Sunday, December 30, 2012

Hey There Cupcake

It's finished, my latest dish cloth.....
 
 
I'm doing a blanket stitch border around the edge to finish it, but that will only take an hour or so and then I can give it to Cyndi.
 I think it's as cute as can be.
 
I've been trying to think of something special we can give the Primary kids when they get baptized from the Presidency and I realized we had a big supply of white pillowcases leftover from another activity and I am thinking of embroidering one for each of the kids who will be turning 8 this year. We'll see if my crafting ADHD hits before that. :)
 

Saturday, December 29, 2012

Things I do while Sitting on my Tush

 
 
  
They're predicting 5 inches of snow today.
So far, we have seen a fair amount of the white stuff, but nothing that sticks.
I hate to drive in it, but I love the way snow looks on the branches as the sky is a flurry of wind and white.
 
We went out for pizza and frozen yogurt and are enjoying it in our warm house while we continue our marathon of this show:
 








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Season 1 is on Netflix and we subscribed to Hulu plus for the month of January only so we can watch Season 2 together.
I'm also going to catch up on Downton Abbey and see that final episode of Mad Men that I missed while we were moving.
I suppose I should fit in a walk or two in order to offset the hours of butt sitting, eh?
 
While I watch, I'm embroidering. It's my new favorite craft, it doesn't put as much stress on my throbbing from arthritis hands as knitting and crochet do. I'm getting better at it, and I love that anything I can sketch, I can stitch.
Emma and Roe got pillowcases for Christmas:



 
 
I made another flour sack cloth, too.
 
I'm working on a new one, for my friend Cyndi. She's been through a lot in recent months and I think it will bring a smile to her face.
 
It's only halfway done, but turning out oh so cute.
 
Just a few more days and the holiday break is over. I think we've had a really nice one and in spite of my getting the plague we were able to just be together as a family and not spread ourselves too thin. I've been able to just spend long days with my husband and my children and I've been able to think about how things went this past year and about the things I want to change next year.
There are some relationships I need to work on, relationships I want to do some repair work on and some I want to more fully let go of.
Perhaps I'll leave the mulling about all of that for the traditional New Year's navel gaze post.
 
 

Thursday, December 27, 2012

Holiday Photo Dump

I'm just going to post a bunch of  pictures today.

 
(Sorry they are small, but I'm just getting the post up so I can get back to the holiday-ing)
 
Our holiday high points:
Kids home. Best feeling ever.
Back injections.
Matt throwing me a surprise birthday get together.
Great food, presents and just being us.
Me getting so sick I couldn't do anything for three whole days.
Chinese on Christmas Day in a small dive that had no heat.
A white elephant sibling gift exchange that had us all rolling on the floor laughing.
Wil Wheaton youtube shows.
Dozens of board games, old an new.
A nativity play put on my the kids that went too far and resulted in a very special Olson Family Meeting where we talked about the balance between having fun and sacrilege.
Nothing out of the ordinary for the Olson Bunch.
I wouldn't have it any other way.
 
 





 



















I hope you holiday was as fun and wacky as the one we had here.
 
 

Thursday, December 20, 2012

Home


Parker is here.
 It's only for a week, but it will be a happy week.
I wish he'd just move out here with us, I miss him so much and wish he could be a part of all of the many good experiences we aer having here.
For today, I'll just focus on the fact that he is home now and we all love him so.
 
 
We taught him how to play Munchkin.
I think he's a new fan, he wanted to play a second game as soon as we finished the first.
 
Zane got a chicken on his head.
 
 
Olson House Rules dictate that one of the side goals is for someone to put a chicken on Zane's head because it's his least favorite thing in Munchkin.
 
 
Have you ever played Munchkin?
It's fun. Your family will love it once they surrender to the randomness of it. 
If you're still looking for a Christmas Present for the nerd in your life, get them this game and play it with them.
:)


Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Oh Christmas Dog, Oh Christmas Dog....

 
Hug those kids tight.
Look to whatever it is that brings you comfort and be good to people.
 
