It is pretty wicked cool, with a craft project, a membership card, , merit badges, funny money, a super secret decoder ring and a super-duper secret word redeemable for prizes!
I finished them up after I got done weeping (seriously) over the bathroom remodel estimate. I have gathered my senses since then and realized the estimate was grossly high and crossed those people right off the list. A $1600 bathtub, I shit you not.
I feel like I have really been neglecting the old blog as off late. But I haven't really had anything to say. I've been busy, but not with anything exciting. I met with the chimney guy and meet with bathtub people and floor people tomorrow. I have received A METRIC CRAPLOAD of fabric in the mail (ebay is a foul temptress!) but have just kinda set it aside for the day when my craft room is usable.
Like I said, pretty boring.
But such is life.
I promise, as soon as anything more exciting happens I will be posting like a woman possessed. Just wait until the floor is refinished or the walls are painted. Nothing like a blog about paint drying!
I can tame the beast called electricity! People everywhere be wary! I put up a ceiling fan ALL BY MYSELF. Well, that is not completely true because I had Timmy hold the thing while I connected the wires and flip the circuit breakers when I shouted from downstairs, but other than that ALL BY MYSELF! Meanwhile Timmy was downstairs making pancakes in my pink robe - we were all - gender stereotypes BE DAMNED!
It certainly helped that my dad helped me put up the identical ceiling fan in the other room upstairs the day before and even though ceiling fans are like the basic home owner project, I am still impressed with myself. I impress myself pretty easily these days.
Also, Mark was in a play:
It was an adaptation of Ayn Rand's novella Anthem. Mark's high school theater teacher actually got permission from the Ayn Rand Institute to create an play out of the novella.
For all of you who have read Anthem -first off, I am sorry because Ayn Rand sucks and makes me want to poke mt eyes out with a pointy stick - it is much better in play form. Though surely I am biased because my awesome brother is the lead, Equality 7-2521 (insert big ol' Ayn Rand directed eye-roll here).
The play/novella is all about the horrors of socialism, the supremacy of the individual and blahblahblahblahkillmenow. It is not that I necessarily disagree with Ayn on these points or anything, but shit woman, you lay it on a little thick. And melodramatic much, gag. But Mark was great. though he had a kissing scene which made me go looking for my pointy stick.
Well, I have to finish up this post because my fingers have gone blue from exposure. We really, really need to get the insulation put in. Brrrr.
So, my bro, who is extra-plus handsome, has been elected to homecoming court and might possibly be elected homecoming king! Is that cool or what? I mean, who'd a thought that geeky kid who's ass I long ago wiped could be crowned The Most Popular of Populars! I am so proud.
I also have to say that high school sure has changed, because while I think Mark is wicked awesome and cool, he is a quirky kinda cool for sure. He is making no touch downs and dating no cheerleaders. He is in drama and dressed exclusively from thrift stores (and I mean exclusively, the skinny bastard). My point being he is not the kid you would first think to be homecoming king, but he just might be. So there you go.
worst best part is that he had to choose a "woman who inspired him" to escort him to the game and I am that woman. Meaning, I will have to stand up in front of hundreds of high schoolers, parents, rabid basketball falls and possibly walk around or something. Mark has been very vague as to what my duties are as "inspiring woman" so I am just going to show up in a skirt and hope for the best.
Don't get me wrong, I am extremely flattered that he chose me, but I have never been any closer than the "band section" of a homecoming court and it leaves me mighty nervous. Please, gods of gracefulness, don't let me fall on my face.
I have two pairs of shoes waiting on my porch at home (replacements for the boots that didn't work out). AND I got a package today at work filled with PMC supplies and I am planning some crafty goodness tonight. There is a little tiny kiln in there, I am really hoping I don't burn down the house or catch a pug on fire.
Pretty cute, eh? The kid ain't bad either.
And on a totally unrelated note, I found a dead red-sided garter snake in the back yard when I stopped by the house to meet the insulation guy at lunch. I was immediately worried that the dogs might try to eat it or killed it and gotten bitten by it earlier, so I googled native snakes and found this. I guess one dead snake isn't so bad.
I think it must of gotten caught in the snow this morning as it wasn't mangled as half-eaten by pugs would be. In fact, when I let the dogs out they didn't even notice it. That's right! My dogs have all the instincts bred right out of them! Anyhoo, I picked it up with a stick and put it on the other side of the fence. I didn't throw it away because I wouldn't want Timmy to miss the opportunity of looking/poking at a dead snake. YEE-HAW!
We are going to just sit on our butts and relax. However, this last weekend was not that weekend.
Friday night we went up to see Timmy's brand new nephew and visit with the Alexis and Nick. I have to say little Salvador is quite I looker with dark hair and dark eyes - I think he looks alot like his Uncle Timmy ( I will post some photos as soon as I develop the film - we forgot the digital camera and it like the freakin' dark ages!). I did not however get to hold the baby because I have been sick and though it better that I not. This also cleverly avoided ovary-ache.
I also demonstrated way too much about childbirth for a person who has never done it. Mainly I like to revel in the gory details of it all, but managed to hold my tongue and only asked if mom had to have an epistiotomy- which honestly is none of my business, but I couldn't help myself.
Just wait until I have a kid and everyone will get to hear about how I pooped on the delivery bed! I can't wait!
Speaking of adorable nephews, Jake was in town this weekend, you can check out a few pics on my flickr. That kid has gotten tall! Please note the rockin' pants I made Jake, I made a pair for Kate too, but Court will have to take a picture of them when they get there. I am proud of myself because they actually fit. Here's hoping they don't fall apart immediately!