Pioneer Woman at Heart

  My newest project - baby pacifier leash.  I have a grand-niece about to give birth, and will hopefully get a few more made in different colors.  Sadly, I do not have a finished baby blanket/booties to gift her right now. I am working on the un-finished baby blanket that I found in my closet.  It's hit or miss, depending on how I feel.  We sipped hot peppermint leaf tea yesterday, and it opened up our nasal passages better than nasal spray. On a good note, the nursing home has not called again with any more cases, but more friends of ours have it now. If anything gets done today, it'll be hitting the "sanitize" button on the washing machine and the "self-clean" button on the oven.  It's a good (wind chill 4°F) cold day to do it. My ankle feels normal again. Finally.  Not sure if the immune boost pills we are taking helped heal it up, but it is nice to have my regular walk/movement back. Daughter K goes back to work today.  I know she is still fee...

Our girls did this.  Luckily, one daughter was able to snatch up a 9 foot wide blow up pool.  They invited a friend over for some cooling off time.  It's been hot, hot, hot.

I got a call about 11am-ish Friday morning, and when I couldn't understand our 20 year-old, I calmly asked if there was a policeman there.  She put him on the phone. An hour later I was with her in the ER at the hospital.  I drove despite pain in my ankle, because she had no one else to be with her and get her home. Her car was totaled, but she came out with bruises and a small cut. Thank God she had nothing broken.  Thankfully, I calmed her down, got her to even laugh, and got some knitting done while we waited for x-rays and other tests. I got her home, then myself home, and foot was back up. We got a call this morning at 6:30am.  Our daughter (my step-daughter) was at another hospital with our youngest grandson.   He had passed away. I feel like I'm in a bad dream.  Our hearts ache right now. I have yet to tell our youngest, who is very very close to our young grandson. Hubby is on his way to that hospital (doctors are looking f...

John 11:25-26 Jesus said to her, "I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in me will live, even though he dies; and whoever lives and believes in me will never die. (NIV)

"Stop tweeting Mom!" According to the kids, I have a twitter account, but I just don't know it.  I guess, and this is from my son's version, that I "tweet" out loud. Ha. He just confirmed that twitter is annoying (even though he may not have realized it).

Due to a certain number of kids around here, who can't get their dishes done, the internet is off for a few days (or longer).  I'll see you all when they learn to prioritize and be responsible. My 14 year-old never made last night's dinner either.  She went "shopping" with her 19 year-old sister, and never came home until after dinner (even though they were told to be back in time to make it).  They both knew I was not feeling well, and I am still not feeling well.  

My kids ( and I ) love to drink tea and coffee both.  But lately, they have gott en funky with both.  Mom se nt over some vanilla choc olate tru ffle teabags, and guess what my 16 year-old did? Sh e put that very same teabag into the coffee maker, along with the coffee grounds, and brewed it.  Not bad too. I wonder what else they wil l come up with , now th at m ost of my tea is restocked. Wh at would you call that any way ( brewing coffee with tea )? Coff-tea?  Tea-F ee?  Ha ha ha!  

I've b een busy updating my S.C.R.A .P. blog, and a dding more handmade ornaments.  Ove r the summer, I collected all of the clothespins that broke, saving the pieces for a special project. I p ut togeth er a snowman from some o f the parts, and have now challe nged the kid s to create one by themselves. The first one to make one, was my soon-to -b e 11 year-old daughter.   She ma de her ornament into an angel, usin g feathers, scrap fabric , glitter and a bead.   I'm still waiting on the ot her kids to finish theirs.  I think they need a little Chr istmas mo jo , to get them going .    Take a look at S.C.R.A.P . to see them. 

Be careful what you say and do in public.  You may be creating good writing mate rial for someone's upcoming , best selling novel. The dentis t office is a great place to collect writing material.  Most day s anyway. During my vis it to the dentist, where my youngest ha d a n appointm ent, writing material was in overflow. One woman was sitting in t he back corn er, wi th her head leaned back, sleeping and snoring.  Could you imagine yourself snoring at the dentist? One woman, a young mother, sat q ui e tly, with her h ead lowered.  I wonder wh at she was thinking? On e woman, who sat two seats from me, gave me enough material to last a chapter or two.  She sat with a laptop open, papers in one hand, and a cell phone in the other.  However, halfway through her very long phone conver sation (and loud I might add), she en ded up putting th e laptop away.  This woman talked the entire time she sat there, until the office sta ff called her ba...

I have one re gre t - not getting pictures.  After my 16 year- old daughter helped me shri nk wrap gi ft ba skets for a fundraiser donation, we had a few pieces of b a sket s hrink wrap left over. They girls w ere hi m-hawing at the table later , and I was in t he front room knitting.   "You know what we should do?" one asked the other in the kitchen.  "We should shrink wrap "K's" stuff  before she gets home." (My 13 year-old was o ut shopping with hubby, and would be home to go to a sleepover) " Let's do it," responded the other with a devious eyeball re sponse. (giggling) So they got the hair dry er out, and shrink wrapped their sis ter's ha ir bru sh, flat iron, eye liner, and mascara.   W hen she got home, and looked at her items to pack for the sleepover, she was very confused .   " What happened to my makeup?" she asked me.  (more giggles) "My hairb rush?! " (more g i ggles) "...