 
I don't know what will fix the big problem, I can barely fix the small problems in my own little house. I just know that you never regret being loving to someone- you may regret investing so much in them, in having them throw things in your face and in giving so much that you resented the relationship- you can regret a lot of relationship choices- but the times when you just loved them-- always good.
If they aren't - fix this in your heart. You don't have to let them in your life and take their crap, but find the love that was there and make it the part of that relationship you choose to remember as you go look at your life.
Hurting is okay, crying is okay, boundaries are okay- all of those things are necessary- but leave room for the part that was about love in the relationship.
People might be sick of hearing 'love one another' as the answer to this kind of problem,  and I don't think it is the answer.
I just know it is something that I can do in my home.
 
I have no answers, no blame, just sadness and my own little world in the white house down the street from the deli.
 
I have thought about making a post with my feelings on the whole pants at church thing on Sunday, but nothing I post is going to change how anyone sees it. You'll either agree with me or think I'm ignorant. I think my feelings about this issue are for me and for my family. 
I just can't give any more energy to one more ugly thing.
 
 
 
Di you know that my kids are all coming home this week?
I know!!
I can't stop looking at the calendar to see how many more sleeps until my house is filled with the noise of my 7 beasties again. It has been the hardest part of moving here, not being close to all of our children all of the time.
 
(Check it out- new Silpat to bake on, no more recycling parchment paper, the cookies turned out pretty, but they were about as tasty as cardboard)
 
I'm making all of the holiday treats again, since we kind of devoured them once already this season.
 
I spent yesterday in the dentist, and tomorrow will be spent at the back doctor, getting injections again. Winter is such crap on my joints. Zane has to get a physical for school this week, otherwise they won't allow him to return to school after Christmas Break. I have a 2+ hour appointment to fix my broken tooth on New year's Eve.  In the next 2 weeks we will be making 6 trips to the airport and about 60 hours of travel time will be clocked in by the kids using airplanes, cars and the train. No boats, but I am sure we'll go into the city and use the ferry at least once next week. 
 
The blogging will continue to suffer, but- have no fear- I signed up to do the LOAD challenge again in February- so there will be a scrapbooking layout every day for at least a week until I drop out.
 No, I never learn my lesson.
 
The kitchen calls, so I will leave you with another installment of thrift store treasure hunting.
 
 
Math is hard.
 
 
 
When I saw this,I smiled because it was a Cabbage Patch Doll Figurine, but now when I look at it, I think I need to wash my eyes out and talk to the Bishop.
 
 
Why are you so sad, Ghost Dog in a sack?
 
 
Nobody loves you, Ziggy.
Nobody has loved you since 1985.
 
 
Rollerbalde Canteen, you complete me.
 
 
Is it the world's smallest violin or the world's creepiest clown?
 
 
 
Please tell me that there is an electricity arc when Phyliss Dyller Angel is plugged in.
 
 
I'm not glad they happened to each other.
They make terrible babies.
 
 
Christmas Dog's fur coat was brought to you possibly by a series of unfortunate events involving a ball and busy street. Merry Christmas.
 
 
 
 
 
 

Thursday, December 13, 2012

It Made Sense at the Time

 
 
My life....
In our house there are a lot of stairs. People build 'up' because there is no room to build 'out' here.  However, our house has both 'up' and 'out' additions and each addition has stairs. The family room has two steps  going down from the breakfast nook.
It's cute.
It's also going to be the death of me.
 
This morning I tripped up (yes, up)  those stairs for the 50th time and broke my toe for the 3rd time since moving into this house.
It's happens so often that I don't even cry or swear anymore.
I guess that's progress, but not enough to get me to actually look where I'm going or wear my glasses.
 
