Is This Justice Or What?

Yesterday was my granddaughter's birthday - the one who is now four years old. When I woke up I imagined her sweet little face when she got up, excitement starting from the moment she opened her eyes. I made myself wait until 7:15 when I knew she and her brother would be in the truck with Daddy going to school and then I called. Instead of saying hello she yelled, "Grandma!" Oh, I thought, she is so thrilled that I've called - she was probably waiting for me. After all she loves me and I'm probably her favorite person in the whole world. I bet she even likes me better than her....well a little exaggeration never hurts does it? I told her good morning and happy birthday and asked her if she was 27 years old today. "No! Grandma, I'm four years old today. I need to talk to Grandpa."
Excuse me? This is Grandma calling. Your favorite person, remember? I explained that Grandpa wasn't home right then. Dead Silence. I could hear the wheels turning...Grandpa's not home, it's early morning, where could he be? I often take care of the children if they're sick so they see me without Grandpa, but Grandpa without Grandma, not so much. "Where's Grandpa?"
Now this is a smart little four year old but I wasn't sure I could explain a weekly men's prayer breakfast so I just told her he had gone out to eat breakfast with friends. Again - Dead Silence. Wheels turning....breakfast out...we're not on vacation....what's up with that. So I offered a solution. Would you like for me to have Grandpa call you tonight? "Yes, tell Grandpa to call me tonight I need to talk to him." Fine. Just fine missy.
As you can well imagine Grandpa nearly busted his buttons when I told him, and he could hardly wait for night to come so he could call. She NEEDED to talk to him. Meanwhile, the birthday girl went to school where she talked to all her friends about her birthday, and had cupcakes for her birthday, and went to church after school where everyone said happy birthday, and then came home where by the time Grandpa called she had already talked to her other grandparents, aunts, uncles, and various cousins. I guess she got talked out because when he told her happy birthday she said thanks and handed the phone to her sister. And, once again, justice prevailed.

Get Out Your Kleenex

She will be four next month.

He was one last week.

She's reading him the Bible.

(Reading = singing Jesus Loves Me)

Children and Spaghetti

Is there anything cuter than a baby eating spaghetti?

Did you notice the sippy cup was missing from picture 3? That's because he pulled the top off and poured his apple juice onto the spaghetti on the floor.

And thought it was hilarious that Grandpa was frantically trying to wipe it up!

A New Tradition

My grandchildren asked for S'Mores for Thanksgiving. Not turkey. Not dressing. Not sweet potatoes. And, of course, if grandchildren ask....grandmothers provide. It was lots of fun and just may have become a new tradition for our family!

Is It A Bird? A Plane? Superman?

It's a Jack-In-The-Box!

Can You Smell The Flowers?

Last weekend my sister got to keep her two grandchildren. On Saturday, a beautiful fall day, they decided to go by the cemetary to check on the flowers on her husband's grave. On this particular day the sun was shining, there was a nice breeze but it was warm enough to be out, the leaves were falling...can't you just picture it? There are rolling hills and big, old oak trees everywhere. This cemetary is very well maintained and most of the markers have urns built in on both sides. Families bring beautiful artificial flowers for every season so when you look across the cemetary you see spots of bright colors. It's such a peaceful place and when you're there the world seems to fade away.

As Sherry was doing a little cleaning around the grave Ella, who is 3 1/2 years old, spied the flowers. Bending just a little she sniffed appreciately. And ran from stone to stone all around the cemetary smelling the flowers. "Oh Nana, smell this one!" and "Nana, Nana, come and smell this one." They could hardly get her to leave because she was so enthralled with the wonderful scents of the flowers. The artificial flowers.

Oh, how I want to be like Ella. I want to smell the flowers even when there's no scent there. I want to see the beauty when there's no light. I want to hear the music when there's no sound. I want to count the blessings of what God has given me with the joy of a child.

Can you smell the flowers? If you can't, why not? Let's don't be adults, just for today. Let's be children today and see all the wonderful things this world offers us. Will you do that with me?

Strootls?

We're babysitting with two of our grandchildren, just for a couple of nights. Unfortunately, S (the sister) is sick. I took her to the doctor where they took blood, swabbed her throat and nose, and said she tested negative for Strep and H1n1. When we were at the doctor's office she had only a low grade fever, but a nasty cough. Diagnosis: viral infection. Treatment: none really. It will run it's course. Except that afternoon her fever spiked to 103.2. A little tylenol, and a little ibuprofen 2 hours later and about 9:30 last night it broke. Since we were a bit concerned her mother left her meeting and came home. She wanted to take S home for the night to see how she did through the night and how she was this morning. B (the brother) didn't want to go home. He wanted to stay here. Ah I thought...he loves us! He e-mailed his mother that he wanted to stay here because a) he didn't want to pack his stuff again and b) grandma has strootls. Need an interpretation? He loves Toaster Strudels. :) I'm not above bribery.

