Warning: Grossness ahead....
My little guy has this weird thing when he gets a bad cough. It gets so bad sometimes that it makes him throw up. It hasn't happened in almost a year, but yesterday it came back in full projectile force.
He threw up on the floor yesterday. Dave came home shortly after and I told him, "Just in time! D2 puked and now you get to clean it up!" haha. I cleaned it. As I was cleaning, Dave was teasing D2 saying, "We don't like pukey boys! We'll have to send you to another home! One where they DO like pukey boys!"
Usually, when we tease D2 like this, he says in a wavery/laughy voice, "Reeeeeeeallllly?" But today he got all excited, "Can I go to the Puke House?"
We laughed, "Where??"
D2: "The Puke House. You know.... where you can puke as much as you want to all day and no one cares about the puke?!"
The three of us were cracking up about that!
I'm on all fours, cleaning up nastiness and laughing about it. Love that kid.
As I'm cleaning, I look at the carpet cleaner I'm using. It's Folex Instant Carpet Spot Remover and comes in a spray bottle (the kind you have to squeeze over and over. And over.) Not crazy about it's delivery system but this stuff works like crazy! I read the instructions yesterday and I've read them before but every time I do, it makes me shudder:
General Directions: Simply apply a generous amount on the spot, agitate with finger tips and blot with absorbent cloth. SPOTS DISAPPEAR INSTANTLY.
OK - pretty sure anything I'm using this stuff for is not anything I'm ever going to want to stick my finger tips into! Ewwwwwww! (I just use a towel to agitate it in and then blot.)
One thing that's not so funny is when D2 pukes at night. Which he did twice last night. Like I said, he hasn't done this in almost a year and we were hoping he'd outgrown the problem. (Last time it was so bad during the night that we literally ran out of sheets for his bed and he had to sleep on towels.) The scariest, like last night, is when he does it in his sleep and doesn't wake.
The first time last night was right before he went to sleep and we changed everything out. We always check on the boys before we go to sleep. Give them a last kiss goodnight, make sure they're covered with blankets and such. Last night when we checked on them, we were in D2's room and I said, "Ugh, hate that puke smell!" (His last bout was in the hamper in the hall waiting for their trip to the basement laundry this morning) Dave said he couldn't smell it. I said really?! Then he said he could smell it. Then I saw it. D2 had done it again but we don't know when because he was sleeping in it and it was all dried. That completely freaks me out because I get images of Janis Joplin or Jimi Hendrix, ya know?
Dave keeps saying we should take him to the Dr. but what're they gonna say? Or do? The kid coughs up some gunk from his latest cold, it gets caught at the back of his throat and triggers his gag reflex. Besides, every time I consider taking him for this problem, he stops before we get the appointment! sigh.
Any suggestions?
Quickly becoming the Puke House, Ruth!
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Friday, June 20, 2008
Fetch
Here's a coupla FO's. I know, I'll give you a moment to recover. Not only actual knitting content but real FO's???
I've fallen for Fetching. Hard.
I made this pair for a friend who says she works in the Antarctic of air-conditioned offices.
The yarn is Classic Elite Waterlily. 100% merino. It took about a ball and a half on US 6 DPN's. Very soft and lovely. A bit splitty when cabling without a cable needle (thanks to Kelly for re-showing me how!). Also, the yarn is darker in real life and the cables aren't as noticeable.
This set was for a private swap and the recipient requested mis-matched mitts. Apparently there's this whole movement where you wear mismatched socks, mitts, etc. I think my recipient wanted them to be completely different but, due to my being a bit more anal then I'd anticipated, this was the best I could do...
The orange is Berroco Ultra Alpaca and the other color is Rowan Wool DK. Recipient requested orange and some other color. I was quizzing my husband, the sports fanatic, about orange. I couldn't think of a single color that orange goes with that isn't associated with a sports team! Neither could he! I had this orange in my stash and when I came home with the other color (wine? dark mauve?) he said it didn't look like any team colors.
Fetching is a SUPER quick project. Especially when you learn to cable w/o a cable needle. If you don't already know about knittinghelp.com - you gotta check it out. I'm the type that when taught, I go home and promptly forget! That site is an audio/visual knitting teacher 24/7. Brilliant!
Last year, everyone got scarves or bath mats for Xmas. This year, Fetching for all the girls!
Love playing Fetch!
Showing no signs of stopping, Ruth!
I've fallen for Fetching. Hard.