Classy bathroom picture, Yo
 
I also have some lovely sleep issues. Matt says some people go to sleep, others  crash into it. I am a crasher.  I haven't ever had any success at just laying down and drifting into slumberland. I've seen doctors and therapists here and there and one of the issues that kept coming up was that I have severe night terrors.
 I have always had really bad dreams, ever since I was small. My Grandma told me that if I slept with a knife under my pillow, I'd feel safe. I was probably 6 years old when she told me this, and I had no idea she was meaning to have an actual sharp, stab  the intruder knife under your pillow. I thought it was just some Southern voodoo. She also told me to bury chicken bones in the back yard of I wanted to have good dreams, but everyone knows I hate touching food.
It probably worked like any crows feather at the time.
 I slept with a butter knife under my pillow until I was in my 20's.
One day a friend came over to help me organize my bedroom and asked me why I had a butter knife under my pillow.
Oh....because I'm crazy.
I stopped doing it, it didn't actually work when I was older, it was just a habit.
About 2 years ago a doctor prescribed me medication to help me stay asleep. It's worked really well, but one of the side effects is that if I do not go to bed after I take it, it won't make me sleepy- just bonkers. Fun bonkers, but bonkers all the same.
The bonus of the bonkers is that the next day- I have no memory of what happened.
I have friends who have taken the same medicine and we swap stories and laugh and ask ourselves if we really need sleep THAT much. (For me, the answer is yes. The side effects are weird, but sleeping through the night has done more for my health than anything I have ever done.)
The summer before last we took a road trip to see Mount Rushmore. I was new to the medication and unaware of how nutty it made me. We were all settled into the camper for the evening and it was really warm. Being the helicopter mom that I am and not being able to let anyone be one degree too warm or too cold, I called Jane and Roe over and started to cut the sleeves off their flannel pajamas.
(In my defense it was really warm and we'd packed Christmas Pajamas.) 
 I cut the pants into shorts on Jane's. I got to Romy and said "Those pajamas are perfectly fine! Go to bed."
It looked like The Incredible Hulk had been their designer, ragged, hacked off sleeves and shorts.
Then I laid down and was fast asleep in about 10 seconds.
The next morning I saw the kids with their pj's cut off and said "Why did you ruin your pajamas? I didn't bring extra pairs for you!"
 
I was stunned that they would just destroy their pj's like that.
When they told me I did it, I looked to Matt and he nodded and said "you don't remember that at all?"
I didn't.
 
They all died laughing. That explained why I also decided that Romy's pants were 'perfectly fine.'
I laughed, too and I still don't actually remember doing it, but the kids make sure to remind ome of how goofy it was every change they get.
It is pretty funny, it' a good thing I have such weird kids who are patient with me and not easily disturbed by wacky things.
I shot Matt in the face with a confetti gun last year on Christmas eve.
I woke up and asked why there was confetti everywhere and said I didn't think that was very fun for me to have to clean up on Christmas morning.
 Matt very nicely said "you're lucky I didn't kill you, Sweetie. You were so obnoxious last night. The fact that you're not locked in a box proves that I really love you."
 
Sorry babe. I slept like a brick that night if it helps.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
We have an agreement that I always tell him on nights when I take medicine to sleep. I don't take it every night, and on nights that I skip, I do have night terrors and bad dreams that cause me to cry out  and wake up over and over again all night, completely shaken. Like I said, sleeping and not having the bad dreams is worth the occasional embarrassing story.
 
I don't have the memory loss as bad as I use to. I forget most anything that was said or read to me, but my memory can be jogged and I usually remember after someone reminds me.
Sometimes, my life reminds me.
 
Today, I tripped up those stupid stairs while racing to grab a tissue.
 
I will be carrying tissues with me 24/7 for the next week or two because of something I did last night after taking my sleeping medicine.
My nose itched. I remember that part clearly.
My nose itched and I went to the bathroom to deal with it and somehow, in my altered state, I decided that it itched because there was hair in my nose.
 
I'm no Sasquatch. I'm even abnormally fur free. No need for back waxing, mustche bleaching or ear trimming here.
But sleep medicine Chris didn't see it that way.
Good Lordie.... I tweezed almost every hair out of my nose last night.
 
Brilliant, aabsolutely brilliant.
 
Yeah- you have hair in your nose for a reason, Genius.
  God has this whole 'master design' thing going on and even though some things make no sense at all...(Hello, WHY did I get stick straight hair in the front and 80's Spiral perm hair in the back of my head and why does Roe have the same thing?) Nose hairs are not one of the great mysteries of creation.
 
(does not belong in your bathroom)
 
 
I am stunned that I did that. I remember doing it now, very clearly and I would shake my head and laugh, except when I shake my head, my nose starts to drip and I sneeze.
 
So, now- along with scissors, my laptop, phone and car keys- I guess we will be hiding the tweezers on nights when I take sleeping medicine.
 
Maybe Matt had it right when he suggested we just lock me up in a box.
 
My nose still itches.