from 7 & 37:
7 got this great idea (a few weeks ago, but 37 can't possibly keep up with all of her whims) to mail all our beloved followers Christmas cards to say thank you for being, well...beloved followers! So then, I thought (I have whims of my own, you know), that it would be more appropriate to send you Digital Holiday Greetings, because a) that's the manner to which you have become accustomed to receiving greetings from us in, and 2) we're out of stamps.
So, to all our followers, new and old (we're up to TEN...how exciting is that?), and to those of you who follow us, but haven't figured out how to say so publicly (Mom and Trudy), MERRY CHRISTMAS, HAPPY HOLIDAYS, and HAVE A FABULOUS NEW YEAR! You guys are awesome, and every single comment, whether by blog, by email or by phone call, we appreciate you. Y'all keep us motivated!
Wishing you all the happiness that a brand new year brings!
With love,
7 & 37
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
going caroling
#7
lastnight me and my mom went caroling. first we got on the redemeer luthran church activity bus.( our pastor drove.)first we went to mr. rusty and ms. debbie's house, then we went to ms.lib's house,and then we went to two other families houses. it made them happy.
#37
it's not something you get the chance to participate in every day, or even every year for that matter, but if somebody asks you if you want to go caroling, say yes. it will warm a bunch of hearts, and make yours feel even bigger. singing experience not required. trust me.
lastnight me and my mom went caroling. first we got on the redemeer luthran church activity bus.( our pastor drove.)first we went to mr. rusty and ms. debbie's house, then we went to ms.lib's house,and then we went to two other families houses. it made them happy.
#37
it's not something you get the chance to participate in every day, or even every year for that matter, but if somebody asks you if you want to go caroling, say yes. it will warm a bunch of hearts, and make yours feel even bigger. singing experience not required. trust me.
Sunday, December 20, 2009
#7's christmas play
#7
today I had a christmas play. I wore my purple robe and we could'nt find the little rope that goes around my robe so we ended up using my dark purple scarf.and today at my christmas play............. we sang..............no ordinary night the first line is there's something in the air tonight it feel's as if the time right for something quite amazing to occur,the next song is glory to god.minding the flock tending the sheep trying to catch a moment of sleep,the next song is shaggy smelly sheep.the first line to that is camped upon a green judean hillside,the next song is head'in down to bethlehem,can't belive we really saw a angel,the next song is this is Jesus, little baby little savior who was born this holy night,the next song is go and tell.shout it from the housetop's.
P.S. we had speaking part's.
# 37
My participation in today's play was what my boss would refer to as "and all other duties as required." From the flocking of the sheep to the ironing of the backdrops to the wheeling out of the stage partition, I helped fill in the blanks where necessary. All of the accolades, however, go to my amazing friend, Martie, who pulled off the whole she-bang, along with our fab music director, Mark. I don't know how they did what they did, because it was one major production for our medium-ish Lutheran church, but they did it, and it was AWESOME. There's something magical and fabulous about a Christmas play; what a great way to celebrate this wonderful time of year.
today I had a christmas play. I wore my purple robe and we could'nt find the little rope that goes around my robe so we ended up using my dark purple scarf.and today at my christmas play............. we sang..............no ordinary night the first line is there's something in the air tonight it feel's as if the time right for something quite amazing to occur,the next song is glory to god.minding the flock tending the sheep trying to catch a moment of sleep,the next song is shaggy smelly sheep.the first line to that is camped upon a green judean hillside,the next song is head'in down to bethlehem,can't belive we really saw a angel,the next song is this is Jesus, little baby little savior who was born this holy night,the next song is go and tell.shout it from the housetop's.
P.S. we had speaking part's.
# 37
My participation in today's play was what my boss would refer to as "and all other duties as required." From the flocking of the sheep to the ironing of the backdrops to the wheeling out of the stage partition, I helped fill in the blanks where necessary. All of the accolades, however, go to my amazing friend, Martie, who pulled off the whole she-bang, along with our fab music director, Mark. I don't know how they did what they did, because it was one major production for our medium-ish Lutheran church, but they did it, and it was AWESOME. There's something magical and fabulous about a Christmas play; what a great way to celebrate this wonderful time of year.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
marshmallows
from 7:
marshmallows are very squishy their like cotton balls almost. they are delish. my brother (Jake). loves marshmallows so very much. and you can put them in hot choclate. I love the deyhidrated marshmallows and I like to eat some before they are even in the hot choclate yet! one time when I was sick I was so sick I went to my nina's and she poured the marshmallows in the hot choclate and I did'nt get to eat any! so here's what I had to do I had to do.I had to eat some choclate marshmallows!
