Last night we made soy candles for the kids’ teachers. J and I had gone to a ceramic show last month and found these lovely tiny pots (made by a knitting friend of mine). I had been trying to think of fun things to put in the pot (honey, spices, tiny plants…) when I remembered reading that you could make soy candles in the microwave. We bought the stuff at Joann’s and on the tip of one of their employees used an old crayon for color instead of the commercial dyes. We also added apple pie scent to it. I figure, who doesn’t like apple pie? This was a very easy craft, but I admit I was a little paranoid about the hot wax and the kid’s pouring abilities to let them do much more than affix the wick and peel the crayon. They still had a good time though and are now making festive bags to wrap them in.
This little light of mine December 15, 2009
Sawyer Sawyer Locke November 23, 2009
I found this while I was cleaning this weekend. Drawn by the girl.
so now I wonder – if underneath all the junk in her room is a hatch. Maybe I should start checking her math homework for the number sequence. Hmmm.
And yes. I do have the Sawyer Song stuck in my head. Again.
Zune Shuffle November 13, 2009
Two things.
Yes. I have a Zune.
And I’ve never done the ipod shuffle post. You know, the one where you put the ipod on shuffle and list the first 10 songs. So here it is. My musical taste in all it’s weirdness.
1. Gallows Pole – Led Zeppelin. Reminds me of high school and Laserium Zeppelin. heh.
2. Goodbye Love – Rent. Well we all knew I love musicals.
3. Helplessly Hoping – recorded by me and two of my friends actually. We used my ancient microphones at school. And yes. I do have recordings of our trio on my Zune. I like to listen to us. Reminds me of fun times.
4. Missa De Beata Virgine – Josquin Des Prez – I’m a music geek. What’d you expect?
5. You Oughta Know – Alanis Morissette. I’m officially old enough to admit publicly that I listen to her in all her angsty bitter greatness. 
6. Hotwax – Beck. Love Beck. One of my favorite concerts. Although my friend and I were probably closer in age to the moms in the audience who brought their jr. high kids. “I’m the enchanted wizard of rhythm.” How can you not love lyrics like that?
7. Love’s Recovery – Indigo Girls. Yeah. Love them too.
8. The Lowlands of Holland – The Chieftains and Natalie Merchant. Pretty song. But not my favorite on the album. I actually got this cd from a student. One of the best presents I ever got. Love it.
9. I Just Don’t Think I’ll Ever Feel Get Over You – Colin Hay. He’s still got it. Long after “We come from a land down under…”
10. Sissyneck – Beck. Again. See #6.
So there you go. A tiny glimpse into what’s on my Zune.
Back to the drawing board. September 3, 2009
Plastic surgeon had to take the whole thing out. Turns out the expander was infected big time. The alloderm, on the other hand, did it’s job beautifully and is now incorporated into my own tissue. This is good. It might give me some different options down the road for reconstruction. (I.E. Not just a lat flap.) And yes. I said down the road. I need 4 to 6 months to heal. 4 to 6 months of once again being lopsided (though this time it’s the other direction and I don’t have to wear a bra. Don’t laugh. I take my perks where I can get them.)
Frankly, I’m not in the best of moods. On top of this, we just lost another girl over at YSC. Too young. Too soon. One of too many this summer.
So I’m going to share with you something that made me feel better.
Edited to add: I wish I could take credit for the following funny, but it was one of those viral emails that makes it round and round the internet. I realize I didn’t label this very well, and don’t want people to think it is mine. One of my fellow YSC’ers posted it on the YSC bulliten board. So I wish I was that funny, but, alas, I am not.
