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February 2019 Sun Mon Tue Wed Thu Fri Sat 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 Books I’m reading M. C. Beaton: Death of a Nurse (A Hamish Macbeth Mystery) M. C. Beaton: Dishing the Dirt: An Agatha Raisin Mystery (Agatha Raisin Mysteries) Archaeological Study Bible: New International Version, An Illustrated Walk Through Biblical History and Culture Blogs I read A Vegas Girl at Heart Ali Edwards Alissa Fast Becky Higgins Design Editor Elise Blaha Jessica Sprague Karen Russell Kerri Bradford Michelle Feil Susan Weinroth TERESA COLLINS The lady in the stone house Create video online family pictures Kids Sports Archives February 2019 January 2019 December 2017 September 2017 August 2017 July 2017 June 2017 May 2017 April 2017 March 2017 More... Create video online Blog powered by Typepad February 26, 2019 this and that. This. I bought the inappropriate bunnies. Couldn’t help it. And actually, they fit right in. (Whichever way they’re hugging.) That. I did NOT buy these. I don’t like Peeps anyway... but pancakes & syrup?! Someone got paid to think of that. It’s almost as bad as the pumpkin spice Cheerios I saw last fall. Blasphemy. This. I shared this one on Facebook. She always looks like she’s judging me. (Actually, she looks like this about 90% of the time... but you see it, right?) That. When you open up your Cranberry/Almond Goodness Knows bar that you have for breakfast every single day... and someone on quality control failed. (Supposed to be 4 squares.) And then you’re sad because you’re on a diet life changing nutrition plan... and that’s your whole breakfast. But then the very next morning... This. Justice!! That. Exactly how Rocket looks at Ian when he’s eating yogurt. The End. 07:11 AM | Permalink | Comments (0) February 18, 2019 the bunny poll. So here is something light and fluffy because I’m sad that Iz and Shelby left for Missouri yesterday. In an effort to cheer myself up, I took down all my Valentine decor... and started with Easter, even though it’s really late this year. The other day in the store I saw this: And at first I thought, "Oh cute! Bunnies hugging!" And then I was all "Oh blech... it’s bunnies "huggggggging"! And then I couldn’t unsee the "hugging". They are bunnies, after all. It’s what they do. So what do you see? Hugging? Or "Huggggggging"? Happy Easter. Nothing says He is Risen, like proliferating bunnies. 07:19 AM | Permalink | Comments (2) February 12, 2019 chillin’ with my gnomies. Literally. Because it’s so cold here. And we have snow... so much there’s been no school. (Which Ian is loving.) I think the whole gnome thing started at Christmas time for me. TJ Maxx and Home Goods had such cute little guys... I ended up a bit overrun in December. Iz says they look like ZZ Top, and I’m ok with that. Anyhoo... I watched a DIY YouTube video on how to make gnomes... Gnome how-to part One And if the link is being weird, just look up Little Cajun House on You Tube... the three part series is right there. Then I went to Hobby Lobby, Michael’s. and Joann’s for supplies. (Which are basically like crack houses to crafty people.) I even bought myself a big girl glue gun, and a pair of fabric scissors. (Amazon... and the best things ever. Seriously, now I understand why people freak out when other people, who shall remain nameless, use their fabric scissors to cut stuff that’s not fabric. And why my mom may have lost her shizz when I was little, and used her good scissors to cut pins to make earrings for my Barbie.) But I digress. I got myself some faux fur, fabric, stuffing, felt for the nose, jars... all the stuff. Shelby requested this one. He’s going with her to Missouri. I had one. Then there were 3. Pretty soon there were 8. There was a gnome assembly line in my kitchen yesterday. They’re so fun (and addicting) to make... A Disney gnome for Miss Sandy. St. Patrick’s Day gnomes. (Hide the green beer.) An Easter gnome. The Brothers Gray gnomes. You know, for every day. Wait. That’s Ian. My 6’ 4" gnome... minus the beard. I made a CWU gnome for Belle... Valentine’s Day gnomes... I can’t stop. I’m not going to make more today. Even if it’s a snow day. I’ll let you know how that goes. 05:48 AM | Permalink | Comments (0) February 07, 2019 the obligatory travel post. So Iz and I just got home from visiting his sister in Arizona for a few days. We missed the wind and the snow at home. Unfortunately, we got to see the rare days it rains in Arizona. lol We had some beautiful weather too... and had such a great time. But airplane travel deserves a blog post all its own. So here goes. The people I encountered in the airport: Super polite Canadians. (We flew Air Canada out of Vancouver). They’re so cute. A couple of older ladies asked me a question in the Starbucks line, and they were all "excuse me", "eh", and giggly. Adorable. The lady on the phone waiting for her Starbucks. I truly wasn’t trying to eavesdrop... but she was talking kinda loud. And one second she’s talking about cooking a whole chicken. And the next second she’s in tears. Like wiping her eyes, crying. So I’m not sure what happened with the chicken. The knitter lady sitting in the terminal who couldn’t find her patterns. She told her husband she couldn’t find them. He grunted. So she proceeded to phone her friend, Barb... and spoke loudly and at length about where her patterns could be. (Barb didn’t know either, just in case you’re invested and wanted to know.) The people I encountered on the plane: "You’re in my seat" guy. So Iz and I were in row 26. This guy is telling the people behind us (IN ROW 27)... that they’re in his and his wife’s seats... because they’re in row 28. Stay with me here. They think they’re in row 28 because it says so on their tickets. They’re telling the folks in row 27 they’re in their seats. Row 27 people look at their tickets and tell them it says row 20, not 28. Guy looks at his ticket again, realizing he’s not wearing his glasses... and yep, it’s row 20. So now everyone behind them has to back up 8 rows while they get to their correct seats. *To be fair... they apologized the whole 8 rows. "Count each row out loud and then act surprised when you find yours" guy. "Sixteen....Seventeen....Eighteen....Nineteen.....Twenty.....Twenty-One...... Oh, sure here it is Alice...Row 22!" And then they’re tickled it’s really there. "The leaner backer" guy. I give him credit for not actually reclining. But I swear he was the most fidgety, leaniest guy I’ve ever sat behind. Like he was leaning back SO hard in his seat, and repositioning every 2.5 minutes. Flopping. Flailing. Very bizarre. Can you break airplane seats? Like snap them in half? My money’s on this guy. "Backpack swinger" guy. (Not to be confused with "You must be on an Everest expedition with that gigantic/enormously stuffed backpack, where are you hiding the Sherpa" guy.) Now boarding time can be tricky. It’s a time for patience and a little grace. But seriously...how can you not know that you are in danger of concussing people each time you turn around in the aisle? Or that you actually ARE whacking people, and you don’t apologize? Can you tell I was in an aisle seat? So many people’s butts touched the back of my arm. So. Many. People. The classic "Make your bag fit in the overhead" guy. He needs no explanation. Backpack swinger and Everest expedition guy often double in this category. "Guy who smells like fish" guy. He sat right behind me. Not like he just came from a swanky sushi bar or something. Like he just came from the processing plant. Also the classic "Pull back on every seat as you make your way down the aisle to the bathroom" guy. I give a pass to older people who need it for balance. But SOOOOOO many people do this. Once a lady pulled my hair, and then had the nerve to look annoyed when I said "ouch!" Also in the category of personal space invasion: "Lean by your screen/butt in your face standing in the aisle waiting to get off the...