from 37:
What's in a marshmallow, really? And why are they delicious alone, or in cocoa, or in Rice Krispies treats? Is there anything contained in a marshmallow besides sugar? Is it just sugar that's been heated to such a high temperature that it explodes into a tiny pouf? Maybe that's what's happened to me over the years...the high temperatures to which I have been exposed have caused me to explode into a pouf. Regardless of the contents, a marshmallow is a divine food. Just think of all the pistachio salads you would have missed out on in your lifetime weren't it for the creation of the marshmallow. My life would be poorer fo sho without those white little poufers. One of my first jobs was at one of those all you can eat salad and steak places, and, while my friends got the pie jobs waitressing, I was relegated to the bowels of the restaurant...the kitchen...where I think my title was Salad Broad, or something as equally as complimentary. While my supercute friends got to wear their high hair without any sort of cumbersome head attire, I had to wear a white golfer's cap, which, I kid you not, said, "Salad Bar" on it. That's me...."Salad Bar"...the ENTIRE thing! And mind you golfer's hats were by NO MEANS fashionable back when I was Salad Broad aka Salad Bar, which made it even MORE uncomfortable to look at. I'm 37, so back when I was doing this gig, the jaunty-golfer-hat-look had left the building some 10 years prior, not to reappear until Justin Timberlake brought them into fashion like 5 minutes ago. So, no big fashion points being earned for Salad Bar. Anyhow, I worked in the back with this German woman named Brunhilde. It sounds like I'm being stereotypical by saying I worked for a German woman named Brunhilde, but can you BE stereotypical when you're telling a true story? Anyhow, Brunhilde was her full name, she told me, but she had just "Hilde" on her nametag. She had her own golf cap of shame, and she spoke with those really gutteral sounds that kind of scared you, but made you want to hear her talk more, too. She and I got to know each other very well back in the armpit of that steakhouse, and one of the things I remember best about Hilde was how she taught me how to make a VAT of pistachio salad that would, suprisingly, only last a few hours on a Friday night on that salad bar. People would cram that stuff into their faces like it was money. Anyhow, to create that vat took an ENORMOUS amount of marshmallows, plenty of pistachio pudding, and pounds of pineapple. Mix it with some Cool Whip in a tub the size of a small child, and you got yourself some good EATS! I'm proud to say that Green Pistachio Pouf Salad is now in my recipe repertoire because of Brunhilde. But I had to give the golf hat back.
marshmallows are very squishy their like cotton balls almost. they are delish. my brother (Jake). loves marshmallows so very much. and you can put them in hot choclate. I love the deyhidrated marshmallows and I like to eat some before they are even in the hot choclate yet! one time when I was sick I was so sick I went to my nina's and she poured the marshmallows in the hot choclate and I did'nt get to eat any! so here's what I had to do I had to do.I had to eat some choclate marshmallows!
