Rachel tagged me to give five reasons why I blog...and since my brain is a little slow from the painkillers, I am going to think about it for a bit. I am writing it down here so I don't forget! There's one good reason to blog right there. :)

How Embarassing...

My foot surgery over, now I just get to agonize over the fact that I spent the entire surgery trying to get my hands unhooked so I could pull the curtain down and watch the surgery. I remember more than one person telling me, "You'll have to watch it on the Discovery Channel."

Last night I cooked a ton of lasagna for Annie's birthday party today. And I cooked a chicken dinner at the same time. Then I sat down to finish sewing a cushion. Very homemaker-ish.

Today we have the party, tomorrow the actual Birthday Day. Then Monday, I have my foot surgery.

They gave me the boot that I have to wear for six weeks, and I started thinking of ways to get out of the surgery. I have no idea how I am supposed to get up and down stairs wearing that thing.

And Tim just found out he needs his pacemaker replaced, so I picture him going for heart surgery while I am still clomping around in that boot. Neither one of us will be able to drive. Hopefully, friends and family will take pity on us.

Flowers & Puppies

My very badly hand-sewn chair cushion. I love the fabric so much...


My puppies sleeping in their crate...

A Day in the Sun

We drove out to Palm Desert yesterday to see my inlaws. It was 80º, and we sat in the sun and watched the birds in the birdbath and the golfers on the green. I didn't get much sleep the night before, so I spent the entire day almost falling asleep in my chair.


The kids got to see their Great Aunt Cindy for only the second time in their lives, and she told them amazing stories about her life in Colorado. After her husband died, she and her four children ran their ranch, raising pigs, bunnies, goats and a poor little calf named Sir Loin. She also told us of growing vegetables and canning and selling them, and about her beautiful horses and cocker spaniels. It was quite exciting to find out that we have our very own pioneer woman!



We had a wonderful lunch and dinner, and after my mother-in-law packed all of the food in the house into our car, we drove home.

Teenagers...

My 14-year-old son and I get along so well. We have probably had maybe five major arguments in his entire life. Well, the stresses of life all combined over the weekend to find me shouting at my firstborn, my little preemie baby, "I can't wait until you move out!" To which he dutifully responded, "I can't wait, either!" Except apparently he included a "look" with his comment, which resulted in my mild-mannered husband yelling at him for the first time ever. My girls were upstairs with wide eyes. They had never heard their daddy yell. (I married a good one.)

Now, I forget my point. Except to say that it is unbelievable how a teenager can get to you. I suppose it is part of growing up, the way they slowly make it clear that they have nothing but disdain for the way you live.

My son has expressed many times, the desire he has to get away from all the "emotions" of living with three females. I remember when he was four-years-old he told me all about the yellow jeep he wanted to drive when he grew up.

"And who will be in the passenger seat," I asked coyly.

"My backpack," he responded.

What?

From a knitting pattern:

This pattern incorporates many short rows, most of which are only a few stitches long. Turning your work this frequently can be cumbersome and tedious, so the technique of knitting backwards is recommended.

Knitting backwards? I cannot even imagine what that means. My little brain is spinning.