Mid-Ohio Quilter: All Sewn Up Giveaway.#links

Mid-Ohio Quilter: All Sewn Up Giveaway.#links

Link to the giveaway!

Great giveaway

There is a giveaway at the Mid-Ohio Quilters blog. She has one of four things you can "win" and you get an extra chance if you blog it! So here I go. Wish me luck! Her site is great! http://midohioknitter.blogspot.com/

Walter thinks I am a good mom

A few days ago Walt called and we had a really long conversation.

Fade to black... Background info about his current girlfriend (Jodi, guessing at the spelling). She is 30 and has a 9 year old daughter. She works at a Chili's in Houston. One of the managers of the location where she works was killed a few weeks ago in the parking lot by a pissed off customer (another black cloud thing). That doesn't have so much to do with this story but thought I would point out the black cloud.

House lights up... So Walt and I had this long conversation about life. He told me he was getting old. I said "you should see life through these eyes." I don't think he got what I was saying. Anyway, I asked him why he thought he was old and he said he had been out to lunch and saw a bunch of girls with VERY short shorts and skimpy tops. He said a few years ago that would have "turned him on" but all he could think of now was "does your mother know you are dressed like that?"

We talked about how when he was in high school he did pretty much what he wanted and I never really set a curfew for what time he had to be home as long as he told me where he was going to be and when he would be home. He said he couldn't remeber the last time we argued (well I can, it was about 6 months ago). Anyway at the end of the conversation he told me that I was a good mom and he loved me.

I always thought that he would figure that out.

Change of Plans

Well, Lynn decided that we didn't need to risk going to Port Aransas after all. He was afraid we would get there and then have to turn around and evacuate. So here is the current location of the hurricane.

On Monday the computer model had it hitting Corpus Christi (or between CC and Port Aransas) and now it looks like it might hit Port O'Connor. Each time they update the projected target is diffrent but still too close to where we would have been. At any rate it is best that we changed our plans. We will go on September 25 now. Maybe we will get to see all the junk that washes up and help clean the beach.

Port Aransas and Hurricane Ike

Well, we have planed a trip to Port Aransas for 2 months now (leaving Wednesday). Lynn is dying to get away and I am happy to be somewhere with him. However, it seems that Ike is headed right to our destination. That doesn't matter to him but I am a bit worried. I said we should fill up with gas when we get there in case we have to evacuate (if that happens it will cut our vacation short by about 3 days). The computer generated models seem to point the eye of the storm between Corpus Christi and Galveston. Well, maybe everything will be just fine. I hope so anyway. When we get home I am sure I will have tons of pictures to post.

Marching Season

Well, I don't have a kid in marching band anymore but I dearly love marching season. There is a high school about 2 miles away and when the wind blows just right you can hear the drums. I will always be a "band mom." Walt (the black cloud kid) was in the band through high school. So far I think I am most proud of that. Sure I am proud that he FINALLY graduated from college and he has a great job but the band thing was his first real struggle and he stuck with it. I could go on for days about why I think the band gave him the resources he needed to get through life up to this point but that would be boring to anyone except me. Instead here is the second most boring thing (to anyone except me)... Pictures from marching band.

Jorge the rat

I didn't start this blog unlit mid 2008 so I am going to catch up on things I wish I could have blogged about sooner.

Around Thanksgiving, 2007, we noticed that we had a rat(s) sharing our home. Started out with sounds in the wall and then little "calling cards" left around in various places. We have always had a problem with either mice or rats because we live in what used to be a rural area that has now become very urban with new homes popping up every day. We also have a wooded area and a large field across from our home.

Late one night I am sitting at the computer and I see something out of the corner of my eye. I quickly glanced over to the spot where I thought I saw something and of course there was nothing there. This happened several times before I actually saw the rat eating the dog food. The stinker would grab a piece of food and run away. So we put out traps. One day I asked "still no Jorge?" (Yes I named the rat) and Lynn said NOPE NOT YET. No takers on the peanut butter lathered traps. Not being one to give up on a plan, I kept setting the traps and never caught one of the little buggers. Finally we decide to put out poison (the last resort, I didn't want a rat dying in the wall).

Fast forward to Christmas Eve. A dear friend of mine came over to drop off a gift (with her son). I am sitting with my friend and her son. Lynn is in the kitchen with Walter. All of a sudden I hear this loud bang and Lynn disappeared behind the kitchen island. I had sort of an idea of what was going on but was afraid to ask. My friend looked at me, I looked at her with this sort of look that says "well I am not really sure that just happened." I cleared my throat and said "Lynn did you kill Jorge?" He stood up with a cast iron skillet in one hand and my kitchen rug in the other and said "yes and can these be washed?" Oh the mortification! My friend asked if she needed to leave (I can only imagine what she was thinking). I just said everything was OK and kept on with whatever we were talking about. ACK. Well I haven't heard from her since then.
I am sure she is just busy with work stuff.