from 37:
What's in a marshmallow, really? And why are they delicious alone, or in cocoa, or in Rice Krispies treats? Is there anything contained in a marshmallow besides sugar? Is it just sugar that's been heated to such a high temperature that it explodes into a tiny pouf? Maybe that's what's happened to me over the years...the high temperatures to which I have been exposed have caused me to explode into a pouf. Regardless of the contents, a marshmallow is a divine food. Just think of all the pistachio salads you would have missed out on in your lifetime weren't it for the creation of the marshmallow. My life would be poorer fo sho without those white little poufers. One of my first jobs was at one of those all you can eat salad and steak places, and, while my friends got the pie jobs waitressing, I was relegated to the bowels of the restaurant...the kitchen...where I think my title was Salad Broad, or something as equally as complimentary. While my supercute friends got to wear their high hair without any sort of cumbersome head attire, I had to wear a white golfer's cap, which, I kid you not, said, "Salad Bar" on it. That's me...."Salad Bar"...the ENTIRE thing! And mind you golfer's hats were by NO MEANS fashionable back when I was Salad Broad aka Salad Bar, which made it even MORE uncomfortable to look at. I'm 37, so back when I was doing this gig, the jaunty-golfer-hat-look had left the building some 10 years prior, not to reappear until Justin Timberlake brought them into fashion like 5 minutes ago. So, no big fashion points being earned for Salad Bar. Anyhow, I worked in the back with this German woman named Brunhilde. It sounds like I'm being stereotypical by saying I worked for a German woman named Brunhilde, but can you BE stereotypical when you're telling a true story? Anyhow, Brunhilde was her full name, she told me, but she had just "Hilde" on her nametag. She had her own golf cap of shame, and she spoke with those really gutteral sounds that kind of scared you, but made you want to hear her talk more, too. She and I got to know each other very well back in the armpit of that steakhouse, and one of the things I remember best about Hilde was how she taught me how to make a VAT of pistachio salad that would, suprisingly, only last a few hours on a Friday night on that salad bar. People would cram that stuff into their faces like it was money. Anyhow, to create that vat took an ENORMOUS amount of marshmallows, plenty of pistachio pudding, and pounds of pineapple. Mix it with some Cool Whip in a tub the size of a small child, and you got yourself some good EATS! I'm proud to say that Green Pistachio Pouf Salad is now in my recipe repertoire because of Brunhilde. But I had to give the golf hat back.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
playdates
from 7:
today my neighbor ms Sharon, called us and asked if I could come over to have a playdate with her daughter.(Savanna)and so then 37 drove me over to Savanna's house,( even though she was really our neighbor)because it was so freezin cold out there. so when we got there me and Savanna went up to her room and played Barbies and then we went downstairs to have a popsicle. we asked mr Brett if we could have one and he said if there's two. then me and Savanna got out 5 coloring books and we both got to pick out two I picked growing up with pets and I got surgery. then we played Barbies some more and then we told ms Sharon "we're bored" and then I asked ms Sharon if Savanna could come over to my house and ms Sharon said "if it's okay with your parents"and so we called my house and daddy answered the phone and I asked him "can I talk to mom and he said "yes" so me , mr Brett and Savanna walked to my house. and first we
had a build-a-bear parade with Jake, then we played american girls Savanna was Kit, and I was Ruthie and we went downstairs with Kit and Ruthie,and ate pizza and watched mickey's twice upon a christmas and then it was time for Savanna to go home. it was a fun day.
from 37:
The original title of tonight's entry was "playdates hard for adults"...7's idea..until she typed 13 lines and was too pooped to then explain WHY playdates are hard for adults. When she came to me with the title I thought her explanation was going to be about the coordination/serving/schepping/entertaining portion of a playdate that goes on for the adult. Her take was a little different, though. Had 7's tired fingers not betrayed her for the evening, she would have liked to have told you the following: Playdates are HARD for adults! You know why? Because adults don't PLAY, that's why! So, if Scott and I were to invite an adult or two over to OUR house for a playdate, we'd have nothing to DO! And you know what I think? She's kind of on to something! If you were to come over to my house at this very minute...no, wait, you wouldn't want to do that...I'm already in my monkey pajamas, and that might give you nightmares...but if you were to come over to my house TOMORROW, I'm sure I'd offer you a cup of coffee and maybe even a snack, but would we play? Friend, I'm sad to say, we probably would NOT. Why IS that? Why DON'T adults play more? I'm always up for a game of Uno or Scrabble or Gin Rummy. So, why don't I ever suggest it? Do any grown ups PLAY anymore? Maybe some of you do. I have a friend whose husband every once in a while challenges her to a spirited round of Hi Ho Cherry-O, winner takes all. So, there are those of you out there who are DOWN with game playing, even if you are a so-called grown-up. So, what about the rest of us? All of a sudden, I'm thinking a good game of Apples to Apples or Balderdash is in order. So, when are you coming over to play? Let's make a date!
from 37:
today my neighbor ms Sharon, called us and asked if I could come over to have a playdate with her daughter.(Savanna)and so then 37 drove me over to Savanna's house,( even though she was really our neighbor)because it was so freezin cold out there. so when we got there me and Savanna went up to her room and played Barbies and then we went downstairs to have a popsicle. we asked mr Brett if we could have one and he said if there's two. then me and Savanna got out 5 coloring books and we both got to pick out two I picked growing up with pets and I got surgery. then we played Barbies some more and then we told ms Sharon "we're bored" and then I asked ms Sharon if Savanna could come over to my house and ms Sharon said "if it's okay with your parents"and so we called my house and daddy answered the phone and I asked him "can I talk to mom and he said "yes" so me , mr Brett and Savanna walked to my house. and first we
had a build-a-bear parade with Jake, then we played american girls Savanna was Kit, and I was Ruthie and we went downstairs with Kit and Ruthie,and ate pizza and watched mickey's twice upon a christmas and then it was time for Savanna to go home. it was a fun day.
