Sunday Plans

Eight AM church ... one of the less enjoyable things about visiting my parents. In "my world," church doesn't start until ONE PM!

However, the GOOD thing about having early church is that now, I can actually have a life after church, rather than getting home just in time for dinner. So I'm spending the afternoon re-learning to crochet.

I tried to learn once before. It didn't work out too well. But I'm optimistic this time, so we'll see how it goes! I can hardly be worse than I was last time ... can I?

On a side note, Pandora Radio is a beautiful thing. I sense another ode forthcoming. Stay tuned.

Ode to Netflix

When, in the empty days of summer

My husband is away, in class, on campus

And my house is empty,

I turn to my trusty DVD collection.

But, alas, I have watched them all already.

Woe is me, for I am too poor to buy any more.

But hark, what's this?

Netflix Instant Watch, live from my XBOX?

Oh joy! Oh bliss! Free movies for me!

Thank you Netflix, you forever hold a special place in my heart.

TOAST!

Welcome to today's episode of, "YOU KNOW YOU'RE MARRIED WHEN..."

Today, we here at YKYMW would like to focus on the joy of kitchen appliances. Specifically, the toaster.

Exhibit A: Behold the cheap, dollar-store toaster that the couple in question HAS been using.  Only two slots, meaning if both parties have two pieces of toast, they can NEVER eat breakfast at the same time!  This toaster is two years old and STILL smells like burned rubber every time it's used.





Exhibit B: The NEW toaster! Behold, this shiny temple of dials and wires.  It was given as an Easter gift by the wife's parents just this past Sunday, and the excitement it has caused in this household rivals that of Harry Potter fans lining up to get tickets for the latest movie.

Ladies and gentlemen, strange things happen when you get married. Things that may have been important in the past suddenly cease to be quite as cool as getting a new gadget, or having all of your laundry done.

Disturbing

Some friends of mine are co-directing a play at the local middle school.  So, surrounded all day by 10-12-year-olds, yes?  

Yes.

They discovered last week during rehearsal that none of them have ever seen CINDERELLA!

...

EXCUSE ME?!?!

I'm highly disturbed by this.  Parenting fail.

Project Mode

I've been getting that itch again.  The need to create, to build, to MAKE something.  Of course, the problem with my creative impulses is that I'm truly not all that creative.  I don't have the natural gift for color composition, or beadwork or sewing or even cooking.
And so, I often find myself sitting amidst a mess of fabric, string, and hot glue, DESPERATELY trying to make something appealing, or remotely attractive.

It rarely works out that way.

So tonight, I decided to start small. I'm heading into summer break and, with the exception of one class and the Maymester Musical, I'm going to be relatively free. I've already decided to spend much of my time learning new recipes in an attempt to become a better cook, but now I've added the crafting aspect to my Homemaker Training.

Anyway, here was my project of the night. I don't have a "Before" picture for you, so you'll just have to imagine the lamp without fringe.

I think it went rather well.  However, it's the only one of my projects tonight that did :( Since Brayden is off doing important pre-med homeworky things, I stayed in project mode.  And now, I have to go clean the kitchen.


... Like I said, THIS was the only project that worked out ... Including my dinner.

Starving Bookworm

Brayden recently finished reading a 1,000+ page novel that he got for Christmas. When he was finished with it, I finally had to undertake the daunting task of re-organizing our bookshelf.

Let me rephrase that : re-organizing ONE of our FOUR bookshelves! We are filled to bursting with books! Which is fabulous, believe me.

Except tonight, when it's not.  Because as I was shifting and sliding and trying to fit all of our glorious tomes of goodness into their places, I realized just how many of them I haven't read.  I used to read all the time.  As a kid, I got grounded from reading when I was being punished, because it was the thing I loved most, and who cared if I didn't watch TV? No big deal. But when I couldn't read...

Now, I'm always busy. I have homework and rehearsal and cleaning and cooking and laundry ... and by the time I go to bed every night, a place where I'd usually read for a little while before going to sleep, I'm too exhausted to get through even one page.

So my point?  I miss reading.  I am a starving bookworm, desperately and selfishly hoping for a summer vacation that DOESN'T include me working, so that I have the time to read.

Ciera : A Haiku

In honor of National Blog About Ciera Month:

to rock the cello

and T.A art history

takes mad awesome skills