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Random thoughts from people our age… More often than not, when someone is telling me a story all I can think about is that I can’t wait for them to finish so that I can tell my own story that’s not only better, but also more directly involves me. Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you’re wrong. I don’t understand the purpose of the line, “I don’t need to drink to have fun.” Great, no one does. But why start a fire with flint and sticks when they’ve invented the lighter? Have you ever been walking down the street and realized that you’re going in the complete opposite direction of where you are supposed to be going? But instead of just turning a 180 and walking back in the direction from which you came, you have to first do something like check your watch or phone or make a grand arm gesture and mutter to yourself to ensure that no one in the surrounding area thinks you’re crazy by randomly switching directions on the sidewalk. I totally take back all those times I didn’t want to nap when I was younger. Is it just me, or are 80% of the people in the “people you may know” feature on Facebook people that I do know, but I deliberately choose not to be friends with? Do you remember when you were a kid, playing Nintendo and it wouldn’t work? You take the cartridge out, blow in it and that would magically fix the problem. Every kid in America did that, but how did we all know how to fix the problem? There was no internet or message boards or FAQ’s. We just figured it out. Today’s kids are soft. There is a great need for sarcasm font. Sometimes, I’ll watch a movie that I watched when I was younger and suddenly realize I had no idea what the f*** was going on when I first saw it. I think everyone has a movie that they love so much, it actually becomes stressful to watch it with other people. I’ll end up wasting 90 minutes shiftily glancing around to confirm that everyone’s laughing at the right parts, then making sure I laugh just a little bit harder (and a millisecond earlier) to prove that I’m still the only one who really, really gets it. How the heck are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet? I would rather try to carry 10 plastic grocery bags in each hand than take 2 trips to bring my groceries in. I think part of a best friend’s job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die. The only time I look forward to a red light is when I’m trying to finish a text or finish applying my makeup. A recent study has shown that playing beer pong contributes to the spread of mono and the flu. Yeah, if you suck at it. Was learning cursive really necessary? LOL has gone from meaning, “laugh out loud” to “I have nothing else to say”. I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger. Answering the same letter three times or more in a row on a Scantron test is absolutely petrifying. My brother’s Municipal League baseball team is named the Stepdads. Seeing as none of the guys on the team are actual stepdads, I inquired about the name. He explained, “Cuz we beat you, and you hate us.” Classy, bro. Whenever someone says “I’m not book smart, but I’m street smart”, all I hear is “I’m not real smart, but I’m imaginary smart”. How many times is it appropriate to say “What?” before you just nod and smile because you still didn’t hear what they said? I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars teams up to prevent a dick from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, my peeps! Every time I have to spell a word over the phone using ‘as in’ examples, I will undoubtedly draw a blank and sound like a complete idiot. Today I had to spell my boss’s last name to an attorney and said “Yes that’s G as in…(10 second lapse) ..ummm… Goonies” What would happen if I hired two private investigators to follow each other? While driving yesterday I saw a banana peel in the road and instinctively swerved to avoid it…thanks Mario Kart. MapQuest really needs to start their directions on #5. Pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood. I find it hard to believe there are actually people who get in the shower first and THEN turn on the water. Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty, and you can wear them forever. I can’t remember the last time I wasn’t at least kind of tired. Bad decisions make good stories. Whenever I’m Facebook stalking someone and I find out that their profile is public I feel like a kid on Christmas morning who just got the Red Ryder BB gun that I always wanted. 546 pictures? Don’t mind if I do! Is it just me or do high school girls wear skimpier and skimpier clothing every year? If Carmen San Diego and Waldo ever got together, their off spring would probably just be completely invisible. Why is it that during an ice-breaker, when the whole room has to go around and say their name and where they are from, I get so incredibly nervous? Like I know my name, I know where I’m from, this shouldn’t be a problem…. You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you’ve made up your mind that you just aren’t doing anything productive for the rest of the day. Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after DVDs? I don’t want to have to restart my collection. There’s no worse feeling than that millisecond you’re sure you are going to die after leaning your chair back a little too far. I’m always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten page research paper that I swear I did not make any changes to. “Do not machine wash or tumble dry” means I will never wash this ever. I hate being the one with the remote in a room full of people watching TV. There’s so much pressure. ‘I love this show, but will they judge me if I keep it on? I bet everyone is wishing we weren’t watching this. It’s only a matter of time before they all get up and leave the room. Will we still be friends after this?’ I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello? Dammit!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voicemail. What’d you do after I didn’t answer? Drop the phone and run away? I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste. When I meet a new guy, I’m terrified of mentioning something he hasn’t already told me but that I have learned from some light internet stalking. I like all of the music in my iTunes, except when it’s on shuffle, then I like about one in every fifteen songs in my iTunes. Why is a school zone 20 mph? That seems like the optimal cruising speed for pedophiles. As a driver I hate pedestrians, and as a pedestrian I hate drivers, but no matter what the mode of transportation, I always hate cyclists. Sometimes I’ll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is. It should probably be called Unplanned Parenthood. I keep some people’s phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call. Even if I knew your social security number, I wouldn’t know what do to with it. Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket and Pinning the Tail on the Donkey – but I’d bet my ass that everyone can find and push the Snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time every time… My 4-year old son asked me in the car the other day “What would happen if you ran over a ninja?” How the heck do I respond to that? It really pisses me off when I want to read a story on CNN.com and the link takes me to a video instead of text. I wonder if cops ever get mad at the fact that everyone they drive behind obeys the speed limit. I think the freezer deserves a light as well. I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or Saturday night more kisses begin with Miller Lites than Kay. The other night I ordered takeout, and when I looked in the bag, saw they had included four sets of plastic silverware. In other words, someone at the restaurant packed my order, took a second to think about it, and then estimated that there must be at least four people eating to require such a large amount of food. Too bad I was eating by myself. There’s nothing like being made to feel like a fatty before dinner. Posted over at YSC. |
I didn’t even know there WAS a day for cupcakes. August 18, 2009
Happy National Cupcake Day! I, for one, can get behind a holiday celebrating cupcakes. So the kids and I made some and delivered them to their neighborhood friends.
Grilled Mac and Cheese Contest August 15, 2009
It’s been nutty here at Casa de Throws Like a Girl and I completely spaced the mac and cheese thing.
1 and 1/2 hours. It really took that long. and no, it was NOT the best mac and cheese ever. After all that the kids wouldn’t eat it. Figures, huh?
So that makes our winner Marie of Knitted Gems!
Marie – I was thinking of knitting something for your coming little one as a prize. Got a favorite color? Or a specific need, IE soakers if you’re cloth diapering… Also, if you could pm me your address over at Ravelry.
Google Memes May 1, 2009
There are two google memes running around the internet these days and I have to admit the results are pretty funny. In each of them you type either *your name* needs or Unfortunately, *your name* and post the first 5 entries.
SO. That said.
1. Nicole needs bigger boobs. (Seriously. It really says that.)
2. Nicole needs to live in the NOW. (I have no idea why that is capitalized.)
3. Nicole Scherziner (Pussycat Doll) needs at good meal.
4. Nicole needs to lay off the Botox.
and lastly
5. Nicole needs a new computer! (Heh.)
And the second one…
1. Unfortunately, Nicole never considered the fact that she could get pregnant while doing alcohol and drugs while having unprotected sex. (Hee.)
2. Thin is beautiful, and unfortunately, Nicole has gone over the edge.
3. Unfortunately, Nicole was having a wardrobe malfunction.
4. Unfortunately Nicole Kidman is a typical white Australian and has no idea about Aborginal culture.
5. Unfortunately, Nicole seems to have an incredible memory, or maybe because she’s just hungry for gossip.
So there you have it. A post mostly about Nicole Richie. But humorous just the same. A boob job. Seriously. How did they know?
Grins.
Justification. February 26, 2009
Made my morning. It’s nice to find a vice that might actually be good for me. Heh.
2008 in review: a year of first sentences. January 11, 2009
I stole this from Laurie. The first sentence of the first post of each month. Kind of a trippy trip.
January: I didn’t make it to the New Year.
February: So M-Day is scheduled for Monday February 11th.
March: Got the results from the ultrasound of my thyroid.
April: Much more fun to watch than ultimate frisbee!
May: It’s hard coming up with catchy titles.
June: YOU CAN ONLY TYPE ONE WORD!
August: As you may remember, I am the pirate mommy!
September: This is the promo that my hometown newspaper ran for Stand Up to Cancer.
October: Three years ago today, you came to us.
November: I saw this recipe on my friend Sarah’s blog, Sprucehill, and I knew I would be making it.
December : I had a very nice Thanksgiving.