from 37:
The original title of tonight's entry was "playdates hard for adults"...7's idea..until she typed 13 lines and was too pooped to then explain WHY playdates are hard for adults. When she came to me with the title I thought her explanation was going to be about the coordination/serving/schepping/entertaining portion of a playdate that goes on for the adult. Her take was a little different, though. Had 7's tired fingers not betrayed her for the evening, she would have liked to have told you the following: Playdates are HARD for adults! You know why? Because adults don't PLAY, that's why! So, if Scott and I were to invite an adult or two over to OUR house for a playdate, we'd have nothing to DO! And you know what I think? She's kind of on to something! If you were to come over to my house at this very minute...no, wait, you wouldn't want to do that...I'm already in my monkey pajamas, and that might give you nightmares...but if you were to come over to my house TOMORROW, I'm sure I'd offer you a cup of coffee and maybe even a snack, but would we play? Friend, I'm sad to say, we probably would NOT. Why IS that? Why DON'T adults play more? I'm always up for a game of Uno or Scrabble or Gin Rummy. So, why don't I ever suggest it? Do any grown ups PLAY anymore? Maybe some of you do. I have a friend whose husband every once in a while challenges her to a spirited round of Hi Ho Cherry-O, winner takes all. So, there are those of you out there who are DOWN with game playing, even if you are a so-called grown-up. So, what about the rest of us? All of a sudden, I'm thinking a good game of Apples to Apples or Balderdash is in order. So, when are you coming over to play? Let's make a date!
from 37:
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Santa on the firetruck
from 7:
when we saw Santa claus on the firetruck,everyone in our couldasack was saying....."hi Santa!" and the firetruck was very very very loud and last year our freinds Davis,Daisi and Darajane were over,that's when Santa came arond.and the girl's were scared because the firetruck was so loud.last year when he came and the girl's were over,Santa threw out candy, but this year he did'nt. grayson
from 37:
When Santa comes through our 'hood each year, it's a major production. Fire truck in front, fire engine in the middle, fire truck in the back, with THE BIG GUY on astride the top of the engine. Our first clue that he's heading near is the awesome tunes blasting from one of the trucks. This sends us into a frenzy of screeching, coat-scrambling-for, and downright giddyness that makes even the dog almost wet her Labrador pants. It's almost more exciting than the event itself. But when that dude comes cascading down our hill, with that big spotlight on his big furry mane and his bowl full o jelly jiggling, it's a magical moment. And now that Jake doesn't scream from the super loud noise and the frenetic energy exhibited by the rest of his family, it's even more fun.
when we saw Santa claus on the firetruck,everyone in our couldasack was saying....."hi Santa!" and the firetruck was very very very loud and last year our freinds Davis,Daisi and Darajane were over,that's when Santa came arond.and the girl's were scared because the firetruck was so loud.last year when he came and the girl's were over,Santa threw out candy, but this year he did'nt. grayson
from 37:
When Santa comes through our 'hood each year, it's a major production. Fire truck in front, fire engine in the middle, fire truck in the back, with THE BIG GUY on astride the top of the engine. Our first clue that he's heading near is the awesome tunes blasting from one of the trucks. This sends us into a frenzy of screeching, coat-scrambling-for, and downright giddyness that makes even the dog almost wet her Labrador pants. It's almost more exciting than the event itself. But when that dude comes cascading down our hill, with that big spotlight on his big furry mane and his bowl full o jelly jiggling, it's a magical moment. And now that Jake doesn't scream from the super loud noise and the frenetic energy exhibited by the rest of his family, it's even more fun.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
the food wedding
from 7:
ok my cousin Jonathan made a las vegas wedding out of...........a box,fruit loops,cherrios,plastic spoons,markers and some dental floss.and speaking of a las vegas wedding. I made 1 myself. and I made mine out of..........a cearal box, salt, pepper, surrend wrap and some plastic knifes,forks and spoons.
from 37:
The knife-bride looked resplendent in her Press 'n Seal veil....
ok my cousin Jonathan made a las vegas wedding out of...........a box,fruit loops,cherrios,plastic spoons,markers and some dental floss.and speaking of a las vegas wedding. I made 1 myself. and I made mine out of..........a cearal box, salt, pepper, surrend wrap and some plastic knifes,forks and spoons.
from 37:
The knife-bride looked resplendent in her Press 'n Seal veil....
