Sunday, June 29, 2008
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
One morning we went to the Children's Museum in downtown San Antonio. What a great place! I saw these quilts:
I don't know anything about their history but it's obvious that children played a large part in the design and creation of them. They were simply wonderful and if you close your eyes you can just see the boys and girls at work as they decide exactly what's going where.
I drank tea. Over and over. Gallons of tea. If it had been real I'd never have made it out of the bathroom. The 2 year old loves dishes and small tables with chairs, and anything that goes in a kitchen. And this museum has a wonderful "house" with a victorian living room and a small kitchen.
There are tons of little rooms for children to play in. There were a grocery store, a post office, a bank, an airplane, and a place to pan for gold/dig for diamonds. There was a room with nothing but bubble mixture and wands and even a wand you could stand in to make a bubble around you. There was a telescope and a microscope (with several slides of ordinary things). Kids can climb on and in and under a myriad of objects.
There's a kid's cafe where my granddaughter made a new friend. They played in there for the longest time serving her parents breakfast, lunch and dinner. Her friend was a maitre'd (haven't a clue how to spell that!) and stood perfectly at attention with the menus in hand waiting on customers. I mean he had that act down pat! Granddaughter waited tables over and over and over. The friend tried to get her to don the chef's hat but she wanted no part of that. She just wanted to be the waitress and her parents must have had breakfast, lunch, and dinner 8 times over!
These were what my husband called Grandpa Chairs. He made good use of them.
There were several daycare groups of kids there. Several. Many. Lots. I heard one teacher tell her group that they had to always be able to see her. Was she kidding - they couldn't see her when she was talking! All they could see was other kids playing and beating them to the good stuff.
I can hardly wait until tomorrow to see what we can do next!
Monday, June 23, 2008
Tomorrow we'll do the Alamo and the Children's Museum and maybe the Guiness Book of World Records Museum. Maybe we'll even get to the River Walk. There's a mall at the River Walk so the 7 year old will be in heaven. There's a Starbucks there, too. Sounds just like heaven to me.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
1. What was I doing 10 years ago? Wow, who can remember that far back! Actually, I do because it was a traumatic/wonderful experience. I took a brand new job as an Assistant High School Principal after being a high school counselor forever. I was scared and excited and all the things you normally associate with leaving one place and going to a new place, leaving the tried and true and tackling the unknown, leaving a small school and jumping into a big one. The Principal was male and so were the other two Assistants and then there was me. One woman, three men. I offered to do their typing if they moved my share of the classroom furniture - they loved me automatically! The first day of school we had a bomb threat. I'm sure I looked like a deer caught in the headlights! Oh I'd been through bomb threats before but it was over 100 degrees that day and we had nearly a thousand kids to corral and keep from jumping ship...it was the best job I ever had!
a) Cut out my niece's quilt for her wedding...which is not going to be ready for her wedding in July but what the heck, it's not cold yet. :)
b) Figure out why the light won't go off in my sewing room when I flip the switch but the air filter in the back bedroom does. :(
c) Pack my bag for a week of vacation with our son and family (remember the 2 and 7 year old girls?)
d) Write some posts to go out just in case I don't have internet access (remember last time I went to San Antonio? this time I might just have to resort to paying!)
e) Water the plants. The poor things are so neglected that I'm often ashamed but I'm determined to take care of them before I leave. Is there a Plant Abuse Society like the Humane Society? If so, I might be in trouble.
b) Homemade vanilla ice cream (the store bought kind) with a little Diet Dr. Pepper poured over it. I know that makes no sense but there you have it.
c) Italian Cream Cake What do you mean that's not a snack? It's whatever you want it to be!
d) Brownies with pecans and a glass of really cold milk
e) Chai Lattes I consider this a snack because it's half milk and it fills me up. So there.
4. If I was a millionaire/billionaire I would:
First, I would tithe the regular 10%. There are a lot of organizations I'd like to be able to give more to, most having to do with children and feeding hungry people. And then I'd share the rest with family. Last I'd get the tile for my kitchen and not wait for my husband to say ok! :) You might want to see a previous post.