April Goals Revisited

Managing goals is easier when you don't make such grandiose ones and when you are realistic. I thought I was doing that but I forgot to factor in babysitting. Did you know that when you're the grandmother and the baby is 4 months old you don't do anything during the day but take care of the baby? And at night you're too tired to do anything but sit? There's probably not anything more rewarding or more fun than what I'm doing and there's another plus to it...you don't have time to eat. I've lost 6 more pounds! That's 16 since Christmas and finally, finally, I can get into some pants I couldn't wear last summer and they are comfortable. :) That's a good feeling!








I did finish an appliqued pumpkin block and thought I might even do a second one but didn't manage that.

















I also got the binding on the rose quilt and had it finished and ready for my sister but the planned visit fell through. We always have our "cemetary gathering" the first weekend in May but this year we all decided to skip it in recognition of this new flu that's floating around. No point in taking chances and getting together when many have to travel long distances to do that and who would come in contact with lots of unknown people. In addition, many of us are getting older and have health issues that getting the flu would exacerbate. Not to mention bringing back germs to this baby I'm keeping! It was truly a sacrifice because we all love it so, but certainly a wise one.









I didn't finish this charity quilt even though Lindi sent me some wonderful circus animals to applique on it. I just couldn't muster the energy! I also didn't get the binding on the School Days quilt or put together the Winter Wonderland quilt or read Beth Moore's book. But here's what I did manage to accomplish:










1. I watched Andrew turn over for the very first time, and the second time, and the third. That's all he managed so far but he's on his way! All have been back to stomach...the first two to the right and the third to the left. Oh my goodness, he'll be rolling all over the room soon. :)

2. I heard two other grandchildren yell, "Grandma!" as I got to their house each morning about 7:00. How in the world can they have such energy that early?

3. I got pictures of two more grandchildren holding the newest one and loving on him like cousins ought to do. I love that we are still able to have extended family around us. In today's society that is rare, way too rare. We feel blessed that all three of our children live in the same state and two in the same city.

4. I heard my husband say, as he prepared to leave for a mission trip to Mexico, "This is God's work and whatever happens is God's will." Even though I hated for him to go I knew he was right and that God's hand was on him. There's probably not a greater gift a woman can have than to know that her husband loves the Lord and wants to serve Him. And best of all, he's now home safe and sound and free from any flu symptoms. :)

5. I took pictures of another granddaughter in her prom dress and then listened to her the next day talk about how much fun she had. She was beautiful, of course, but more than that she was happy. She got to dress up, go out to eat with her friend, dance and talk, and then play games at "After Prom" where she won a microwave oven (which she immediately gave to her parents because, according to her, "they always buy for us and sacrifice what they want or need to do it.") Besides, her dorm room for next year has a microwave in it already! Can you believe that? When I went to college a hundred years ago we couldn't even have a hot plate!

It was a good month. A very good month!

A Few Random Items

1. April 11 my contract is up with my current cell phone provider and I'm switching companies. I've been with this one a looooooong time but all my kids, grandkids, and friends are on another so I can save money if I switch. Of course, my plan is to buy an I Phone. Yes, I know that's going to cost me a lot of money but I'm going to have to use it for 2 years so I want it to do everything but mow the grass. Does anybody out there have one? If so, what do you love about it? What do you hate? What "apps" do you have and think I can't live without? And if I buy one am I going to be labeled as whatever they are calling the current now generation? Because I never joined the flower children of the hippie era, or got caught up in the me generation stuff, I don't think I've had a label. Except senior citizen. I got that as soon as I could so I could get a cut rate at the movies. Where I go once every three years. Without fail. Even if there's nothing good on. Just so I can get the discount.

2. I'm a southern woman born and bred. I don't wear white shoes before Easter or after Labor Day. Ever. I always buy a new dress for Easter. Except this year (and maybe one or two other years when we were raising children and I could buy their new dresses or mine and you know who I picked). This year I bought pants. I looked in my closet and I have zero dresses and two skirts for summer. I just don't wear them any more. I wear pants for everything because even in the summer they keep the air conditioning down so low that I have icicles hanging off my nose in church. But now I'm doubly glad I bought pants because it's supposed to rain and be cold Easter Sunday. I'm thinking about wearing warmups to the sunrise service. I don't think there are any southern rules covering that. Except I know that it would be ok to wear white shoes with them. I'd love to have a hat because I just love hats but nobody wears them any more and I don't think a hat would look good with warmups.