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
What is your favorite christmas movie?
from 7:
my favorite christmas movie would have to be "mickey's twice upon a christmas."the thing that the movie is trying to teach little one's is...... well....... let's just say little children are donald.k?so their so little and their brains are so small.so let's think the little children's brain's as Donald's heart. Donald's heart is so small he does'nt care enogh at christmastime because he think's the true meaning of christmas is all about getting presents. but it's really about caring for others and celebrating jesus's birth. when jesus was born and he turned one that was year one, same thing when he turned two and three........and on and on.
from 37:
I had no idea what an array of Christmas movies existed, until I read somewhere that ABC Family was hosting an entire month full of 'em. Blew my mind. Lots of fluffy stuff I'd never heard of, chock full of dogs saving humans, humans saving dogs, dogs saving children who need better humans, you know...happy with a splash of sappy, and a dash of weepy. But among of these offerings, if I were to pick my fave, I would still revert back to "It's a Wonderful Life", which I'd never seen until maybe six or seven years ago. My sweet husband, knowing my fondness for a good tearjerker, recommended it to me, because I had apparently been living under ye olde proverbial rock where Christmas Classics were concerned. Anyhow, saw it, loved it, cried my eyes out, and now it's an essential part of my holiday season. Although I did see a movie on ABC Family this weekend that was pretty interesting, just for people-watching-sake. It must have been filmed circa 1989, because the lady was wearing a dress VERY similar to one I had during that EXACT year. Actually, I think most of us had that dress that year...but just seeing it made me miss the poufy clothes of the late 80s/early 90s, and the way our hair was just uncontrollably flowy and big, and girls got to wear bows with a straight face. Like we thought they looked GOOD. So, that movie, whatever it was called, gets an honorable mention, just for the flashback of bows and poufyness it brought. Another flick that's not too shabby is one that's new from the Pixar Peeps: "Prep and Landing". WAY fun. Watch out, Frank Capra, you gots some competition!
But, if you had to pick, 7 and 37 would love to know: what's YOUR favorite Christmas movie?
Monday, December 7, 2009
Ham
from 7:
Ham is delicious. You can bake it and it has a little timer in it. I bake it at my Nina's house. (Nina is my grandmother.) Me and my grandma eat it together at her house with granddaddy, 37, Jake and daddy.(granddaddy is my grandfather.) Everybody loves ham.
G.J.
from 37:
Is there anything better than a delicious ham, I mean, really? There's something about Ham and the Holidays that just goes so perfectly together. Turkey may be the star of Thanksgiving, but Ham shows up to both Thanksgiving AND Christmas without looking like a party-crasher. I'd feel a lot better about Ham if I knew it wasn't possibly somebody's mother, though. The whole vegetarian concept has always appealed to me, and I tried it once in college, and got through the whole year without touching anything that had parents, but as soon as the holidays rolled around, BAM! I was shoving meat in my face by the handful. Maybe when 7 grows up to be a scientist, after she makes cancer drugs hurt less and turns the devil into a nice guy, she can make a Ham grow on a tree. Christmas Party at my house! Tree Ham for everyone!
Ham is delicious. You can bake it and it has a little timer in it. I bake it at my Nina's house. (Nina is my grandmother.) Me and my grandma eat it together at her house with granddaddy, 37, Jake and daddy.(granddaddy is my grandfather.) Everybody loves ham.
G.J.
from 37:
Is there anything better than a delicious ham, I mean, really? There's something about Ham and the Holidays that just goes so perfectly together. Turkey may be the star of Thanksgiving, but Ham shows up to both Thanksgiving AND Christmas without looking like a party-crasher. I'd feel a lot better about Ham if I knew it wasn't possibly somebody's mother, though. The whole vegetarian concept has always appealed to me, and I tried it once in college, and got through the whole year without touching anything that had parents, but as soon as the holidays rolled around, BAM! I was shoving meat in my face by the handful. Maybe when 7 grows up to be a scientist, after she makes cancer drugs hurt less and turns the devil into a nice guy, she can make a Ham grow on a tree. Christmas Party at my house! Tree Ham for everyone!