I made this pair for a friend who says she works in the Antarctic of air-conditioned offices.
The yarn is Classic Elite Waterlily. 100% merino. It took about a ball and a half on US 6 DPN's. Very soft and lovely. A bit splitty when cabling without a cable needle (thanks to Kelly for re-showing me how!). Also, the yarn is darker in real life and the cables aren't as noticeable.
This set was for a private swap and the recipient requested mis-matched mitts. Apparently there's this whole movement where you wear mismatched socks, mitts, etc. I think my recipient wanted them to be completely different but, due to my being a bit more anal then I'd anticipated, this was the best I could do...
The orange is Berroco Ultra Alpaca and the other color is Rowan Wool DK. Recipient requested orange and some other color. I was quizzing my husband, the sports fanatic, about orange. I couldn't think of a single color that orange goes with that isn't associated with a sports team! Neither could he! I had this orange in my stash and when I came home with the other color (wine? dark mauve?) he said it didn't look like any team colors.
Fetching is a SUPER quick project. Especially when you learn to cable w/o a cable needle. If you don't already know about knittinghelp.com - you gotta check it out. I'm the type that when taught, I go home and promptly forget! That site is an audio/visual knitting teacher 24/7. Brilliant!
Last year, everyone got scarves or bath mats for Xmas. This year, Fetching for all the girls!
Love playing Fetch!
Showing no signs of stopping, Ruth!
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Sketchy McSketcherson
Have any of you bought things off Craig's List? We have.
I got an amazing bike for $40 and on Memorial Day, we bought a TV. Not just any TV, either.
We'd been talking about buying a new TV for our bedroom. Ours is so old, we can't hook up our DVD player to it. We wanted a 32"er and something flatish. We were discussing spending around $500-600 for it. My bone of contention with this is that's about 1/4 of my Lasik I so desperately want. Don't get me wrong! I love TV. Love it. Can't stand to be without it. (Although the few times I have had to go without - I got a lot more reading done!) In our house, if someone's awake, the TV's on.
So Dave's been looking on Craig's List for a suitable TV. He's also been scanning the ads for 0% financing and such. (Our living room TV took a dive the day before we moved to CO. Dave found 0% for 3 years at one of the big electronics stores. We got a 42" flat screen and they gave us an XBox 360 for free!) So on Memorial Day, he finds someone on Craig's List is selling a 42" brand new Magnavox for an excellent price! Too good, in fact. He had me call the guy and ask why he was selling. I told Dave that was silly as the guy was going to give some lame excuse and if we wanted it we should just go buy it and not ask futile questions.
We had a tough time scrounging up that much cash as the banks weren't open for the holiday and the ATM will only cough up $300 per account. Luckily, I had some cash stashed in the house. (I can't believe I'm putting all this on the internet. If you're going to rob us, you should also know we're well armed and willing to use them!) We went to go pick up the TV and D was surprised that it was in a really expensive neighborhood. The house we pulled up to was easily worth half a million. Dave asked why the guy was selling (I inwardly groaned) and the guy said they already have 3 TV's and didn't need this one that they'd just bought. We gave them money, they gave us an enormous TV. Still in the unopened box with a price tag from Walmart that was double what we were paying!
On the way home, we wondered why they would buy this TV if they didn't need it and why not just return it if they didn't want it? I'm quite sure that TV "fell off a truck" but obviously have no way to prove it.
So here's the question of the day:
If you know something is stolen, do you buy it anyway? Apparently, we would. And truthfully, we don't know it's stolen, we are just assuming so.
The week before we bought my bike, there were notices posted around our neighborhood about someone's bike had been stolen. Whenever I ride my bike, I'm always nervous, wondering if the one we bought off Craig's List (and picked up across town) is the same bike.
Enjoying the big (and likely hot) screen, Ruth!
I got an amazing bike for $40 and on Memorial Day, we bought a TV. Not just any TV, either.
We'd been talking about buying a new TV for our bedroom. Ours is so old, we can't hook up our DVD player to it. We wanted a 32"er and something flatish. We were discussing spending around $500-600 for it. My bone of contention with this is that's about 1/4 of my Lasik I so desperately want. Don't get me wrong! I love TV. Love it. Can't stand to be without it. (Although the few times I have had to go without - I got a lot more reading done!) In our house, if someone's awake, the TV's on.
