Saturday, July 28, 2018

I'm a Pixel Scrapper Person Now

Hello people! I bet you thought this blog was dead as a doornail, didn't you? But it's only dying and I am now slightly reviving it in order to host my contribution to Pixel Scrapper's blog train.

But first, I can't make a blog post without pictures, so here's one from our recent trip to Vermont. Once the Head of Demolition realized that people could actually survive without air conditioning, she was all over these rocks, as if she had lived in Vermont her entire life and wasn't a tried and true city girl:

Anyway so back to the blog train. This month's theme is "Kids Ahead". I created my first ever scrapbooking kit in order to participate. I'm hoping I now have it cleaned up enough to be useful.

Click here or on the preview picture to download.

Head to this Pixel Scrapper thread in order to download other kits from people who actually know how to design stuff and aren't just experimenting.

Tuesday, July 10, 2018

Summertime and the living is...with guinea pig

Hello Blogsilvania!

As many times as I have left this blog to flounder, I'm apparently not ready to leave it for dead just yet.

See? Here's a picture of the Head of Demolition with our foster guinea pig. The animal has been staying here two weeks and leaves today. The kid has been here a little over six years now.

But that's not why I'm really posting. I'm posting because I'm participating in Pixel Scrapper's blog train for August. So I'm hosting a preview of my contribution here for the theme Kids Ahead.

Never mind that I've never made scrapbooking paraphernalia from scratch in my life. Quality schmality. Or something like that. This will be posted on August 1st for your free download. Right after I figure out how to zip it up and where to host it, that is.

So here's what's coming up for August:

That's about it around here! (Now available here)

Friday, January 05, 2018

Why Moms Can't Get to Costco. Or anywhere else for that matter. At least this mom can't.

I just wanted to post a Happy New Year photo of the Head of Demolition (now 5 years old) but then I was all, "I need some words to go with it. Because I haven't put any words on the blog in a long time." So here's how we get to Costco early in the morning. Or actually's afternoon now.

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Announce that we're leaving and request that 5 year old please get dressed.

Give 5 year old a second breakfast.

Remember that I lost my debit card two days ago. Wonder if Costco takes the MasterCard that remains in my purse.

Look up weather.

Ask 5 year old to get dressed.

Look up payment information online for Costco to see if they take MasterCard. They don't. Decide to go to the bank for cash.

Process two photos and answer a comment on Facebook.

Ask 5 year old to get dressed.

Put together list of groceries needed at Costco.

Help 5 year old to dress Snoopy doll. Remind her to get dressed.

Tell 5 year old she can only help put up signs around the building announcing a homeowner's association meeting if she gets dressed.

Call Trader Joe's to see if they might have my debit card. They do.

Walk downstairs (with 5 year old dressed in pajamas) to tape signs in elevator, on stairwell, and near mailboxes.

Head back upstairs to apartment. Ask 5 year old to get dressed.

Separate laundry. Put in one load.

Ask 5 year old to get dressed.

Give a State of the Bath Soap Address to an appreciative audience of one 20 year old. Put bath soap on the Costco list.

Thank 5 year old for getting dressed.

Walk to Trader Joe's to collect debit card and return two full rolls of Trader Joe's stickers that somehow made it into our grocery bag.

Return home. Get in car.

Argue with five year old about where the Snoopy dog can sit on the way to the store.

Argue with five year old about whether or not the Snoopy dog's toy stroller needs to go in the trunk.

Restrict Snoopy dog's seating to the rear of the car.

Leave for Costco only two to three hours after the intended departure time.

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So really, I have no idea why it takes me an entire morning to get out the door. This, among so much else in life, remains a mystery.

Happy New Year all!

Friday, September 29, 2017

Just the Regular Circus

Hello long lost blog! I'm sure this blog is approaching a final death. But, I've been writing it for a decade now so no need to pull the plug all at once. Maybe when Arizaphale stops for good I will too.

Here life is like this:

The five year old Head of Demolition and I are ready to head out the door to walk to Trader Joe's where we will buy butter to make the 19 year old college student chocolate chip cookies. This is how I talk to my boy while he is away at college. I've tried unsuccessfully talking to him in other ways, phone calls, texts. But my boy and I have only one language in common, and that is food.

"I can't find my shoes!" complains the Head of Demolition. "Did you look near the front door?" I ask her and she says yes. In fact she has looked in every reasonable place and even some unreasonable ones.

I help her look, all the while scolding her for not putting her shoes in the same location every time we come into the house. Do I accomplish this task myself at age 49? No. But for whatever reason I still think my five year old fully capable. We look in the living room. We look in her bedroom. We discuss what happened when we came in the door yesterday evening and where she may have removed them. We look under the couch and under her bed and through her closet. We look under my bed and in my closet.

I go out to the garage and check the car. The fancy unreasonably expensive light up shoes that we spent umpteen hours shopping for are not there. We do another browse of the entire apartment. It's not a huge place, luckily.

But by now I am panicking a little because we are not big shoppers and this is her sole pair of shoes. So to speak. I decide to search the house inch by inch. They have to be here somewhere.

I start in my closet, just because that's where I happen to be when I make the decision. I crawl beneath my own clothes and my husband's. Our closet opens to the master bathroom so I work my way behind the toilet and consider looking inside the cabinets. Just to be thorough I glance into the bathtub and there they are, the brand name sparkly light up shoes. Impossible to miss, really. The Head of Demolition laughs. She put them in there last night for a joke while I was cleaning up after dinner and, in her defense, had forgotten all about it.

This is my life with my tried and true clown:

The other main thing that has been going on around here these days is Hurricane Harvey. For whatever reason during Ike I was fast and furious with my camera, capturing all kinds of havoc to show here. But this time I have been way more subdued. I could blame it on the little clown in the photo. I can blame it on so many more people I know having it so much worse than we did during Ike. Or I could blame it on the fact that this time there was no damage to my own actual home. But either way it's been pretty horrible. We ourselves are fine though, with no flooding.

So that's the news the news from here. Hope all is well with everyone in Blogsilvania!


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