Sunday, December 6, 2009
At festivce
from 7
when we went to festivce,we went to a parade.1st we saw the king and queen of festivce,then we saw some skateboarder dudes that went over a ramp,and then we saw the 1 and only Santa claus and ms claus!the best part is Santa threw out candy.
-g-j-
from thirty seven
Parades always make me a little nervous, because I'm always afraid a clown is going to show up. Just writing the word "clown" gives me the heebies. Seven's no different. Whether she's taken her cues from me, or it's pure genetics, this Dynamic Duo is NOT a fan of people in creepy make-up. So, it was with more than a little trepidation that I packed up the kids and the husband and headed downtown, but, hey, sacrifices must be made for something such as inspiring as the season of Festivus and its subsequent Parade. Actually, the parade was about 12 minutes worthof dudes on skateboards, people on bicycles, The Grinch, the Festivus King and Queen, and Santa and his much-younger-looking Missus. But it was a hoot and a half anyway, and we did get some candy canes and Now & Laters thrown our way. That was exciting. And then we got to go eat Fish Tacos and Fried Pickles with our friends, Amy and Gina. Don't knock the fried pickles until you've had one of these delicacies dunked into Ranch dressing, friends. It is a gastro-pleasure of the highest order, which is as exciting as the Festivus Feats of Strength Themselves. Unfortunately, we were unable to participate in either those OR the Airing of Grievances portion of Festivus, as that section was cordoned off to those getting their drink on, and 7 wasn't really into that, if you can imagine. So, we basically trucked downtown to see a 12 minute parade and eat dinner, but we left happy, with our stomachs full, our pockets full of sugar, and glad to have spent the evening among friends other than those who get their paychecks from the Disney Channel...even if stepping out of our comfy chairs for the night meant risking a run-in with freakish clown types. Someone should really get those dudes their own island.
when we went to festivce,we went to a parade.1st we saw the king and queen of festivce,then we saw some skateboarder dudes that went over a ramp,and then we saw the 1 and only Santa claus and ms claus!the best part is Santa threw out candy.
-g-j-
from thirty seven
Parades always make me a little nervous, because I'm always afraid a clown is going to show up. Just writing the word "clown" gives me the heebies. Seven's no different. Whether she's taken her cues from me, or it's pure genetics, this Dynamic Duo is NOT a fan of people in creepy make-up. So, it was with more than a little trepidation that I packed up the kids and the husband and headed downtown, but, hey, sacrifices must be made for something such as inspiring as the season of Festivus and its subsequent Parade. Actually, the parade was about 12 minutes worthof dudes on skateboards, people on bicycles, The Grinch, the Festivus King and Queen, and Santa and his much-younger-looking Missus. But it was a hoot and a half anyway, and we did get some candy canes and Now & Laters thrown our way. That was exciting. And then we got to go eat Fish Tacos and Fried Pickles with our friends, Amy and Gina. Don't knock the fried pickles until you've had one of these delicacies dunked into Ranch dressing, friends. It is a gastro-pleasure of the highest order, which is as exciting as the Festivus Feats of Strength Themselves. Unfortunately, we were unable to participate in either those OR the Airing of Grievances portion of Festivus, as that section was cordoned off to those getting their drink on, and 7 wasn't really into that, if you can imagine. So, we basically trucked downtown to see a 12 minute parade and eat dinner, but we left happy, with our stomachs full, our pockets full of sugar, and glad to have spent the evening among friends other than those who get their paychecks from the Disney Channel...even if stepping out of our comfy chairs for the night meant risking a run-in with freakish clown types. Someone should really get those dudes their own island.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Shopping at the holiday store
from seven:
Today I went to the holiday store. I bought 2 things for mom, 2 things for dad and 2 things for Jake. But.......I can only tell what I got for Jake. But you can't tell him OK? I got him a teddy bear named Roger and a slithery snake. The reason you can't tell him is because it's a christmas present and the reason why I'm not gonna tell you mom and dad's present's is because my mom help's me with this blog and daddy read's our blog. And I lost one of mom's present's. G.J. :(
from thirty-seven:
Okay, so what's weird is that we agreed on a topic tonight that I can't really write about, since I did not actually shop at the holiday store. But them's the rules, so here's what I've got: I sent in money for the holiday store. Yep, that's about the extent of my brush with the holiday store. The store itself is a pretty cool concept, actually. The parents send in money to the school, after helping the kids develop a budget to help them shop: 3 dollars for Dad, 3 dollars for brother...that sort of thing. It feels like a cruel joke to me that there's shopping going on that I don't get to participate in because I'm older than 11. But the real cruelness came in when Gracie had one of her holiday store purchases stolen during her afterschool care. Crueler still was her learning that she had been lied to by a friend. The kid told her she hadn't taken the gift even though there were witnesses, and the kid practically had the wrapping paper hanging out of her sleeve as proof. We tried asking the dad and again the kid to see if they knew the whereabouts of the missing prize--the dad said his kid didn't have it, and the kid blamed it on a 2nd grader. So, that was that.
