Good Morning!
5 Days!!!! 🙂
Today’s header photo is from Kare.
*It’s now Sunday the 21st, so I believe someone has a birthday today.
Happy Birthday Linda. 🙂
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On this day in 1790 the first successful cotton mill in the United States began operating at Pawtucket, RI.
In 1860 South Carolina became the first state to secede from the American Union.
In 1879 Thomas A. Edison privately demonstrated his incandescent light at Menlo Park, NJ.
And in 1968 author John Steinbeck died at the age of 66.
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Quote of the Day
“Christmas, my child, is love in action. Every time we love, every time we give, it’s Christmas.”
Dale Evans
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This one is a request.
And this one is because I like it. From King’s College Choir
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Wandering Views 
You may not be authentic in a jump suit. You want coveralls and a little animal impact look would definitely help. They may even come with spray on odor. Of course, you can always pick up some of that at Cabelas or some such hunting store. I don’t know how well it will work in Los Angeles where it is very cold at night.
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Wow, it popped me onto the next page. Does that make me first? Wheeeeeeee!
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Goodnight. I’m going to climb under the warm covers to sleep. Of course, our 34° tonight won’t be as severe as that frigid, wind-chilled, ocean-front LA area.
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Hey! Mumsee got first on the second page of the thread, and I got last on the first page. That’s a first.
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It may snow tonight or tomorrow. It appeared to be doing so when I went to put Jake away. Will it be doing that in Los Angeles where it is very cold at night?
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Dang.
I’m still trying to connect all the straps on this jumpsuit.
Did I miss 200?
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And now it’s snowing?
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Well burrrr.
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Good night, Donna, and thanks for brightening my life each day!
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Chas is going to think we were being silly again. But he does not suffer from the cold like you do in Los Angeles. I hear it is very cold there at night.
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Donna, are you finding the blog even colder than the dog park?
Misten says “woof.” She said she’ll come and keep you warm, if you like. But I think she is really just trying to find an excuse to spend time with Cowboy.
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Hey, I’ve never seen it open up a new page. Does AJ know about this? Is everyone here in time-out?
Speaking of time-out, here in the Eastern time zone it’s bedtime.
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wow, I think I missed something. It is cold in the hills of northern California, but it is supposed to get warm this week for a warm Christmas.
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I guess it jumps to a new page at 200. It took me awhile to find you–I had to warm my hands first. 🙂
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I’m shivering in my Thinsulate just thinking about how cold it is in CA.
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Chas thinks you people are being silly.
The local weather man tells us to avoid the I-95 corridor this season. He says it will be rough up there. I’m not going that way.
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Have you noticed that Mumsee will do almost anything to be first?
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Or last?
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Don’t even think about it, Mumsee. Ain’t lettin’ ya. 😉
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Ahem. She was first, she shan’t be last. And some of us can just keep posting after every one of hers until she gives up. After all, it would be fun to see how long this goes to another new page.
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Careful with that loud throat-clearing (“Ahem”), Peter L. We don’t want Mumsee to know she’s not last anymore.
I predict 401 will be the start of a new page. Wonder if we’ll ever find out…
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222 — that’s a nice number.
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Last.
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Naah-aah.
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We need to think of some creative way to extend this thread without a bunch of one-word or few-words posts. Following Chas’ model of intelligent conversation leading up to 100. 🙂
Any ideas? Maybe we could write a story one sentence at a time?
Or something else?
Will Peter and Mumsee and I be the only ones reading this? (Oh, and AJ, too, I bet.)
Should we tell everyone else, or keep it a secret? 😉
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Husband is trying to find those insulated coveralls for daughter. She wants to be a ranch hand in Wyoming. She will need them.
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One of the advantages to being behind in reading the comments is that I followed you all over here. Being on the second page of the comments kind of feels like being in a secret room.
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Mumsee, yes she will. We were talking to some people at church last month who have a son who lives in Wyoming. There had been a cold snap that week, where the temperature was something like 27 below, I think they said.