All in Arkansas - Lurton (Ozark Mountains but don't bother looking on a map because I think it only has 2 or 7 people there depending on which family is at home that day), Pine Bluff, Monticello, Fordyce, Hot Springs, Ozark. I love Arkansas. I know it's not got the best reputation but that's just because we don't want too many people to discover it!
Friday, June 20, 2008
Village Quiltworks - she's offering to quilt a quilt for you. It doesn't get better than that, ladies.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
So, for the last few or many years I’ve worn artificial nails. If I sat down to calculate how much I’ve spent on these things I’d probably be a mite upset at the BMW I could have had instead. But I won’t go there. It would just be too depressing. I have formed a close and lasting bond with the girls at the nail salon. I know all about their families and their illnesses and even have some of their recipes. You’d think since we’re such good friends they’d at least give me a discount but no, that doesn’t happen.
I don’t mind so much the money or the time or even the fact that I need the artificial nails. It’s the pitying looks I get from “real women”, women who have real nails, long & beautiful nails of their own. They look at you like “Girl, what in the world is wrong with you that you can’t even grow nails?” What’s up with that? I don’t look at them like that knowing all the time that they get a little help from Lady Clairol. Or that they’ve made a quick little visit to the dermatologist for some Botox injections. In April I had a little stroke. That’s what the doctor called it but I’m bettin’ that if it was his stroke he wouldn’t be calling it little. Wouldn’t you know, as a result they made me get off hormones after 25 years on them. Yes, 25 years. Needless to say I’m in the middle of hormone withdrawals - do these women with the looooong nails really want to mess with me? I don’t think so. You might want to warn them.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
How could you not smile every time this one grinned and showed that tooth that's just barely peeping through? And she grins all the time!
Sunday, June 15, 2008
G10 (at 8:30 a.m.) What time are we going swimming?
G10 (at 8:45 a.m.) What time are we going swimming?
G10 (at 9:00 a.m.) What time are we going swimming?
Me I will not scream, I will not scream, I…
B9 I only had 2 s’mores last night…can I have 4 tonight?
G7 She wants my Leapster but I’m playing with it
B9 Grandma there’s a huge spider in the bathroom. No kidding. Huge. It has 4 legs and everything.
Me Spiders have 8 legs, not 4, so that was probably something else.
B9 Nope, it was a spider for real. And it hopped everywhere.
Me Spiders do not hop, grasshoppers hop.
We decide to make a quick trip to WalMart since my Birkenstocks are rubbing a blister on B9’s toe and his tennis shoes are still wet and sure don’t need to be making the trip to the beach. Besides we need more eggs, because who knew they would all want scrambled eggs, after their chocolate donuts and chocolate Pot Tarts? And we need more drinks, because who knew they could drink that much in one day? They all four want to ride on the cart and can’t understand why when I try to push it the darn thing won’t budge. We find water socks/shoes for B9 after trying on several pairs just in case the others felt better and yes he knew they were all the same size. One wants apple juice, one wants CapriSun cherry, one wants CapriSun grape and one, thank goodness for that one, will drink anything. B9 also wanted to pick out the eggs - he carefully checked three cartons before one satisfied him. Four children, when together in WalMart, do not understand the concept of walking behind each other so others can get around you - they walk in a wad, a closely compacted wad that takes up the whole aisle. Finally, as the WalMart employees cheered, we left.
They ride bikes, they swim, they color all the railroad ties around the campsite with sidewalk chalk, they put together a jigsaw puzzle, they watch a movie, but mostly they eat. G10 meets a friend and the girls all go bike riding. G7, who still has training wheels, gets left behind. She stoically returns to the camper, goes inside, and spends time alone. Eventually she comes out and refuses to ride her bike ever again in this lifetime. When G10 asks G7 to borrow her notebook to write on G7 gets a totally blank look on her face and says, "What notebook?" G10 describes the notebook, everything in it, and where it is. G7 is adamant that she has no such notebook. I think that's called payback. B9, who doesn’t like girls, for some reason refuses to ride bikes with the friend he met and instead hangs out at our camp with G10 and her cute new friend. Hmmmm.
I took 18 pictures. We want to remember everything.