I've spent the last few hours trying to reconcile my anger towards a father who would allow his daughter to lie to him, to another adult, to a friend...against the pathos I feel for a kid whose parents wouldn't--or couldn't--send in money for the holiday store. After much contemplation, and by the grace of God, I'm glad to say pathos is currently in the lead.
Today I went to the holiday store. I bought 2 things for mom, 2 things for dad and 2 things for Jake. But.......I can only tell what I got for Jake. But you can't tell him OK? I got him a teddy bear named Roger and a slithery snake. The reason you can't tell him is because it's a christmas present and the reason why I'm not gonna tell you mom and dad's present's is because my mom help's me with this blog and daddy read's our blog. And I lost one of mom's present's. G.J. :(
from thirty-seven:
Okay, so what's weird is that we agreed on a topic tonight that I can't really write about, since I did not actually shop at the holiday store. But them's the rules, so here's what I've got: I sent in money for the holiday store. Yep, that's about the extent of my brush with the holiday store. The store itself is a pretty cool concept, actually. The parents send in money to the school, after helping the kids develop a budget to help them shop: 3 dollars for Dad, 3 dollars for brother...that sort of thing. It feels like a cruel joke to me that there's shopping going on that I don't get to participate in because I'm older than 11. But the real cruelness came in when Gracie had one of her holiday store purchases stolen during her afterschool care. Crueler still was her learning that she had been lied to by a friend. The kid told her she hadn't taken the gift even though there were witnesses, and the kid practically had the wrapping paper hanging out of her sleeve as proof. We tried asking the dad and again the kid to see if they knew the whereabouts of the missing prize--the dad said his kid didn't have it, and the kid blamed it on a 2nd grader. So, that was that.
I've spent the last few hours trying to reconcile my anger towards a father who would allow his daughter to lie to him, to another adult, to a friend...against the pathos I feel for a kid whose parents wouldn't--or couldn't--send in money for the holiday store. After much contemplation, and by the grace of God, I'm glad to say pathos is currently in the lead.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
What I wanna be when I grow up
from seven:
I wanna be a scientist when I grow up because I wanna discover new things,and make things happen.Two things I want to make happen are.......if you have canser you can get something that`s better than a canser shot and how to make the devil be good.So everyone who's reading this blog remember what I just typed and you think if you might wanna be a scientist when YOU grow up.
G.J.
from thirty-seven:
When I grow up, which I'm sure is going to be any minute now, I think I'm going to be a doctor. Because the older I get, the more interested I become in medicine and the aspects of healing, but really the truth is, a whole lot of my brain is interested in the diagnosing-part. I don't know what it is: the thrill of the puzzle...the additition and subtraction that comes when putting together what it could be or what it's not...or the big breather you let out when you finally figure out what it is you actually have...and it's not as bad as you thought.
I wanna be a scientist when I grow up because I wanna discover new things,and make things happen.Two things I want to make happen are.......if you have canser you can get something that`s better than a canser shot and how to make the devil be good.So everyone who's reading this blog remember what I just typed and you think if you might wanna be a scientist when YOU grow up.
