. . .online!

So. . .anyone out there wondering where I am?  Well, two weeks ago my back was injured and for most of that week I sat on the couch messing around with Polyvore.  That was fun and a distraction from a house that desperately needed it's momma.  By the end of the week I could stand long enough to make dinner.  The next week was spent recovering the house that had been on it's own for a week.  It's easy to understand the disorder of Miss Havisham's house after many, many years of neglect.  Thankfully, my cakes were not yet covered in cobwebs!

I was also recovered enough to figure out what was wrong with my cute new little potato peeler.

Isn't it adorable?  Somehow or other my other peeler got lost and Mom brought me this fun one but I had the worst time trying to use it.  I'd been using a knife for a while and just figured that I'd forgotten how to peel--ha, forgotten how to peel!

Here's a normal peeler.  Do you see the difference?

Here's the angle at which you need to hold your hand in order to use the cute little monkey.  Do you see why I was having a hard time?  So the cute little guy is gone and I'm using the normal peeler but it also doesn't like my hand.  See that little black tip that sticks out over the edge?  It keeps hitting my hand that is holding the potato.  My hand is nervous now about holding potatoes and sometimes drops them out of fear of being hit and cut by the peeler.  I think it would be a good idea for companys to have actual housewives test their products.  I'd be a willing tester if any such job ever comes along.

What in the world you might ask?!?!?  Well, we were out of water in the water cooler and the jugs are way too heavy for me to lift and I was desperate for a cup of tea.  (I refuse to drink our tap water--it kills plants!)  Thankfully we had plenty of ice cubes and the day was saved;-)

So, anyway, where have I been isn't the question.  The question is where is our internet service?  I don't know and am sitting here in Barnes & Noble typing away while the little ones play and read with Gramma.  Yea for Grammas!!!!!!!  I wasn't able to read the Home Sanctuary Small Things for this week so made up my own:  soak and scrub the stove drip plates, go through Helper's clothes and take out too small and replace with just right clothes, actually put away all clean folded clothes sitting in hampers, continue scanning in pictures for the Graduate's photo book, and cut hubby & son's hair.

Hopefully we'll be back online soon and all will be back to normal.  I am at home 4 days a week with a little one far away from civilization on an island and with no internet.  Needless to say, someday I might go a little crazy. . .

. . .a flinger!

Come join the Spring Fling with This Blessed Nest!!!!!!!  Anything goes. . .fling something, create something, re-make something, a fun Spring thing you find or buy. . .anything!!!!!!!

Spring Fling takes me back to my high school days.  I went to a private Christian school that discouraged dating.  But in the Spring we had a fancy formal banquet where dating was encouraged!!!!  My freshman year I couldn't go to the Fling because I got in trouble for something and I was so sad.  I ended up babysitting for my youth pastor's little girl and had a good night anyway. 

My sophomore year I heard that a certain someone was going to ask me, but I was so hoping that someone else would ask me, so I avoided the first guy like the plague.  He was persistent!  Our church had a long, long hallway with stairs that led from the basement to the second floor.  I remember going rounds and rounds on those stairs because he would not stop searching for me.  Kind of like Mr. Collins searching for Kierra Knightly--Lizzie in Pride and Prejudice.  Finally I found a place of refuge--the girls' bathroom.  I turned off the light, went to the very last stall and sat up on the toilet so my feet weren't showing, and tried to stop breathing.  In a bit I heard the door creak open and the light came on, "S-h-e-r-i, I know you're in there.  Sheri, come out.  S-h-e-r-i, I'll come find you."  Well that was the last thing I wanted--people to find US together in the bathroom so I came out and stood by the sinks.  "Sheri, will you go to the Spring Fling with me?"  Oh man!  Now I was in a pickle.  My mom's rule was that if a guy had the courage to ask you out, you MUST go with him--remember my exposure to boys was at this Christian school and she figured they were o.k. guys on the whole with a few weirdos thrown in.  I missed the previous year and was determined to go this year, but I so wanted to go with a different guy--one who would have the sense to realized a girl was avoiding him and more dignity than to chase her into the BATHROOM!  So I said. . .yes.

My junior year I was again hoping that a certain someone would ask me to the Spring Fling--but someone else asked me again.  He showed up in a matador outfit and couldn't get out of the bullfighter attitude all night.  We ate at a fancy restaurant that night and to get there we walked along the river--in the Spring--very pretty and romantic. . .until my matador saw some dandelions that had gone to seed.  He picked one for me and as I was saying, "Thank you," blew with a very big breath and my mouth and face and hair were suddenly covered in white fluffy dandelion seeds.  Now my matador is trying to pick dandelions out of my hair and brush them off my face--but have you had a matador trying to do such a gentle task--someone who is used to wrestling bulls?  I BEGGED him to stop!  The night never recovered. . .

Ah, my senior year and the guy I'd secretly been in love with all of high school had graduated the year before.  I was so relaxed and planning to go with friends--forget this encouraged dating stuff!  When a decent guy from my class invited me.  We were friends and were going to double date with some other people in our class--not dating just going to the Spring Fling together.  We had such a good night.  Then we girls learned that the boys had wanted to take someone to the Fling that year and didn't know who so they went through all the choices, narrowed the list to us two girls, and then flipped a coin to decide who was taking whom.  Well, this kind of took some of the fun out of the night. . .but I felt much better after socking my date in the arm!

Needless to say, I have much higher hopes for this year's Spring Fling;-)

a cheerleader!

**post edited on Friday. . .my computer was giving me fits last night that's why things looked kind of funny if you checked in before this edit--grrrrr!**

Exciting things happening in our house today!!!!!!!  Last night I was doing something at the table and I looked up and there was Heidi walking toward me from across the room.  It took a moment to even register what she was doing!  And today she's been everywhere and she doesn't want help--bats my hands away and takes off on her own!  Go, Heidi, Go!

**still working on a video. . .guess I need to try a different way to upload. . .

Heidi is a climber!!!!!!!  Whoo Hoo, Heidi!!!!!

Here's how she got up. . .by stepping on the pillows on the bed--smart cookie!

 not smarter than Mommy though--she moved those pillows!  ha, ha, ha!

 Eddy lost a tooth.  He was eating a Reeces cup, said, "Ouch!", and out fell his tooth!  Goooooo, Eddy!