Grandpa, bless his heart, takes them swimming twice. Except for G2 who has refused to go swimming since the first day. She does not want to go swimming. She does not want to wear a bathing suit. She wants to watch Barney. Thank goodness for Barney.
Upon their return from swimming:
G10 Did she have many poopy diapers while we were gone?
Me Huh? You would want to know this why? Do you want someone asking you if you pooped much today? Ok, I’ve lost it. I haven’t discussed poop since my own kids were little and that was at least a hundred years ago.
The big three get bored. I explain ever so sweetly that if you are bored that means you aren’t using your brain. “Figure something out!” They ride bikes, they swim, they watch a movie, they play with those awful game things that make weird noises. We make s’mores. B9 eats three plus a piece of chocolate. And immediately asks if he can go in the camper now because he doesn’t feel so good. “NO! If you’re going to throw up do it out here on the dirt! Not in my camper!” He’s offended but I’m past caring. I take 3 pictures. We want to remember everything.
We are going home! I’m still alive! I haven’t had makeup on in three days and haven’t combed my hair in two but who cares! I’m going home! As they leave my car to get in their parents’ car G7 sweetly asks, “Grandma, when are we going to do this again? Can we go next week?
Saturday, June 14, 2008
I was supposed to get G10 and B9 on Wednesday but G7 and G2 (seen here in her dress and bow as befits the princess she is) were coming on Tuesday. You know what that means….G10 and B9 begged their Dad to let them come early (this is a custody thing and Tuesday was his day). He relented, and in his defense I bet they begged until he ran screaming from the room. He had taken them to the lake on Monday “tubing.” Just in case you don’t know about tubing it means the children hang on to a big tire inner tube while a boat pulls them around the lake and the children scream “faster, faster”. I don’t watch stuff like that. I have visions of small bodies getting stuck upside down in the tube or falling off and nobody noticing for miles or….well, all the things grandmothers have visions of.
B9 (seen here trying to fit in G2's "truck") gets out of his Dad’s truck yelling, “Grandma, I completely and totally forgot that I had my tennis shoes on when I jumped into the lake yesterday!” “Really.” I replied, “And I guess that’s your only pair of shoes?” as I watched the tennis shoes in his hands drip water all over the ground. “Yep!” “Yes, ma’am” I automatically corrected. I said yes, ma’am and no ma’am 43,722 times in four days. Teaching, always teaching. The children said it, well, far fewer times than me. I loaned him my Birkenstocks, the only pair of shoes I had that might be construed as not completely female. G10 waited until Dad was gone and said, "We didn't have breafast. What's for lunch?" Of course. It's still an hour and a half drive to pick up the other two. And there are no McDonald's on the way.
Eventually I pick up the next two children (G7 and G2). They have enough luggage and toys for a third world country. “My mommy”, according to G7 (the would be acrobat on the left), “likes for us to take lots of toys everywhere”. After driving away, and getting out of earshot from their mother, G7 tells me that they are having a new baby. I (being the informed grandmother that I am) reply, “I know!” It’s a dream come true, she says! Hmmm, that’s not what her Daddy said when he told me. I ask about the missing teeth. With an impossible twisting of her mouth she shows me all four missing spaces and tells me the tooth fairy brought $3. Excuse me? I remember her bringing me ten cents. This could be what's wrong with our world today - $3 a tooth!
G10 is my helper in the car, keeping the others entertained as we happily travel toward Nirvana - the camper! We arrive at the camp grounds and Grandpa has already set up camp, yea! We have/had the nicest camper – still has that new smell, you know, like new cars? It’s a year and a half old but you can’t tell it. It’s pristine. Everything is in its’ place. It has a king sized bed and a full sized shower…heaven on wheels! It’s been to Colorado and back three times. It’s parked beside rivers and lakes. It has not been to the beach because sand would get in it. Sand doesn’t come out. That’s how careful we’ve been with it.