3. Yesterday my grandson, Andrew, and I had a wonderful day. He is now 3 1/2 months old. It was beautiful, sunny and warm (unlike today when it is cloudy, rainy, and cool). We made a trip to WalMart, strolled around the neighborhood, and even went to the camper for a few hours. He loved camping. He slept 2 hours and 45 minutes there! My baby is better than your baby. And prettier too. :) Sorry, that just slipped right out.

4. Today I'm making homemade soup. Doesn't that sound good?

The Great Adventure - A Good Start

Most of you know that I have a new grandbaby - number eight for us. Andrew was born New Year's Eve and I think he just might be a perfect baby. I know, I know I said that about the first seven but truly, this one is a good baby. He only fusses when he's wet or hungry and he's a good car rider - a very important personality trait. My son and his family live about a 2 1/2 hour drive from me and both are educators. I volunteered my babysitting services when my daughter-in-love returned to her first grade class - I know that small babies do better at home with limited contact to the outside world germs and I wanted to give Andrew that opportunity. Now, of course his sisters, who kiss on him all the time and who will undoubtedly get their comeuppance for that when he's a little older, are bringing home all sorts of germs but we can't help that. By the time August rolls around and he has to go to daycare he will be about 8 months old and, hopefully, ready to meet the world on a daily basis.

My son and his family would have loved for me to stay with them while I keep Andrew but at my age I knew I would fare better if I had a place of my own. Sleep is imperative! So my husband brought the camper here for me and we will meet on the weekends, he and I. I expect we'll take turns...he will come here one weekend and I will go home one weekend. This was my first week with the baby, and it wasn't really a full week. I got here about noon on Tuesday and I'll go home on Saturday morning for two weeks before returning to stay until school is out.

It's been a good week. If you discount the fact that I have to get up at 5:45 a.m. to get dressed and out the door by 6:40. It's about a 20 minute drive from my camper to Andrew's house and his parents need to leave by 7:15. For the last 5 years since I retired it has been rare that I got up at this unholy hour, let alone got dressed. It's dark at 5:45. Does that have something to do with the time change or is it always like this? And will that change? As we get closer to summer it will be lighter when I get up...right? The camper thermostat isn't programmable so I have to get up in the cold and turn the heat up. Do you think I might be spoiled? I have cereal in the camper but who wants cold cereal at 6:00 in the morning? And I have to drive right by both Sonic and McDonalds. I've stopped at one of them every morning - that's not good for my weight loss goal even though I only eat half the sausage biscuit. And this young family, like all young families, keep snacks here all the time. Not good. I have no will power. Zero. Zip. Zilch will power.

Yesterday the parents had parent-teacher conferences after school....till 9:15. That meant that I got up at 5:45, got dressed (yuck), drove to their house in the drizzling rain, kept Andrew all day, picked up the girls after school (2 different schools), made a promised visit to Sonic for supper and then to the camper to eat. Eating Sonic supper at the camper is, apparently, an adventure much to be desired. Getting in and out of said camper with a baby, a purse, a diaper bag, food and 2 more children is not.

The two girls are 7 and 3 and they adore their brother. They try hard to be helpful by bringing the pacifier, or my glasses when I can't see to measure the formula, or my phone when it rings and I'm rocking.

They love the camper...I think everything is just their size. The 7 year old can even reach the kitchen sink without a stool so she helped wash the dishes. The fact that they had already been washed and were draining made no difference. I'm sure they needed a second washing!

The 3 year old absolutely had to use the potty as soon as she got there. She didn't need help she said and shoved me out the door. I assumed it was a "minor" bathroom visit. NEVER ASSUME! It was major and she should have asked for help. That's all I have to say about that. She also will no longer be allowed to keep her Sonic cup after she's through drinking. She ate part of it and despite me yelling, "spit it out, spit it out" she calmly chewed and swallowed.

Today Andrew and I made a visit to Walgreens and to Penneys. He was wonderful. That is except for the dirty diaper he made while in Penneys when I'd left the diaper bag in the car. And except for the screaming all the way home because he decided he was hungry. See what I mean? He's nearly perfect!