So Dave's been looking on Craig's List for a suitable TV. He's also been scanning the ads for 0% financing and such. (Our living room TV took a dive the day before we moved to CO. Dave found 0% for 3 years at one of the big electronics stores. We got a 42" flat screen and they gave us an XBox 360 for free!) So on Memorial Day, he finds someone on Craig's List is selling a 42" brand new Magnavox for an excellent price! Too good, in fact. He had me call the guy and ask why he was selling. I told Dave that was silly as the guy was going to give some lame excuse and if we wanted it we should just go buy it and not ask futile questions.
We had a tough time scrounging up that much cash as the banks weren't open for the holiday and the ATM will only cough up $300 per account. Luckily, I had some cash stashed in the house. (I can't believe I'm putting all this on the internet. If you're going to rob us, you should also know we're well armed and willing to use them!) We went to go pick up the TV and D was surprised that it was in a really expensive neighborhood. The house we pulled up to was easily worth half a million. Dave asked why the guy was selling (I inwardly groaned) and the guy said they already have 3 TV's and didn't need this one that they'd just bought. We gave them money, they gave us an enormous TV. Still in the unopened box with a price tag from Walmart that was double what we were paying!
On the way home, we wondered why they would buy this TV if they didn't need it and why not just return it if they didn't want it? I'm quite sure that TV "fell off a truck" but obviously have no way to prove it.
So here's the question of the day:
If you know something is stolen, do you buy it anyway? Apparently, we would. And truthfully, we don't know it's stolen, we are just assuming so.
The week before we bought my bike, there were notices posted around our neighborhood about someone's bike had been stolen. Whenever I ride my bike, I'm always nervous, wondering if the one we bought off Craig's List (and picked up across town) is the same bike.
Enjoying the big (and likely hot) screen, Ruth!
Friday, June 6, 2008
I Feel Like The Cheese
My SIL says I'm The Sandwich. She'd read an article where people who take care of the young in their family and also take care of the old are called The Sandwich.
My FIL got to go home from the hospital last Thursday. For those just checking in, he went to the hospital last Monday for a routine heart check. His EKG was very unhappy with him and they admitted him. His breathing for the past few weeks was very whistley, wheezy, and labored. When they first admitted him, the dr.'s were saying that due to his age (80), his quadruple bypass surgery 15 years ago, and his current health/breathing issues, he was a really bad candidate for surgery. He agreed and remembering how hard the recovery time was on him 15 years ago, he was really adamant that he didn't want surgery anyway.
After 4 days of hospital care and med's to clear the fluids in his lungs, his health/breathing made a 180. He still didn't want the surgery but one cardiologist that talked to him could "sell water to a drowning man" (as my FIL said). So he decided to do the surgery.
It's kind of funny because when the new cardiologist was talking to him about the surgery and explaining that now that his lungs were fine and he was a good candidate for the surgery - she was really trying to talk him into it.
She dangled the wife in front of him, "She'll miss you."
FIL: I'm 80, she's 79, we're good.
Dr. (dangles grandchildren) : What about them? Don't you want to see them grow up?
FIL: They're young, they'll be fine.
Dr. snatches his car keys away from him and he looks at me and says: Looks like I'm having surgery!
(Of course the dangling and key-snatching are strictly metaphorical.)
We had the family meeting Friday night and my BIL/SIL came, too. We all went out to eat and then to FIL/MIL's place to talk. The FIL had already made up his mind to get the surgery but the only thing making him waver was the up to 6 month recovery time. My BIL put it best when he said, "That 6 months is going to pass either way. It's what your life will be like beyond that 6 months that matters." If he doesn't have the surgery, he'll be on an oxygen tank, can't lift anything, can't drive anywhere. If he has it, he'll be better then he is now and will stay that way for many years to come. His chances of dying on the table are less then 20%.
So Monday this week, I drove them to the cardiologist for his appt. and then to the hospital again for his angiogram. I've been driving back and forth to that hospital at least twice a day all last week and part of this week. I didn't think it was bothering me, even though my MIL keeps pointing out how much stress I'm under with doing my job, taking care of the kids, and taking care of the grandparents. However, on Tues. I ran some errands, including taking the FIL to Home Depot (I had to go anyway). When I came home at 1p, I hopped out of the van, got Davis out and trooped into the house. Dave stopped at home 3:30p and when he came in the house, he said, "Why is the van on?" I said the van wasn't on and walked out to see. sigh. 2 and 1/2 hours of idling gas, wasted. WTF??
