Sunday, April 26, 2009

Plans Gone Awry

The "winter that refuses to go away" has become the number one topic of conversation in the office, in the grocery store, at the gym and pretty much anywhere I go. When there was a break in the weather early in the week and it actually warmed up into the low 70s, the excitement that winter might finally leave us was palpable.

When the onion starts arrived in the mail this week the possibility of spring seemed a real possibility, not just a dream. Gardening was actually going to happen at our house this weekend after the long winter wait.



Or not.....

Friday night------------



Saturday morning we saw two inches of snow on the ground but by mid-afternoon it had all melted and temperatures were in the mid-40s. We Wyomingites (even those of us who were transplanted) are a resilient breed and Dean decided since the garden was too wet to work in, on Sunday he'd paint one of the kitchen walls instead. Note that I said "one" wall. There's no getting carried away at our house. Yes, sadly, nearly 16 months after our kitchen remodeling was completed there is only one stained doorway and no new paint on any walls. I accept no responsibility since I am forbidden to touch any staining or painting materials. Painting has to wait until it's warm enough to open doors and windows to dissipate the paint smell (so I've been told) and Sunday that was going to happen. That was the plan anyway.



Yesterday he purchased the paint.



This morning we woke up to this:





There will be no painting or staining today. If you're sick of seeing snow photos on this blog, I'm even sicker of all the opportunities I've had to post them.

On the bright side the grandkids have been entertaining this week. Pierce discovered a dress-up "stole" Abby sent back and fell in love with it.



Yesterday we took the girls to see the movie Earth

We loaded up with popcorn, drinks and Starburst and settled in. Myra is so small that when she sat in the theatre seat the front of the seat would fold up so her knees were nearly touching her nose. Consequently she watched the movie from my lap. I kept a close watch each time she reached for her drink and when she spilled it on herself near the end of the movie she did it so smoothly that I didn't even notice until she told me her shirt was wet. I thought for a moment she would be watching the rest of the movie in her underwear but she was satisfied with just holding her shirt away from her chest.

I don't think the panoramic views of breathtaking waterfalls or desert landscapes were their favorite parts but I did hear alot of whispered questions and answers about animals from Dean and Emerson. Myra asked me several times "is it over?" "is it almost over?" and finally, "this is a really long movie." On the way home as we asked them how they liked the movie and which animals they liked best the responses included: "Elephants" (Myra), "Pandas" (Emerson) although there were no Pandas in this movie, and Emerson said, "I saw this movie already" even though it had only been released three days earlier. I think they enjoyed "Earth" but next time I think we'll choose a Pixar movie.◦
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Sunday, April 19, 2009

Birthdays and Buttons

We spent last weekend in Lincoln with Abby helping her celebrate her birthday. She has reached the ripe old age of 28 and I'm beginning to understand what my dad means when he tells me he feels older on his kids' birthdays than he does on his own.



(If you zoom into the picture you can see the cool little icing insects)


While we were in Lincoln we spent most of Saturday at an auction. Abby and I were checking out the treasures on one of the many tables when I heard the auctioneer call out, "buttons". Leslie loves to collect any and all things vintage and buttons are one of her favorites. So I immediately raised my hand straight and high in the air so there would be no doubt that I was interested in said buttons. I was so excited I forgot to lower my arm once I got the nod from the auctioneer. I just stood there, arm straight and tall as the auctioneer continued to ask for bids. All I could see were heads in front of me so I had no idea how many jars of vintage buttons I was bidding on. The auctioneer was calling for bids, my heart rate was increasing and I was thinking "how high should I bid, how high should I bid, when I heard, "sold for a buck fifty!". Inwardly gloating about my great auction deal and imagining how excited Leslie was going to be, I reached out to take the yellow plastic grocery bag held out to me. "That's weird", I thought. "Why are these buttons just thrown in a bag?"

I did buy approximately 20 vintage buttons. Turns out they just weren't quite what I'd anticipated.










Yes, Trinity. One will be winging it's way to you soon.◦
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Sunday, April 5, 2009

The Globe Is Not Warming Here

It was another spring weekend in Wyoming....


Lily was forced to find an alternative place to nap since there was no sun to warm her basket.....



There was nothing to do but shovel (that would be Dean), finish another block for Myra's nursery rhyme quilt



and bake....



If anybody out there is actually reading this, please send sunshine and warm air our way. Dean's arms are beginning to look like sticks and I swear his nose is turning orange and has grown long and pointy.....◦
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