Fire Hydrant

Today I picked up three of my grandchildren after school and brought them home with me for the night. J, the 17 year old, sent me a Facebook message the day before asking if we could stop by the library on the way home so he could sign up for some kind of gaming tournament. When I first got his message I thought he might be checking out a book. That would be pretty weird since his mother is the high school librarian where he goes to school and he can get most of what he needs there, but what was I thinking? Of course it was a Nintendo game he was interested in. I should have known!

My 10 year old grandson, B, had one question too. "Do you have any snacks at your house Grandma?" Uh huh. Nice to see you too - how was your day Grandma? Right.... Since it was Happy Hour at Sonic I offered drinks to tide them over till we could get home and he decided he might just live that long. But not a whole lot longer!

Miss S, the 12 year old wanted to know why I was late picking them up (I wasn't), if I knew she had cough syrup in her bag (cough, cough, fake!), if she could sleep late in the morning, if I knew that tomorrow she could change her earrings (it's been six weeks since she had them pierced, and if she could "rent" a movie when we went to the library. I asked her what earrings she was going to put in tomorrow and she said, "Dangly ones!" I think there might have been a couple or twenty more questions she asked that I've forgotten. My goodness that child can talk! She'd make a great talk show hostess. :)

Have you ever noticed that with grandchildren, or maybe your children even, that when you pick them up the conversation begins as if you haven't been apart all day, or in my case for a week or so? There's no, "How was your day?" or "Hi Grandma..I haven't seen you in a while." It's just "you got snacks?" or something similar.

Anyway we were driving down the highway drinks in hand when all of a sudden B screamed "Fire Hydrant". I jumped three feet and slammed on the brakes! "What? What's wrong? I'm not going to hit a fire hydrant...I'm in the highway!" It seems Fire Hydrant is a game you play in the car. It's quite complicated. You watch for fire hydrants and yell "Fire Hydrant" as loud as you can when you see one and you count them up. The final score today was B 31 and Miss S 19. And she had help from J and me! I think B can see farther than anyone I've ever known - he'll be a great hunter one of these days cause I swear I think he could see a fly a block away.

The first thing the kids wanted to know when we walked in the door was what was for supper and when. They're kind of picky but if you know what they like, they're easy. So chicken on the grill, mashed potatoes, carrots with butter and brown sugar, and homemade bread and they are happy campers. Add to that the cookies I baked after supper (they keep sneaking in and eating another when they think I'm not looking) and I've almost filled them up. Till bedtime.

No! Yep!

Yesterday we picked up our 7 year old granddaughter from school. Every question we asked was answered with an enthusiastic "Yep!" Which was followed by either Grandpa or Grandma saying, "Yes, ma'am." Dutifully agreeing she would say "yes, ma'am." Not as much enthusiasm, but compliant. She got a little better about saying it when we mused about what Santa wanted to hear - yep or yes ma'am.

This child is the one who takes forever to wake up in the mornings and who buries her head in Grandma's side under the blanket trying to ignore the fact that school is waiting. This is the one who says they had Thanksgiving Dinner at school but when asked if she ate the cranberry sauce says, "Is that what that stuff was? Nope!" And who proudly announced that they had pumpkin pie. But when asked if she ate it said, "Nope!" But who ate 3 bowls of Grandma's chicken and noodles. Now that's the way to a Grandma's heart. :)

Then we picked up our 2 1/2 year old granddaughter from daycare. Every question we asked was answered with a loud, "NO!" You want your coat on? "NO!" You want to go home? "NO!" You want to... "NO!" All of a sudden Yep wasn't so bad!

What exactly is it that kicks in around 2 1/2 that makes us love the word NO? Do you think it's genetic? Do we have a gene that programs NO into our vocabulary? Or do they teach it at daycare? Couldn't be that because they do it even when they don't go to daycare. Is it subliminally implanted in their Barney movies, or Elmo, or Disney? Or maybe it's a drug secretly put into milk....no, probably not.

Of course, this is the same child who runs and takes a flying leap into Grandpa's lap to snuggle as soon as she gets up in the morning. It's easy to forgive a little NO! And that's certainly the way to a Grandpa's heart. :)

The Simple Things

Sometimes when things don't go as you expect or want them to, it pays to step back and take stock of the good things in your life, especially the simple things that bring so much joy. Behind My Red Door, one of my favorite blogs, posted about the simple things recently and it made me wonder just what simple things I'm grateful for. I'll share a few.


