I set up this page about 3 hours
ago and since then, the day has set up to conspire against me ever writing
anything on it. First, the plumbers showed up about the mystery water
sound between the under-the-kitchen-sink area and the outside-shut-off-the-water
area on the other side of the wall. They arrived, listened to the sound,
looked puzzled and said they couldn't really do anything until some water
started showing up somewhere (it's been about 2 weeks), otherwise, they'd be
tearing apart walls blindly. So the noise is still there, but the shower
is fixed in the main bathroom, which is a good thing.
Dylan is home sick with a bug of
some kind. He was sent home...
And that is as far as I got THAT
day. So Dylan was sent home early on Thursday because he has a FEVER.
One of my pet peeves is people who say, "Do I have a temperature?" or "He has a
temperature, I think we should send him home." Where that speak came from
I can't imagine. I mean, we ALL have a temperature. EVERYthing has a
temperature. The question is whether or not one has a FEVER. Say
whatcha mean, dammit.
So he had a slight FEVER and felt
lousy and was a little coughy. On Friday, the fever was a little higher
and he had some good sniffles going on. He slept a good deal and seemed to
be fending it off well, or at least letting it run its course. The fever
broke around 5am Saturday morning. We were up together from about 2am on.
He's still raspy with a bit of a cough and tired more so than usual, but he's
not had a fever again and even though he's a bit slow, he's getting up to par
He and Delena both had a fierce
stomach virus and fever back in September and ended up missing 5 days of school
each. It wasn't negotiable. They were both really sick and there was
no way they could have gone. Of course, they are only allowed 10 days of
school missed in a year, so there went half in one fell swoop less than a month
into the year. Now he's missed two more days, so I'm going to have to push
him out the door tomorrow even if he's only running at about 70%.
To add to that, Delena has been
punky all day. She's had a slight fever and is just bagging around, so I
know she's going to likely be out tomorrow. She missed another day at some
point, so I'm sure the attendance folk will be giving me a call.
[I am watching the TNT version of
"A Christmas Carol" with Patrick Stewart as Scrooge right now and I have to say,
it is very possibly the best I've ever seen. Absolutely marvelous.]
[Oh my! They remade "The
Goodbye Girl" with Jeff Daniels and Patricia Heaton. Must see this!]
Where was I? Oh, Delena.
If she didn't have the slight fever, I'd think she was faking me out (and I'm
listening to Dylan cough - he wasn't diggin the Sucrets I tried to push on him -
as I type this). My kids aren't sick very often, but when they do it, they
really go for it.
Christmas shopping is done.
Ran out of money before I ran out of Christmas spirit, but I'll put that spirit
to some other Christmas outlet. I've still got the cooking to do, some
candy and cookies and such. The big boys wait for that all year long.
:) I make divinity, peanut butter fudge, chocolate fudge, potato candy and
rice krispie candy. I made the popcorn balls, but the humidity kept them
all sticky. Delena and Valerie (Josh's girlfriend) baked the sugar cookies
and frosted a few, then got bored. Delena and her friend, Crista, worked
on a few more yesterday, BUT they were eating this horrible sour gooze candy at
the time and it funked up the cookies something fierce. There are still
some bald ones and I've got a bit of powdered sugar, so it's *on* and I'm going
to do it right.
["A Christmas Carol" is almost
over and ol' Patty Stewart is really going for it. I'm wholly impressed.
I'm sure TNT will air it a few hundred more times before Christmas and I totally
Each of the kids are getting a
nice gift and a few smaller ones. I got Joe and Sandra's (Joe is my son in
Canada and Sandra is his wunnerful wife) box mailed out on Saturday and the post
office is under the impression it will arrive on time. Had a couple of
other small packages to mail out as well. I was very excited to find that
Wal-Mart had their games on sale for only about $5 each, so I was able to get a
new Candy Land, new Chutes and Ladders, new Scrabble, new Clue and new dominoes
for all of the kids to share. This means I can toss their old games,
missing pieces and with broken boxes without guilt. I can integrate some
of the old pieces to make the games more interesting, but most will go bye-bye
in the dark of night. For all those who are pinching every Christmas penny
until it screams like a banshee, I would like to suggest second hand video game
shops (their Nintendo - original - and Genesis games are only a couple of bucks
most of the time and the Super Nintendo isn't much more expensive than that),
thrift stores (Lots of stuff that I can spruce up to look new - if you put WD-40
on Barbie hair, gently brush it and then let it air out for a few days, it
unfrizzes it a lot of the time. I swear, they should sell replacement
Barbie heads), pawn shops and (if you catch it in time) E-bay, Amazon
Marketplace and half.com. I can't remember the last time I bought
something at full price on the net.
