak n spell

I've always been a pretty good speller. Not really spelling bee good though. My one experience with a big deal spelling bee was in 9th grade and I was out in the first round with the word: "kernel" - I spelled k-e-r-n-e-l. But what I should have done was asked them to use it in a sentence because the word was "colonel". I got the one trick word. I did know how to spell colonel too but that's just not the word I thought of when I heard "kur-nl".

So I have been shocked and disappointed in myself because lately I have been writing things phonetically. Like:

wonce

union (for onion)

hoo (for who - what?! - yes... I really did)

tirn (for turn - could go either way)

What is going on in my brain? I then have to erase or scribble out the word while shaking my saddened head. These spelling errors usually happen when I write by hand. Maybe I'm just lazy when it comes to hand writing things.

Hallowe'en '09

A few days before Halloween we had soup bowls for dinner. Here we are digging out pumpkin bread bowls

Here is a young boy, mad about what's for dinner (potato broccoli cheese soup) - a look I'm very familiar with.

Posing - but still whining about having to eat the soup.

I thought it was delicious.

Trunk or treat

Wondering if she should dress as Alice in Wonderland on the real Halloween

Cute little bee nephew, Lincoln, at my mom's house the day before Halloween.

Nephews Elliott and Ollie, and Elli

Baby Lincoln -or- Blincoln as Addie calls him.

Sunset

On Halloween night - Addie practicing at her own house.

Off for the real deal trick or treating.

Addie had to tell a whole paragraph at each house we went to: Trick-a-treat! Asbsbjba bucket! Jibberjabber candy! My wings! Thanks! You welcome! See you later!

Ben had to say several times: Elli's in my way! She keeps stopping right in front of me! I can't even walk! My hands are cold! (even though I told him to wear gloves)

Elli: I can't go up to the door! There's too many people! I can't move! My hands are cold! (oops, I did NOT tell her to wear gloves)

Elli eating a yummy scone, Addie eating the first of 3 suckers for the night.

And finally home!

Happy Halloween!