Anyway! Thanks for all your well wishes, they seemed to've worked! FIL's angiogram (they put a catheter in his leg and go up to his heart to film stuff) came out with really great news! They already knew he has Aortic Stenosis which means his aorta isn't opening all the way and would need to be replaced. They initially thought part of the problem might be that his quadruple bypasses, after 15 years might be wearing out. They are fine! There's one other vein near the heart that may need a bypass but other then that, the surgery won't be nearly as extensive as they initially expected. Splee!
I feel more like the ham, Ruth!
My FIL got to go home from the hospital last Thursday. For those just checking in, he went to the hospital last Monday for a routine heart check. His EKG was very unhappy with him and they admitted him. His breathing for the past few weeks was very whistley, wheezy, and labored. When they first admitted him, the dr.'s were saying that due to his age (80), his quadruple bypass surgery 15 years ago, and his current health/breathing issues, he was a really bad candidate for surgery. He agreed and remembering how hard the recovery time was on him 15 years ago, he was really adamant that he didn't want surgery anyway.
After 4 days of hospital care and med's to clear the fluids in his lungs, his health/breathing made a 180. He still didn't want the surgery but one cardiologist that talked to him could "sell water to a drowning man" (as my FIL said). So he decided to do the surgery.
It's kind of funny because when the new cardiologist was talking to him about the surgery and explaining that now that his lungs were fine and he was a good candidate for the surgery - she was really trying to talk him into it.
She dangled the wife in front of him, "She'll miss you."
FIL: I'm 80, she's 79, we're good.
Dr. (dangles grandchildren) : What about them? Don't you want to see them grow up?
FIL: They're young, they'll be fine.
Dr. snatches his car keys away from him and he looks at me and says: Looks like I'm having surgery!
(Of course the dangling and key-snatching are strictly metaphorical.)
We had the family meeting Friday night and my BIL/SIL came, too. We all went out to eat and then to FIL/MIL's place to talk. The FIL had already made up his mind to get the surgery but the only thing making him waver was the up to 6 month recovery time. My BIL put it best when he said, "That 6 months is going to pass either way. It's what your life will be like beyond that 6 months that matters." If he doesn't have the surgery, he'll be on an oxygen tank, can't lift anything, can't drive anywhere. If he has it, he'll be better then he is now and will stay that way for many years to come. His chances of dying on the table are less then 20%.
So Monday this week, I drove them to the cardiologist for his appt. and then to the hospital again for his angiogram. I've been driving back and forth to that hospital at least twice a day all last week and part of this week. I didn't think it was bothering me, even though my MIL keeps pointing out how much stress I'm under with doing my job, taking care of the kids, and taking care of the grandparents. However, on Tues. I ran some errands, including taking the FIL to Home Depot (I had to go anyway). When I came home at 1p, I hopped out of the van, got Davis out and trooped into the house. Dave stopped at home 3:30p and when he came in the house, he said, "Why is the van on?" I said the van wasn't on and walked out to see. sigh. 2 and 1/2 hours of idling gas, wasted. WTF??
Anyway! Thanks for all your well wishes, they seemed to've worked! FIL's angiogram (they put a catheter in his leg and go up to his heart to film stuff) came out with really great news! They already knew he has Aortic Stenosis which means his aorta isn't opening all the way and would need to be replaced. They initially thought part of the problem might be that his quadruple bypasses, after 15 years might be wearing out. They are fine! There's one other vein near the heart that may need a bypass but other then that, the surgery won't be nearly as extensive as they initially expected. Splee!
I feel more like the ham, Ruth!
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Fly Bye
My FIL is in the hospital. He went in for a routine heart check on Tuesday and the EKG wasn't happy with him so they've admitted him. I'll know more on Friday but it's not looking good. He had quadruple bypass surgery 15 years ago and those bypasses are wearing out. He' 80 so he's not willing to have invasive surgery of any kind (valve replacements, shunts, etc.). The doctor is agreeing with him on that. Because of his age, weight, and previous surgery, he may not survive another surgery. They may try angioplasty but the doctor says that's a very short term solution to a very long-term problem.
It's so strange because he's in top spirits. He's his usual self and is cracking up the staff, enjoying the food services, the bed and generally having a great time!
I'll give more details on Monday when I know more.
For now - Sophanne has won the contest!