I'm grateful for old comfortable clothes. You know the kind, the ones that the elastic is stretched all the way out on so they aren't tight anywhere? The ones that are big and sloppy and lived in are my favorites. The ones you put on when you know you aren't going anywhere and no one is going to drop by - the rainy day clothes - those are my choices when I just want to be me.


I'm grateful for a room of my own. When I was a child I shared with my sister. While she is now by very best friend and the other half of my personality, it has not always been so. I remember putting our wardrobes (we didn't have closets) and chests side by side down the middle of the room - drawing a line in the sand if you will. Her room was on one side and mine on the other. She saw the back side of my wardrobe and chest and I saw the back side of hers. We thought we were quite smart. Mother didn't agree.


I'm grateful for the home I live in. Oh I get so frustrated sometimes with this and that....there's a lump under the carpet right outside my bathroom door (do you think it might be a dead mouse that somehow snuck under there and got stepped on when they put the carpet down? I think about weird things like that), my stuff overfloweth my closets because there are way too few of them (or do I have too much stuff?), my washer and dryer are in the kitchen and I hate that (but at least I have them!), there isn't nearly enough light in my sewing room (and the ones that I have put off so much heat that it rivals my hot flashes). I'm sure you could make your own list but, truly, I love my home. It's warm and welcoming and has a terrific view. There are so many who have no home and I know this one is blessed.

I'm grateful for grandchildren who want to call Grandma to tell her that they lost a tooth, or that they made a 4 on an AP exam, or that they have a basketball game Friday, or that they are running away to my house for a little while. I'm grateful for grandchildren who can fix my computer when it does something (deliberate I'm sure) to stop me in my tracks, who have the most gorgeous hair that curls and curls and curls, who have passed their driving exam, who have red streaks put in their blonde hair, who love to skate across my parquet floor on their shoes with wheels despite the many times their mother tells them not to, who love to dress up and put on a show for me, who sleeps all over the bed and back again, and who is yet to be born.


But I think most of all I'm grateful that I live in a country where I can have all the Bibles I want. Maybe this is not such a simple thing but it should be.

What are you grateful for?

OCD

I think I have confessed on here before that I am just a touch OCD - that's obsessive compulsive disorder for those of you who haven't heard of it before. I am self diagnosed, of course. But then who would know better than me?

That means that I like all of the clothes hangers in my closet to be just alike. In my closet you will find only plastic hangers, the kind that things hang on in Dillards or Penneys. Well that's all the blouses and dresses will be on. Pants will be on the wire hangers with paper bars that come from the cleaners. All the pants. And all the blouses will be hanging together and all the pants will be hanging together. In my husband's closet all his shirts and jackets are on those hard plastic hangers you buy at WalMart 10 for $1 or something like that because they are stronger and will hold heavier things without breaking. Except his pants which are on those pant hangers that you can also get at WalMart. He doesn't keep his shirts and pants separated, which drives me to distraction, so I rarely will get in his closet. If he wants things all jumbled up like that well he can just clean out his own closet when it needs it. Come to think of it, maybe he jumbles things up so I won't clean out his closet - never thought of that. Besides he has a couple of those wife-beater type shirts that I have to put on my hangers because they kept slipping off the other kind and that means he has...different...hangers...for...his...shirts. I can hardly breathe thinking about it.

On my desk, which can be messy, the tissue box will be exactly parallel to the edge of the desk. If there is a lamp on one side of the bed there will be a lamp on the other side of the bed. I don't have to have bedside tables alike, and they aren't. But both sides will have a lamp. Makes no sense I know. When I was a teacher that meant that my student desks were in rows. Straight rows. Parallel rows. Not in circles, my goodness no. Because you could never get a true circle. I like for things to be balanced. Even. Straight. In my sewing room if a pin is bent it goes in the trash even if it still works. I like things to be sorted. I like small paper clips in one box and large paper clips in another. Now I'm not a fanatic about that sort of thing. But it does make me nervous when things aren't straight, sorted, balanced or even.

You all know that I have 7 beautiful, smart grandchildren. You know that because I've told you about them. They are, naturally, the most beautiful and smartest grandchildren that ever were. God blessed me with 7 grandchildren who are funny and sweet and kind and loving and joyful and...oh dear, I'm bragging, aren't I? That's not nice so I'll quit.

I'm telling you all this to say that you can imagine my delight to learn today that my 8th grandchild will be a boy!!!!!!!!!!! Before you jump to the defense of girls let me just say that I now have 7 grandchildren, 4 girls and 3 boys. That's not even. It's not balanced. Soon that will be corrected. Thank goodness. I was beginning to get very nervous.