G.J.
from thirty-seven:
When I grow up, which I'm sure is going to be any minute now, I think I'm going to be a doctor. Because the older I get, the more interested I become in medicine and the aspects of healing, but really the truth is, a whole lot of my brain is interested in the diagnosing-part. I don't know what it is: the thrill of the puzzle...the additition and subtraction that comes when putting together what it could be or what it's not...or the big breather you let out when you finally figure out what it is you actually have...and it's not as bad as you thought.
rules
Before we started our new blogventure last night, Gracie and I decided to set some ground rules:
1. Agree on a topic.
2. No peeking over the other one's shoulder while they're writing until you're both finished.
3. Homework first, blog second.
4. You're in charge of your own typing.
5. Lipgloss is not mandatory while typing, but it doesn't hurt, either.
6. Feel free to change the rules as we go along (we're girls; that's what we do.)
and finally,
7. Mom gets the final say on published content.
1. Agree on a topic.
2. No peeking over the other one's shoulder while they're writing until you're both finished.
3. Homework first, blog second.
4. You're in charge of your own typing.
5. Lipgloss is not mandatory while typing, but it doesn't hurt, either.
6. Feel free to change the rules as we go along (we're girls; that's what we do.)
and finally,
7. Mom gets the final say on published content.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
frost on the car.
from seven:
This morning when I got in the car there was frost on all of the windows.It was everywhere!And so we could`nt go!And mom could`nt find the ice scraper.But.....she found a dvd.So.....she scraped it off.(the car)with the dvd.P.S.this story is true.Grayson Jane
from thirty-seven:
The first frost of the year always takes me by surprise, mainly because I always forget it gets cold enough here to make the stuff. What doesn't suprise me, however, is the fact that I can never manage to remember in which dark, savage corner of my garage I've decided to stow my car-frost-scraper from the year before. The realization that I'm missing this implement always seems to come at about the same instant that I realize a) I'm late for work, 2) the bus driver has just pulled away and my kid isn't on it, and c) the dog has upended the trash can...again. It was during one of these fast-forward, full-tilt mornings, driven by frost-bitten panic that I managed to come up with one of my favorite inventions, however, of which I am very proud: the CD-case-scrape-o-matic. It works quite well in a pinch, and, if held at just the right angle, manages to scrape off nearly the same amount of of white dust as your garden-variety, Walmart-purchased scraper, which you may or may not be able to locate at the moment. So, it was during this first frost of the year that I was digging for my Plan B Scraper that I realized I had at my disposal a DVD case, leftover from a long, summer trip where Dora was in charge of entertaining my children while I did the driving. I attempted the DVD case for a second, but it just didn't do the justice of the trusty CD holders of winters past. So, I reached back into the car, whipped out They Might Be Giants' "Here Come the 123s", and let them take care of business. As usual, the Giants did NOT disappoint. And an added bonus? From inside the car, my kids thought I was making it snow.
This morning when I got in the car there was frost on all of the windows.It was everywhere!And so we could`nt go!And mom could`nt find the ice scraper.But.....she found a dvd.So.....she scraped it off.(the car)with the dvd.P.S.this story is true.Grayson Jane
from thirty-seven:
The first frost of the year always takes me by surprise, mainly because I always forget it gets cold enough here to make the stuff. What doesn't suprise me, however, is the fact that I can never manage to remember in which dark, savage corner of my garage I've decided to stow my car-frost-scraper from the year before. The realization that I'm missing this implement always seems to come at about the same instant that I realize a) I'm late for work, 2) the bus driver has just pulled away and my kid isn't on it, and c) the dog has upended the trash can...again. It was during one of these fast-forward, full-tilt mornings, driven by frost-bitten panic that I managed to come up with one of my favorite inventions, however, of which I am very proud: the CD-case-scrape-o-matic. It works quite well in a pinch, and, if held at just the right angle, manages to scrape off nearly the same amount of of white dust as your garden-variety, Walmart-purchased scraper, which you may or may not be able to locate at the moment. So, it was during this first frost of the year that I was digging for my Plan B Scraper that I realized I had at my disposal a DVD case, leftover from a long, summer trip where Dora was in charge of entertaining my children while I did the driving. I attempted the DVD case for a second, but it just didn't do the justice of the trusty CD holders of winters past. So, I reached back into the car, whipped out They Might Be Giants' "Here Come the 123s", and let them take care of business. As usual, the Giants did NOT disappoint. And an added bonus? From inside the car, my kids thought I was making it snow.
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