Brrr. I think that’s colder than the dog park. 😉
Karen, yes. It’s a little eerie, actually. It appears Mumsee pushed on a wall, and around we went to the other side.
*shivers*
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Couldn’t be. It was cold but not very cold.
Yes, here we are in the secret room. It is eerily quiet but with just a touch of excitement. Who knows what important hint will be posted next? Who knows when we will suddenly be tossed into another room. Kind of like Narnia.
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You have to understand that in Los Angeles, it is very cold at night in the dog parks. Everybody walks around in insulated coveralls, even the dogs.
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Can I admit here in the secret room that I’ve never read The Chronicles of Narnia?
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Yes, you can, but nobody will ever talk with you again. Not really. As mentioned, seven year old has me reading them to her for about the fourth time. But others have not requested a reread. Still others have and have read them themselves. Different books for different folks. But I really enjoy them and it opens up interesting thoughts of God and His working in our lives.
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I have an idea my seven-year-old would like them, as well, just from what I’ve heard about the books. Perhaps that will be our next read-aloud series…
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234 — cool
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Of course, not all of us have clicked the button which sends us notice when another party has posted. Makes it a tad more challenging.
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Well, I’m not in Los Angeles, where it is very cold at night in the dog park, but here in Connecticut, I have put on my fingerless gloves because my hands are cold.
My spell check has underlined “Los Angeles”. Stupid spell check.
I’m thinking that if Donna doesn’t want to be cold, she should stay out of the dog park at night.
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Now that is a very sensible solution to her problem. Will she take it up?
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I think she has her heart set on getting one of those coveralls, so she can brave the very cold Los Angeles dog park nights.
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Lots of frost out tonight but I would not go so far as to say it is very cold.
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The last time I read Chronicles of Narnia out loud, I taped it–all seven books. We’re hunting those tapes now to make into a CD or MP3 to give the adorable grandchildren for Christmas.
At the rate we’re going out here in the cold, it may be next Christmas, however . . .
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Oh, this secret room. And to think Mumsee discovered it and I came along shortly thereafter. But not like Edmund, who spoiled their secret room.
6 Arrows- You are not alone. D3 doesn’t want to read the Chronicles, but only because it would spoil the movies. Sometimes I wonder if she is really my child. Well, in reality, at 20 years old, she is no longer a child, but, as I told her, she will always be my baby since she is the youngest.
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Not allowed to watch the movie until they read the book. At least that was the rule until everybody else decided I knew nothing about bringing people up so decided to have them watch the movies without the books. Neighbors, friends, acquaintances….Oh well…..
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Can’t let mumsee be last as well as first, can we?
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No way, wouldn’t be fair.
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Nope, not at all.
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it certainly is cold out today, but not very cold as they say in Los Angeles. Husband took seven year old to coffee with the old guys this morning. Eight year old will be going over to “grandma’s” house today. She is not a blood grandma but she certainly fills the spot. A couple of boys went to get some straw for the chickens. A couple of girls went to basketball practice. A few boys are playing poker.
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Oh, it’s colder here than in LA (46°) but with our sunshine and lack of ocean breezes, it feels nice out. Not t-shirt and shorts, mind you, but not insulated coveralls or parka and wool cap weather either.
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No sun here yet, but the white stuff fell from the sky this morning, so we’ve got lots of pretty whiteness around here to contrast with the gray skies. Temps in the mid-30s. Not bad.
And no breezes from either ocean.
Peter, how did you make the degree sign next to the number 46 in your post above? Is that possible on an ordinary keyboard that goes with a desktop computer?
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Oh yes, 6 Arrows. Hold the ALT key next tot eh space bar, then type the number 0176 on the keypad to the right (not the numbers above the letters). ° = a nice useful symbol, to a certain degree.
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*tot eh = to the (I need to proofread closer.)
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3:33
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That means nothing (my post above). I just saw that it was 2:33 my time, which means 3:33 blog time. I thought three threes was kind of cool. 😉
Now to read what Peter wrote…
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It is now 35° here. 🙂
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Yes! Now I will have to write that down somewhere so I don’t forget it.
