During the night, my finger was hurting. Odd, but sleep sporadically prevailed until those early morning hours when the brain starts to kick in and the finger became more of a nuisance.
With a paper-cut ringman finger from yesterday, it was not until I realized that the pain was coming from longman, not ringman, that I became aware of a new injury.
Who gets a laceration at night?
Sure enough, upon examination, a bloody and lacerated longman was what had disturbed those precious nighttime hours. Dear hubby said that I must have caught longman on the headboard during my nightly thrashing/tossing/turning approach to sleep.
Blogger tip: DO NOT look for an image to post on your blog using the words "finger cut" before breakfast. "Bandage" returns a much safer collection of pictures.
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Non-Christian Zone
The closer I drive to my employment destination, the more insane and cut-throat the drivers. Ironic, in that my destination is an employer of "uber-mo's." Only those in our group of a "peculiar people," understand the meaning of "uber-mo." In our race to the Celestial Kingdom, this really happens:
After five years of observing these odd behaviors, it makes one wonder about the transition from Sunday School class to daily life. Pedal to the metal baby......and show no fear....
- cyclists must ride in the gutter as cars will run them over and they are not allowed on sidewalks
- the right-hand lane next to the sidewalk is a high-speed passing zone
- speeds exceed 60 mph on Canyon Road and top out at 80 mph passing LaVell's stadium
- drivers accelerate through crosswalks if a pedestrian is not squarely centered on the car's radiator
- no eye contact is made with other drivers so the "I am Christian if I didn't see you" cut-off can be accomplished
- a minimum of 5 cars must turn left on a red light
- squealing of tires can be heard in parking garages as drivers vie for coveted spots
- under no circumstance is anyone allowed to merge into traffic
- both cyclists and pedestrians crossing at an intersection are flattened if a driver can turn right on a red and beat oncoming traffic
- fasting is required to exit your car as each parking spot must accommodate 1.5 cars
- all cursing is done without lip movement so as to appear kind and within the bounds of our honor code
After five years of observing these odd behaviors, it makes one wonder about the transition from Sunday School class to daily life. Pedal to the metal baby......and show no fear....
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Happy Birthday
Birthdays this month for Garth and Dennen. A fun birthday dinner included Homemade Turkey Noodle Soup, Light Pumpernickel Bread, Whipped Grape/Raspberry Jello, and Cake with Dream Whip Frosting.
That goofy face of Finn's is what he does when we tell him, "Say cheese!"
Great times!
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Snot on My Shoulder
Gladdenings of My Heart:
snot on my shoulder - cause I've been loved by our smallest one
pat on the head - cause the black-haired youngest offspring has lovingly passed behind my chair
masterful gift wrapping with perfect curly ribbons - cause the sandwiched daughter adds extra love as a finishing touch
goofy face in family photos - cause hairless son-in-law fills the left ventricle of my heart
words of thanks - cause red-headed gal thinks to acknowledge the little things
helpful hands - cause the tallest one sees my fatigue
bright side of things noticed - cause the humorist in the eldest son always sees it
turkey carcass in my soup pot - cause thoughts of a sister's turkey carcass simultaneously submerged pop into my brain
wide-stance-hands-in-pockets musings - cause moments observing or listening to my brother link laugh, language, and Lairdisms back a generation or two
calls or visits perfectly timed - cause my mother always knows
heartwarming stories - cause my dad shares them with love, wisdom, and humor
efforts given - cause my father-in-law does everything possible to assist
bulwark of strength - cause my eternal companion is by my side loving, forgiving, strengthening, and listening
snot on my shoulder - cause I've been loved by our smallest one
pat on the head - cause the black-haired youngest offspring has lovingly passed behind my chair
masterful gift wrapping with perfect curly ribbons - cause the sandwiched daughter adds extra love as a finishing touch
goofy face in family photos - cause hairless son-in-law fills the left ventricle of my heart
words of thanks - cause red-headed gal thinks to acknowledge the little things
helpful hands - cause the tallest one sees my fatigue
bright side of things noticed - cause the humorist in the eldest son always sees it
turkey carcass in my soup pot - cause thoughts of a sister's turkey carcass simultaneously submerged pop into my brain
wide-stance-hands-in-pockets musings - cause moments observing or listening to my brother link laugh, language, and Lairdisms back a generation or two
calls or visits perfectly timed - cause my mother always knows
heartwarming stories - cause my dad shares them with love, wisdom, and humor
efforts given - cause my father-in-law does everything possible to assist
bulwark of strength - cause my eternal companion is by my side loving, forgiving, strengthening, and listening
Saturday, November 26, 2011
Tree Day
Grandma Jensen started the tradition with her Tree Trimming Party, when 27 grandchildren were invited to come help trim her tree with years-old ornaments, electrical taped lights, and new boxes of icicles. After the tree was trimmed, we were treated to her wonderful pineapple milkshakes (made with raw milk from Uncle Paul's cows).
Helping my mom with her home decorations was always a joy because I felt that she had the most beautiful decorations placed all throughout the house. As a child, I felt that our home should be featured in Better Homes and Gardens.
My sister, Denise, re-invented the tradition and marked the day after Thanksgiving as its date. I look forward to the day with great anticipation and sit back and marvel at the Spirit of Christmas that is felt as we share time together.
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Spokane Sister Time
A great time was had in Spokane with my sister as we laughed, talked, shopped, talked, ate, talked, drove, ate, talked and sewed together!
Discovered Wisdom |
Buggy Barn Visit |
So Many Choices |
Stitching Flying Geese |
Knit Shop |
Sewing Room Sisters |
Excellence in Dining - Greg Allowed |
Savings Account Busters |
New Grandbaby Quilts |
Olive Oil Shop |
Dining - Again |
Canned Food for Charity |
Snowman Quilts |
Completion: Two Snowman Quilts and Two Baby Quilts |
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