Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Another Gobble, Gobble
So while my fruitcake bakes, I'd like to say Happy Thanksgiving to all my American friends who leave way too little time between Christmas and Thansgiving turkeys. You should really consider an October one next year. By Christmas you are ready for the next turkey.
My hair turned out great, thank you. Softly curled and shoulder length. So easy to manage. And as always, it feels so good to run your fingers through when you have recently been to a hairdresser. Their products seem to work so much better in their salons.
Tomorrow I am going shopping for my OT Secret Santa partner. Hope I find the perfect gift. I am so winding my holiday spirit up!
My hair turned out great, thank you. Softly curled and shoulder length. So easy to manage. And as always, it feels so good to run your fingers through when you have recently been to a hairdresser. Their products seem to work so much better in their salons.
Tomorrow I am going shopping for my OT Secret Santa partner. Hope I find the perfect gift. I am so winding my holiday spirit up!
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Graduations
Oldest daughter graduates high school this year, and the search is already on for THE dress. She asked me to look on e-bay for the ones that have store quantities and see what was there, and she really likes this dress (in a lovely burgandy colour):
and I was wondering, while the feedback reports seem really good on this seller, do you have any advice or suggestions? We have time, and a couple of her friends have expressed interest in this route as well, so if we do this, we may have to order a few dresses, and would likely do them all at the same time.
The little cat is due to arrive next week, and it looks like his name is going to be Miles. DD thought Milo, but one of her friends had used that name and she didn't want to copy, so she adjusted to Miles. Of course younger DD insists that she doesn't like that name and will call him Smiles. I'm sure all names will be better than what I call him when he starts his scratching phase, as he seems to be just the right age to be trouble.
And now I am off to get my hair cut and permed. I am tired of hanging hair, and when I got an appointment with the hair dresser for my birthday, I decided to take advantage of it.
and I was wondering, while the feedback reports seem really good on this seller, do you have any advice or suggestions? We have time, and a couple of her friends have expressed interest in this route as well, so if we do this, we may have to order a few dresses, and would likely do them all at the same time. The little cat is due to arrive next week, and it looks like his name is going to be Miles. DD thought Milo, but one of her friends had used that name and she didn't want to copy, so she adjusted to Miles. Of course younger DD insists that she doesn't like that name and will call him Smiles. I'm sure all names will be better than what I call him when he starts his scratching phase, as he seems to be just the right age to be trouble.
And now I am off to get my hair cut and permed. I am tired of hanging hair, and when I got an appointment with the hair dresser for my birthday, I decided to take advantage of it.
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Reflections
So I was just sitting here thinking about turning another year older today, and remembering childhood and comparing mine to my own children....
When I was young, my folks moved my grandma into the house across the street from us to help take care of her and give her an easier life-Grandma had been living in a small town a couple hours away in a house which had an outhouse, a wood stove for heat and water that came from the community well. And it wasn't that she was the only one still living like that, far from it. Then on weekends my family would go to a relative's farm a half hour out of town. Dad would help in season with chores, like stacking bales, which were much smaller than the big round bales so prevelant now. I would run wild with my cousins, and it was there I learned how to shoot, milk a cow, and ride a manure sledge hauled by horses out to shovel off, among other things. If we got too tired of the outside, we could always listen in on the party line telephone to what was going on in the neighbourhood. Talk about instant communication-the internet had nothing on a partyline.
Now I look at my girls and notice very little "roughing it" as a regular thing. Even the type of campgrounds we stay at have full services and showers - no outhouses. A fire is an evening treat when camping, not a way to heat the house, so no cold mornings getting the stove going and running back to hide under the covers until the place began to warm up. My girls have never known life without a computer. As for music, well, a reference to LPs was confusing until I explained about vinyl records.
What will it be like for them when they reach my age and begin to look back at what has changed over time? When I attended business college, we still had a section on punch cards - a great labour saving device "do not fold, staple or mutilate". Now business college teaches high tech office machines that are only becoming more intricate all the time.
Oh well. Time flies and fruit flies love a banana, I suppose. Tonight the kids are buying and bringing supper home, so I am not cooking (bet it will be chinese, as they know how much I love egg rolls). So time to get back to the future and stop remembering the past.
When I was young, my folks moved my grandma into the house across the street from us to help take care of her and give her an easier life-Grandma had been living in a small town a couple hours away in a house which had an outhouse, a wood stove for heat and water that came from the community well. And it wasn't that she was the only one still living like that, far from it. Then on weekends my family would go to a relative's farm a half hour out of town. Dad would help in season with chores, like stacking bales, which were much smaller than the big round bales so prevelant now. I would run wild with my cousins, and it was there I learned how to shoot, milk a cow, and ride a manure sledge hauled by horses out to shovel off, among other things. If we got too tired of the outside, we could always listen in on the party line telephone to what was going on in the neighbourhood. Talk about instant communication-the internet had nothing on a partyline.
Now I look at my girls and notice very little "roughing it" as a regular thing. Even the type of campgrounds we stay at have full services and showers - no outhouses. A fire is an evening treat when camping, not a way to heat the house, so no cold mornings getting the stove going and running back to hide under the covers until the place began to warm up. My girls have never known life without a computer. As for music, well, a reference to LPs was confusing until I explained about vinyl records.
What will it be like for them when they reach my age and begin to look back at what has changed over time? When I attended business college, we still had a section on punch cards - a great labour saving device "do not fold, staple or mutilate". Now business college teaches high tech office machines that are only becoming more intricate all the time.
Oh well. Time flies and fruit flies love a banana, I suppose. Tonight the kids are buying and bringing supper home, so I am not cooking (bet it will be chinese, as they know how much I love egg rolls). So time to get back to the future and stop remembering the past.