The Spring Fling was a rousing success again this year. We raised nearly $10,000 in 3 hours! The Silent Auction raised $6600 (with the Yarn Bouquet going for $100) and the rest of the event raised over $3000. We have a popcorn/cotton candy/pizza/soda/bake sale and then outside, we sell tickets for carnival games, a fake jail to put your friends in, a jumpy castle and a giant inflatable slide. We have this event and a Fall Festival and between these two events (and a couple smaller things we do during the year), the kids never have to go door-to-door selling crap no one wants (I'm looking at you $8 popsicle mold and $10 wrapping paper).
I've been woefully slacking on the blog front lately. I have no excuse other then stress. I've had many bloggable and exciting things happening here. I've not had a free weekend for over a month now! I even have a couple of FO's. I've even got pictures of most of these things! Stress. Killin' me. I need a massage!
Send good vibes to the FIL.
More soon, Ruth!
It's so strange because he's in top spirits. He's his usual self and is cracking up the staff, enjoying the food services, the bed and generally having a great time!
I'll give more details on Monday when I know more.
For now - Sophanne has won the contest!
The Spring Fling was a rousing success again this year. We raised nearly $10,000 in 3 hours! The Silent Auction raised $6600 (with the Yarn Bouquet going for $100) and the rest of the event raised over $3000. We have a popcorn/cotton candy/pizza/soda/bake sale and then outside, we sell tickets for carnival games, a fake jail to put your friends in, a jumpy castle and a giant inflatable slide. We have this event and a Fall Festival and between these two events (and a couple smaller things we do during the year), the kids never have to go door-to-door selling crap no one wants (I'm looking at you $8 popsicle mold and $10 wrapping paper).
I've been woefully slacking on the blog front lately. I have no excuse other then stress. I've had many bloggable and exciting things happening here. I've not had a free weekend for over a month now! I even have a couple of FO's. I've even got pictures of most of these things! Stress. Killin' me. I need a massage!
Send good vibes to the FIL.
More soon, Ruth!
Monday, May 19, 2008
Six Things
Sorry for being absent. I've had so many bloggable things lately but I just can't seem to get my self together to get it done! I've had amazing weekends for the past, I don't know, 4 weekends! But I'll speak on that soon. For now, I'm easing back in with a meme...
The ever-lovely Sophanne tagged me with this:
"The rules of the game get posted at the beginning. Each player answers the questions about themselves. At the end of the post, the player then tags 5-6 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know they’ve been tagged and asking them to read your blog.
Let the person who tagged you know when you’ve posted your answer."
1) What was I doing 10 years ago?
I was living in Tucson, working at a nefarious bar, finishing massage school and in October of that year, meeting my husband.
2) What are 5 things on my to-do list for today (not in any particular order):
work, return some things to stores, go to Costco, make more Stitch Savers, knit
3) Snacks I enjoy:
anything with sugar, but lately I've been addicted to hummus and Ritz chips
4) Things I would do if I were a billionaire: hire a maid.
D and I always talk about what we'd do if we won lottery - travel, buy a medium house with a lot of land, buy cars for friends and family. Parker had a bill on the table to build this fancy new library with a preforming arts center. D said he would build it but they'd have to name it after the Nebraska Huskers (which, in Colorado is sacrilege!)
5) Places I have lived:
Reedley/Clovis/Fresno/Shaver Lake, CA; Ft. Jackson, SC; San Antonio, TX; Ft. Benning, GA; Wurzburg and Schweinfurt, Germany; Tucson, AZ; Parker, CO
6) Jobs I have had:
packing baby products for retail (you wouldn't believe the mark-up on that stuff!), optician in the Army, waitress, massage therapist, head-hunter, many others that I'll discuss someday...
I was once offered a job as a student beautician in a mortuary. I was all for it until the tour and there was a small child on a slab. The funeral director was in mid-sentence but when I saw that little girl, I just walked out without a word. I took the job as a student beautician for an insane asylum instead.
7) 6 peeps I wanna know more about:
me7of11
NoMoreSweaters (maybe then she'll start posting again? Miss her!)
Wanda
Kelly
Sam
Marly
and anyone else who wants to play!
Getting back in the saddle, Ruth!
The ever-lovely Sophanne tagged me with this:
"The rules of the game get posted at the beginning. Each player answers the questions about themselves. At the end of the post, the player then tags 5-6 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know they’ve been tagged and asking them to read your blog.
Let the person who tagged you know when you’ve posted your answer."
1) What was I doing 10 years ago?