Just as a side note you might like to know that when my son sent me a text message this afternoon to let me know the results of the ultrasound he said, "boy...girl...boy...girl...boy!!!" When I first read it I thought he was saying it was twins. My first reaction was, "Good grief, what was I thinking when I told them I would babysit all of April and May?" My second thought was, "Oh no, it will be uneven again!" I'm not sure which scared me more.

Finished by Friday Despite Busy Grandchildren

I know you thought I couldn't do it. You did, didn't you? You spent all week thinking, no way can she finish anything by Friday this week. She has grandchildren. Lots of grandchildren. Grandchildren who want to eat every hour and who want to tee tee every 15 minutes. Grandchildren who run everywhere and change clothes every time you take your eyes off them. Grandchildren who want to sew with you and sit in your lap and go outside and swim and, and, and.....watch tv! Sometimes they will sit/stand/dance for a couple of hours with Studio DC and Hannah Montana! Sometimes they will watch Nanny McPhee over and over and over and over till you want to scream. I'm not sure their parents would approve but who's gonna' ask them. This is grandma's house and at grandma's house we eat brownies and "pasgetti" (spaghetti) and Oreos and we watch all the tv we want. Until bedtime because that's where grandma draws the line. Grandma needs sleep. All that tv watching does allow grandma to get a little handwork done while she sits with them.

I added the snowflakes to this one that I showed you last week!

And I started and finished these two! They're small, granted, but they're also done and done is good. :) I have only two more to do on Winter Wonderland and then it's time to make the pieced blocks and put the whole thing together. The last two are Big and Bigger. That means that when the grandchildren are gone I better get into high gear and get that checkerboard and rails quilt top done!

Finished by Friday, One More Time

Two years ago I made the quilt below. I went to Houston with some friends and 3 of us bought this BOM from a shop in Abilene. I loved doing it because the pieces are big enough for it to go pretty fast and each block is different so I didn't get bored. The pillow tuck at the top was a bit of a challenge because of all the vines and leaves. It is hand appliqued and hand embroidered but machine quilted by a good friend. This year several guild members indicated that they were interested in making it. We do a workshop before our business meeting each month so we ordered patterns for everyone and began in January.

I love this quilt so much and I just kept thinking....who's going to get this when I die? I know, morbid. But I've already discussed with my kids some of my stuff so they know where I got it or who I got it from or what it means to me. Some things are important to pass on. Now I have 2 daughters and a daughter-in-law who is just like one of mine (she's a saint!) and I wanted them all to have it. I have frequent bouts of temporary insanity and in one of those moments I declared, "I shall make 2 more!" That way each one of them would have one.

You remember I said we started in January? Well, the first month or maybe two I made 2 of this block. It is hand appliqued but machine embroidered. And to these I added a machine embroidered dragonfly.

Thursday night this week I finished the hand applique on this block. Not two of these, just one. I know, I know I have one more basted together but I only finished one. I would have done the machine embroidery on it last night so I could claim it completely finished except for two problems:

1. We got home from SA at 6:30 (we left there at 8:00 a.m.) My husband is one of those focused drivers who doesn't believe in stopping until I threaten to ruin his beloved truck's upholstery. I was tired and, needless to say, grumpy and wanted my bed.

2. Just before we left I flipped the switch in my sewing room to turn on the light and threw a breaker. When we flipped the breaker wierd things happened. The light refused to turn off. At all. Ever. Unless you turned the breaker off. And the switch that's supposed to control the light but now doesn't controls all the wall outlets in the sewing room and in the bedroom adjacent to it, but not the bathroom between the two rooms. Oh and I forgot the switch that's supposed to control the sewing room light also controls the ceiling fan in the living room. And the light in the ceiling fan in the bedroom, but not the fan. A light switch should not be controlling all that. I shall be calling Mr. Electric Monday morning.

That's all the sewing I did this week but in my own defense I was on vacation with two grandchildren. I think that's a good excuse. And if it isn't, then I recommend you try sewing in a condo with two little girls who have lots of toys, clothes, hair bows and snack stuff and who love to examine every thing you have as well. There was no way I was having needles out around the 2 year old - no telling what she would have done with those! By the way, the 2 year old can't say Grandpa so she calls him Asspa. I wouldn't kid about that.

Oh and a P.S. I will not be finished with these two quilts by the end of the year like the rest of the guild members. Maybe in this lifetime. Maybe.