It's almost impossible for me to
use my mother's methods, being to make wonderful Christmas gifts. For one
thing, I just don't have the Artsy Craftsy gene anywhere in me (I think my craft
gene misread its instructions and became the Craft gene) and I'm completely
helpless at creative stuff involving glue or anything of the like. I can
sew fairly well, but my sewing machine screwed up (the bottom tension would not
adjust) and when I went to the ol' internet for help, all I could find was a
whole slew of message board entries of people griping about this particular
model, which by all accounts, was only made for one year because it was made
without a lower tension adjustment and inevitably, the lower tension drifts
out of the proper setting, then you have a large, ugly paperweight. No way
can I get another one right now, so it's where? In my garage of misfit
crap. Not to mention that at any given moment, I have about 5000 people
around me asking what I'm doing and making sure I don't feel lonely or unloved.
[insert weak smile here] Nah, don't let me kid you. I wub dem.
The Dollar Tree and other dollar
stores are your friends, unless they are the fake dollar stores where all prices
start at a dollar. McFrugals, Pick and Save and other budget stores
(did you ever notice how they all smell the same?) are also good for picking up
Christmas lights are quite cheap
now and can really up the cheer factor. Around here, you can get 100 for
$2-3 and when you line a window or two, it really spruces things up.
I have also found that if you
have young children, you can wrap up 2-3 coloring books or sticker books
separately and they go with the "quantity beats quality" joy factor. I've
even broken apart a package of Playdoh to divide among kiddies.
One of the most evil things my
mother used to do that I do NOT emulate is she would beat us to the cereal boxes
all year long, rob out the toys and then cram our stockings full of about 10-12
of the little toys each. Of course, back then you got cool stuff in cereal
like the little submarines and diver guys who had a compartment you'd fill with
baking powder. Put them in a jar of water and they'd dive up and down.
One of the coolest things about
Christmas when I was growing up was that Mom would always put a giant orange in
the toe of our stocking. It was one of the only times in a year that we could
get oranges. She'd also make doll clothes like mad for months before
Christmas and my lord! That woman made the most beautiful Barbie and baby
doll clothes! She was also really great at making stuffed toys.
She'd see it in her head and then it'd be standing on her sewing table in a
couple of days. She'd crochet doll clothes, sew doll clothes and even glue
together felt doll clothes and they'd look so marvelous. My grandfather
would always bring over miniature York peppermint patties and help dad put
together old bikes into one good one and give them a nice paint job (Dad painted
cars for a living, so he was good at it). He built us wagons and tables
for our rooms and beds for my dolls. My mom and dad were so great at
taking nothing and creating a fantastic Christmas.
One thing I'm sorry that my
children have missed out on is that my Granny and my mom made the best snow
cream ever. You couldn't make it with the first snow, no matter how deep
it got. It always had to be the second snow or beyond and they'd get a
huge dishpan of it, mix it with milk and eggs and vanilla and lord knows what
else and it was so delicious (Crap, I just remembered I'm out of vanilla, so no
cooking tomorrow. Oh well, I'll get some tomorrow night)
Dad would always bring home on
Christmas Eve a carton of RC Cola in glass bottles and we'd leave RC and
homemade cookies out for Santa. Santa always indulged. :) Mom
used to put the RC in the freezer until there were tiny ice crystals in it and
pop the top at just the right time.
I wish I knew what happened to my
mom's Christmas ornaments when she died. Shit. I wanted some of
those. There were even some she had from when she was a girl.
Tomorrow is AHD (Aggressive
Housecleaning Day). I did almost nothing today (OK, I actually DID
nothing) and I need to play catch up a bit. (Man, that kid is still
coughing, just that itchy throat thing, not the yakking up sputum thing) I
think I can actually be ready to tackle some cleaning having taking a day off
from it without prejudice (ok, probably I can be ready). Eric was also a
total layabout, so we highfived one another on our lack of productivity and
agreed it was a good thing indeed. For tomorrow, it's back to work, plus I
have to write the News and Gossip column for Eye on Soaps. That's usually
a procedure of many hours as I dig and sift and sort the info.
Given the day that awaits, but
varying degrees of sick kiddies, plus it's almost midnight, I should likely get
to snoozing pretty soon.
I hope your week is just
absolutely tremendous and that you sail into Winter Solstice (that'd be Sunday,
folks) with a joyful heart and a jubilant spirit. (I fully intend to do