I was living in Tucson, working at a nefarious bar, finishing massage school and in October of that year, meeting my husband.
2) What are 5 things on my to-do list for today (not in any particular order):
work, return some things to stores, go to Costco, make more Stitch Savers, knit
3) Snacks I enjoy:
anything with sugar, but lately I've been addicted to hummus and Ritz chips
4) Things I would do if I were a billionaire: hire a maid.
D and I always talk about what we'd do if we won lottery - travel, buy a medium house with a lot of land, buy cars for friends and family. Parker had a bill on the table to build this fancy new library with a preforming arts center. D said he would build it but they'd have to name it after the Nebraska Huskers (which, in Colorado is sacrilege!)
5) Places I have lived:
Reedley/Clovis/Fresno/Shaver Lake, CA; Ft. Jackson, SC; San Antonio, TX; Ft. Benning, GA; Wurzburg and Schweinfurt, Germany; Tucson, AZ; Parker, CO
6) Jobs I have had:
packing baby products for retail (you wouldn't believe the mark-up on that stuff!), optician in the Army, waitress, massage therapist, head-hunter, many others that I'll discuss someday...
I was once offered a job as a student beautician in a mortuary. I was all for it until the tour and there was a small child on a slab. The funeral director was in mid-sentence but when I saw that little girl, I just walked out without a word. I took the job as a student beautician for an insane asylum instead.
7) 6 peeps I wanna know more about:
me7of11
NoMoreSweaters (maybe then she'll start posting again? Miss her!)
Wanda
Kelly
Sam
Marly
and anyone else who wants to play!
Getting back in the saddle, Ruth!
Monday, May 5, 2008
Answers - Part 2
I copied Uberstrickenfrau's idea to open the blog up to questions.
Nell asked, "What's your favorite trip ever?"
Wow. Can't even begin to answer this one.
Some friends and I conned our parents out of $200 each to send us to summer camp and the five of us hitchhiked our happy asses down to LA. We spent the week living on the streets of LA and had an amazing time! We went to the Zebra Club one night and I hung out with Anthony Keidis (lead singer of the Red Hot Chili Peppers). He and I talked for several hours - way in to the wee hours of the morning. He made a move on me and I told him, "Dude, I'm only 14." He stopped and said it was great talking with me and we said good-bye. Five minutes later, he was making out with some blonde chick. I didn't mind in the least and was glad to finally get some sleep!
I went to Europe for a few weeks when I was 17. Great adventures ensued.
Spent two years in Germany when I was in the Army (from age 22-24). Can that count as one big long trip? Because I had the Time. Of. My. Life! during those two years. I traveled as much as possible (and considering the ease and lack of soldierly nature of my job in the Army, that was a lot). I went all over Germany (at least the Southern parts), whitewater rafting in Austria, a trip to the Swiss Alps and the Black Forest, and made my pilgrimage to Jim Morrisson's grave in Paris to name a few highlights.
What about the trip to Tahoe when I got married? Or the roller coaster hopping honeymoon after?
The Vegas trips? The trips to the hospital to have babies? (OK, that last one wasn't so much fun as just great results after.)
Rachel asked, "What is your most favorite fruit? What fruit do you refuse to eat? And most importantly, if you could be a fruit, what fruit would you choose? Why?"
I adore fruit. I can't think of a single fruit I would refuse to eat. Or any food really. OK, sushi and liver. I don't care for raw meat and I refuse to eat another thing's filter. But fruit - bring it all! My most favorite has got to be peaches.
The 10 years I lived in Tucson were a particularly disappointing time produce-wise. The stuff you'd get was never ripe and would usually rot before it ripened. I grew up outside Fresno, CA and the San Joaquin Valley (which I may be spelling wrong) provides 1/3 of the produce for the nation. So I know the good stuff! The first time Dave went to CA was with me. It was before we were married and we went to go see my family and to San Francisco. On the drive between Clovis and SF, I made him stop at EVERY roadside produce stand we saw on the way. I was gorging on fresh cherries and peaches, plums, all of it!
But peaches. Round, fuzzy, juicy, sweet. I guess that somewhat describes myself so I'll pick to be like that fruit, too! (ugh, grammar much?) It also goes into my all-time favorite dessert - peach cobbler!
Rooie asked, "What are you most scared of?"
I used to be terrified of the dark - mostly because of Very Bad Things when I was a kid. Now I'm usually OK with it. Although, if it's really dark and I'm in it too long, I still end up freaking myself out.