What’s the first thing the four children want to do? Why go swimming, of course! So we gather up beach toys and sunscreen and off we go. We’re walking? What? What do you mean walking, Grandma? Can’t we drive? It’s at least a block away! Uh oh, there’s the beach. It’s sand. They bury each other in the sand, up to their necks. And I think it would have been heads and all if we hadn’t been there to scream “NO”. Sand on their bodies, sand in their hair, sand stuck in their shoes, sand on the towels. What do you mean we can’t shower in the camper Grandma? Why do we have to go to the camp showers? Are their spiders in there? Because I don’t do spiders Grandma! We build a fire, roast wieners, make s’mores. One wants the marshmallow toasted, one doesn’t. One wants only chocolate, one wants only marshmallows. It’s been a good day, relatively speaking. The camper has some sand on the floor and Oreos on the carpet, but floors will clean, right? Bedtime. G2 goes immediately and climbs up into my bed. Of course. I surely don’t expect her to sleep with the other kids, because I know she’s the Princess, right? B9 gets on the mattress on the floor and the two girls on the sofa bed. Now about sleeping with G2: if the sun goes out for a week don’t worry about it because this kid has enough body heat to warm the world for several days. And she sleeps sideways. Except for when she’s kicking and screaming “NO” at the top of her lungs at 1:30 a.m. And 2:15 a.m. And 3:35 a.m. And… Finally I get up and see that all 3 big kids are asleep on the sofa bed, hanging off the edges and one upside down. The mattress on the floor is abandoned and calls my name, but I resist. I took 40 pictures the first day – we want to remember everything!
To be continued.
Friday, June 13, 2008
This little quilt is called Baskets of Blessings. It's a pattern by Sherri K Falls and is one that, on the package, says Little Scraps from This and That. I used one of Moda's charm packs but I don't remember which one. I'm going to use it as a table topper....if I don't give it away. :)
Where's the rest of the stuff you say? Last week I had more than one, more than two things I finished so you're expecting more. I can understand that. But lest you've forgotten let me remind you. I went camping. With four children. For three nights. And four days. In a camper. By a lake. With bicycles. I survived. I did not quilt. I did not sleep. More later.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
I am from ponytails, bare feet, pet rabbits and dogs and skunks, from Coca Cola and real butter, and The Ed Sullivan Show.
I am from quilts made from scraps and a use it up philosophy and suntans darkened by baby oil mixed with iodine.
I am from the mountains and from southern farmland, from playing outside till dark and catching lightenin' bugs.
I am from hydrangeas as blue as the sky and elephant ears by the front porch and fig trees in the back yard.
I am from campin' in tents and fishin' for supper, Sunday drives to see the crops, from Arthur and Wilma and Fred and Lois and Mattie and Christopher Columbus. I am from help out your neighbor and be polite and don't talk back.
I am from Kool Aid and butter & syrup sandwiches and chocolate gravy and work never killed anybody.
I am from Sunday School and Vacation Bible School and pinto beans and cornbread and clothes hangin' on the line.
I'm from Mulberry trees you could climb and walks to the public library.
I am from playin' at Grandma's feet and wearing her macaroni necklaces. I am from pickin' cotton and canning green beans. I am from playing Cowboys and Indians. I am from big gardens and old cars.
I am from big brothers and little brothers and little sisters and friends in the neighborhood and adults who'd spank my behind even if I wasn't their kid.
I am from black and white pictures, water coolers in the window, and slower times.
Where are you from?
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
I saw this beautiful art quilt at the Houston International Quilt Festival in 2006. I remember standing in front of it thinking it was incredible, but also thinking that's not something I could ever do. I'm a traditional quilter all the way. I love the old patterns like Churn Dash and Ohio Star and Snail's Trail. I love the old fabrics, whatever era. I remember thinking this must take a lot of dedicated time and a lot of dedicated brain power to make. Not me, I don't want to do that.
Then I saw these.
The first couple of years after my parents died (they died the same year, just four months and a day apart and that's a whole 'nother story) I bought Easter Lilies in their honor to be placed in the sanctuary on Easter morning. We brought them home after church and planted them here under this tree where I could see them from my deck. There are now way more than four lilies and they just keep spreading. Looking at them makes me wish I could make a quilt that looks like that! Not a traditional quilt but one that reflects the beauty that God put in the lily. An art quilt!
Every time I see them I am reminded of the verse from Matthew 6: "Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin:And yet I say unto you, That even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these." God does such beautiful work.