Loser

I'm a loser.

No, not like a loser loser. But a loser of things.
I misplace things, I shift piles around, I drop stuff and don't notice.

But I don't lose big important things.

Until now.

I am sick with the fact that I cannot find our camera. I just know I had it for my sister in law's shower. I swear I took a picture of Papa trying on his Elvis suit to see how it fit. But do you think I can find the sucker? Nope.

I called the SIL and her parents have checked the house, I have basically torn my car and house apart looking for it, I even called my sister to see if I left it in the rental car she had.

No dice.

I'm just so frustrated because I lose little frustration things . . . Where did that pen go? I just had that shopping list! The biggest and baddest thing I've ever lost is my social security card, but $14 and a trip to a fancy office building will get you a new one of those.

I'm about to cry just thinking about it . . . so I'd better stop that for a while.

My last little shred of hope is that I did actually bring it to the 4th of July, and then left it at Mimi's house. I'm also still hoping maybe Alaina found it and tucked it somewhere. We'll see if it turns up.

Peanut Butter

2nd blog today . .

What is it about some things that you have to have the brand name? There are a few things that I am snobby about when it comes to brand names,

- Eileen's cookies are the best cookies in the world (other than those made by grandmothers)
- When cooking anything requiring soup, it must be Campbells nothing else tastes quite as good

And my most recent discovery is Peanut Butter. I am a peanut butter snob.
It started at Mimi and Papa's house.

I was craving something to eat and I saw a jar of Natural Smuckers Peanut Butter.

It tasted okay.

So when I got home to my house I was craving more peanut butter, so I grabbed the first jar of peanut butter and spread it on bread.

munch munch munch . . .

EEEWWWWW!

What is this???? Gross!! Generic Brand Peanut Butter.

I ate the whole piece of nastiness dispite the revolting taste and looked in the cupboard again.

Hey another jar! Peter Pan? Who bought this? Oh, well I'll try it ..


crunch crunch crunch (I toasted the bread this time)

Still tastes a bit funny. . . .

Two days later I spot Another Jar of Peanut Butter hiding in the back of the pantry. This time I strike gold! Creamy, peanutty JIF!

Crunch crunch crunch . . . and this one is just right!

Since the 4th of July, I have eaten 14 pieces of peanut butter toast ( 2 of which were actually part of a peanut butter and banana sandwich . . . thank you, thank you very much)

And I'm still hungry for more!! But only JIF will calm the nutty monster within!

Anybody want a peanut?

What we learn today . . .

Does anyone remember that Laura Engall Wilder had to memorize the last half of our nations history for her semester project? Do you think that there are many people this day and age who can remember even the names of all of the presidents?

My husband, who was home schooled is appalled at what I learned in history classes during my public school education. "What do you mean you don't know much about the assasination at Serajevo? How can you not be able to give me a general outline of the Versaille Treaty?"

And heaven forbid I ask him to explain something from a historical war.



Holy (pause for emphasis) cow.



Now I'm not saying that our public education system is a bad thing, but, then again, I am. Can they take a little fo the blame for our lack of desire to seek more knowledge about history? I love history, and while I may not be able to give you dates, names and figures, I have enough knowledge to not flounder by saying silly things like the pilgrims were the first travelers who arrived at North America and that Native American tribes stayed in nice little tracts of land called reservations.



Our kids these days instead fill their heads with the names of every character known to man on TV, they know the cheater codes for all their games and what buttons to push to make their interactive puppy chase its own tail. Is this bad? I would love to say that we should start making cartoons about historical events, but they've tried that and given us such wonderful movies as Pocahontas and . . . . well maybe that was it.



What can we do to get our kids more involved with history? I hope I can instill in my daughter the thought that history is cool and she should learn as much about it as she can.



And when she wins Jeopardy, I hope she shares her winnings.

Not quite Wordless Wednesday

Costume pattern on sale $1

White polyester $27

Wig $13

Seeing royalty raised from the dead . . . . . priceless

And Marilyn was there too . . . . (guess who?)

Permanent mistake . . .

Yesterday I took a quick trip to the store leaving Jeff and Alaina home to their own devices.

And when I came home it was to see that while I had been out, our little artist had created a masterpiece for us.

On the couch . . .

and the end table . . .

the phone and tv remote . . .

and several of her toys . . .

and herself

Using a black sharpie.

Oh and did I mention the white carpet too?

Jeff is still mystified how she managed to do so much damage, when she was walking in and out of the kitchen babbling to him as he did the dishes the whole time I was gone.

However I get to share the blame because the rogue marker was apparently left in reachable view by yours truly last week. We managed to clean it completely off all of the surfaces except the carpet.

That particulary tough spot has a date with me and a bleach pen at a later date.

Lesson learned . . . my daughter does not look cute with two black dots on her lips and scribbled on hands.

Had to be done.

They were screaming at me.

There they sat under my desk, yelling as loud as can be . . . Fix Me!

So I did.

I finally yanked off my black pumps and took a sharpie to the nicks and scratches that couldn't be ignored. I am no fashion plate and I am rather proud of that fact.
I have worn the same pair of shoes everyday for two years. I don't like having to trudge through snow in high heels and walk through puddles, and if I want to take a quick couple of laps around the building for a little exercise, I don't want to do in in pumps.

So there they sit, every evening, every weekend. Alone.

But to make this fashion crime even worse, no shoe polish will ever touch these babies, Nope! Not even a swipe with one of those handy shine sponges. They get sharpie marker touch-ups.

So does this make me thrifty? Or just cheap?

Is there even a difference?

Need a nap . . .

I'm feeling very tired . . .

I'm not getting any less sleep, but I'm having trouble shaking that tired look. My pep has gone into hibernation, and I'm not sure how to get it out.

Meanwhile, there is still the big fourth of July sewing project to get finished, I've put it off long enough, Elvis needs his pizazz and he needs it now.

And then, maybe, Marilyn can come too.

I enjoyed reading OM's blog about making new friends. Its hard for the mommies of the world, because we know what its like to be busy and have a friend call to hang out when you just don't have the time. No one want to have to tell their good friends they can't hang out.

OM, maybe if you and I meet half way, we could have coffee in Gretna sometime and walk the outlet malls? ; )