Silence, too. I don't do well with silence. Too many thoughts creep in. I don't like to think too much - haha. I used to sleep with a nightlight and the radio on until Dave and I moved in together. I was 28 then.
Bees. I'm terrified of bees. I'm one of those dorks who flail and scream and make the bees mad.
I think the thing that scares me most is when I think of my man or my boys dying before me. I'm fatalistic and selfish that way. I try not to think about it because it's the stupidest thing ever. As if I have any control over that! My husband teases me about how we'd be better off with the insurance money if something happens to him. I punch him in the arm as hard as I can and say, "It'll just be spent on therapy! Therapy for the boys for having to live with what I'll be like without you and therapy for me for having to be without you!" He's a dork, too!
Well, that's all the answers I have for now.
Feeling nostalgic for travel, Ruth!
Nell asked, "What's your favorite trip ever?"
Wow. Can't even begin to answer this one.
Some friends and I conned our parents out of $200 each to send us to summer camp and the five of us hitchhiked our happy asses down to LA. We spent the week living on the streets of LA and had an amazing time! We went to the Zebra Club one night and I hung out with Anthony Keidis (lead singer of the Red Hot Chili Peppers). He and I talked for several hours - way in to the wee hours of the morning. He made a move on me and I told him, "Dude, I'm only 14." He stopped and said it was great talking with me and we said good-bye. Five minutes later, he was making out with some blonde chick. I didn't mind in the least and was glad to finally get some sleep!
I went to Europe for a few weeks when I was 17. Great adventures ensued.
Spent two years in Germany when I was in the Army (from age 22-24). Can that count as one big long trip? Because I had the Time. Of. My. Life! during those two years. I traveled as much as possible (and considering the ease and lack of soldierly nature of my job in the Army, that was a lot). I went all over Germany (at least the Southern parts), whitewater rafting in Austria, a trip to the Swiss Alps and the Black Forest, and made my pilgrimage to Jim Morrisson's grave in Paris to name a few highlights.
What about the trip to Tahoe when I got married? Or the roller coaster hopping honeymoon after?
The Vegas trips? The trips to the hospital to have babies? (OK, that last one wasn't so much fun as just great results after.)
Rachel asked, "What is your most favorite fruit? What fruit do you refuse to eat? And most importantly, if you could be a fruit, what fruit would you choose? Why?"
I adore fruit. I can't think of a single fruit I would refuse to eat. Or any food really. OK, sushi and liver. I don't care for raw meat and I refuse to eat another thing's filter. But fruit - bring it all! My most favorite has got to be peaches.
The 10 years I lived in Tucson were a particularly disappointing time produce-wise. The stuff you'd get was never ripe and would usually rot before it ripened. I grew up outside Fresno, CA and the San Joaquin Valley (which I may be spelling wrong) provides 1/3 of the produce for the nation. So I know the good stuff! The first time Dave went to CA was with me. It was before we were married and we went to go see my family and to San Francisco. On the drive between Clovis and SF, I made him stop at EVERY roadside produce stand we saw on the way. I was gorging on fresh cherries and peaches, plums, all of it!
But peaches. Round, fuzzy, juicy, sweet. I guess that somewhat describes myself so I'll pick to be like that fruit, too! (ugh, grammar much?) It also goes into my all-time favorite dessert - peach cobbler!
Rooie asked, "What are you most scared of?"
I used to be terrified of the dark - mostly because of Very Bad Things when I was a kid. Now I'm usually OK with it. Although, if it's really dark and I'm in it too long, I still end up freaking myself out.
Silence, too. I don't do well with silence. Too many thoughts creep in. I don't like to think too much - haha. I used to sleep with a nightlight and the radio on until Dave and I moved in together. I was 28 then.
Bees. I'm terrified of bees. I'm one of those dorks who flail and scream and make the bees mad.
I think the thing that scares me most is when I think of my man or my boys dying before me. I'm fatalistic and selfish that way. I try not to think about it because it's the stupidest thing ever. As if I have any control over that! My husband teases me about how we'd be better off with the insurance money if something happens to him. I punch him in the arm as hard as I can and say, "It'll just be spent on therapy! Therapy for the boys for having to live with what I'll be like without you and therapy for me for having to be without you!" He's a dork, too!
Well, that's all the answers I have for now.
Feeling nostalgic for travel, Ruth!
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