Entries from April 2007

April 29, 2007

Acrylic Claimes a New Victim

Upon entering Threadbear to buy some Blue Sky Organic Cotton and explaining the reason for my purchase, Rob exclaims “He IS your son!”. 

medicated Gangles wrapped in only cotton bahkie in the house
FYI – Call ahead to see if cake or chocolate treats are on hand at TB, as hubby bounced into the store with the [...]

April 24, 2007

Weekend Goal – Childproofing 101

 
Guess what the G-man has been up to this week?

This week’s shopping list:  plug covers, toilet seat thingies, cupboard closure thingies, locks, etc.  This weekend’s knitting project?  Begin moving all knitting to bedroom behind a closed and locked door.

April 22, 2007

Has it Been 4 Hours Yet?

There is peace in the Garcia Household….Thank you Children’s Tylenol, Baby Orajel, Baby Motrin,Safari Jumpy, and 5 mile stroller walks with loud cars to muffle the wails. Yup, you guessed it…teething.  Watching the clock to see if it has been 4 hours for another shot of Tylenol is the highlight of the day.  Feeding is a [...]

April 15, 2007

Coming to a Mall Near You

That’s right, not only has Michigan totally ticked me off with this weather it has now forced us to become what we swore we would never do…mall walk.  Yeah, I’m one of those dorkheads in the coordinating jogging suit pushing a stroller with one hand and a some beverage from a food court (that’s right… [...]

April 2, 2007

Late Harlot = Happy Me

So you may have read amongst other bloggers that the Harlot had a very late arrival to Ann Arbor resulting in a crapload of knitters crammed in a tight space waiting for hours.  It was stuffy, hot, and personal space was invaded tenfold.  It was magnificent!  In my mushed brains, I equated each minute Stephanie [...]

April 1, 2007

Ode to a Muse

Happy 10th (70th in dog years) Big Red

Found on April 1st in a garbage dumpster during work and brought home with thoughts of “what the heck am I going to do with this guinea pig looking rat?”

Dad (working on my backyard fence):  “What do you have in your hand?”
Me:  “Ummm, a dog.”
Dad:  “That has to [...]