Oh, and now we have in the secret room a tot, eh? 🙂
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Thanks, Peter!
What number is this?
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° = a nice useful symbol, to a certain degree.
I just noticed the “to a certain degree,” LOL!
Don’t give me the third ° for being slow to get the joke. 😉
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Hi, y’all. I figured this was the secret room, but had virtually no internet connection yesterday so I didn’t come by to say hello.
Anyone up for some hot cocoa?
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“Yeah, I could go for some hot cocoa,” says Third Arrow. 🙂
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Um, 25 minutes have gone by, and the hot cocoa still hasn’t arrived, Cheryl.
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Hi, I see there are attempts being made to keep certain people from being last as well as first.
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We have an indoor cat. I was hearing mouse sounds in my ceiling so we put the cat up there with some water. We will leave him there a couple of days and see if there is a change. Either his presence will drive them out or he will join in the party. He is an amazingly friendly cat.
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Another whole hour has gone by, and we’re still waiting for that hot cocoa. We need it to warm up. It is so very cold here.
“So very cold” being much worse than “very cold”, like at the dog park.
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Mumsee has an indoor cat???!!!
Strange things are happening here.
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Mumsee’s indoor cat. Very strange.
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Yes, Snowball is not happy being an indoor cat. Hopefully, the mice will quickly learn the error of their ways and he can be restored to his proper environment.
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Mumsee, how come you’re not over on the other thread grabbing 57? You’re slipping.
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Oh, so Snowball is only a temporary indoor cat.
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That’s what I was thinking, too Karen — only temporary — because, after all, snowballs melt in temperatures above 32°, and we know Mumsee’s house is quite balmy compared to, oh, say, dog parks.
Learning how to make the ° sign has come in very useful in this conversation, I must say.
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Mumsee has a cat in her house? Is this the end of the world as we know it?
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No, but it may be the end of a mouse.
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How does one get a litter box up into the ceiling?
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Same way one gets a cat and a bowl of water up there.
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I have not heard cat or mouse in several hours.
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That sounds like trouble to me.
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275 — that seems like some sort of milestone, doesn’t it?
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I hope the cat & the mouse didn’t battle to the death of both of them.
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Maybe the cat is sleeping off his delicious big mouse meal.
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Goodnight for now!
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Well, the little folk are settled in for the night. The neighbors tried to give us a fireworks display this evening, in honor of Jesus Christ and several birthdays and the return of son from the Academy. Unfortunately, they had the fireworks too close to the send off site and the sparks set off about fifteen to twenty of them without planning. And the lady’s coat caught fire. But all is well now. We were watching from our deck so quite some distance away. The neighbors were a tad disappointed but it was a lovely display.
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The little ones (except the 3 month old) are all settled for the night here, too. And soon the big ones are headed that way. But not to a very cold dog park in LA. Or a fireworks display in Idaho.
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you will have to keep trying….
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Good morning folks!
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A new day, and more competing to get last, I see. 😉
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Who would compete over something silly like that. I think I wrenched my back again, playing with the seven year old. She is fifty years younger than I am…..
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I wrenched my shoulder playing my 25-year-old piano, which is 27 years younger than I am.
But it probably weighs more than your seven-year-old…
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That reminds me of a funny story I heard one time about pianist Alicia de Larrocha. She was physically very short of stature (4-foot something, I don’t remember the inches), but a powerhouse at the piano.
It was reported by someone who watched her play one time that when she sat down on the bench at a huge grand piano, she realized the bench was too far away. So instead of moving the bench closer to the piano…
she reached forward, grabbed onto the piano, and yanked the huge grand toward her so it was the right distance from the bench!
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But, anyway, sorry about that wrenched back, Mumsee.
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thank you.
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If I don’t get back here for a couple days, Merry Christmas, all who are reading in the “secret room”! 🙂
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and merry Christmas to you as well, Six Arrows.
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Merry Christmas to whoever sees this!
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Wow. We are so close to 300. Almost 300 brilliant, profound comments.
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“…so close to 300” — yes.
“Almost 300 brilliant, profound comments.”
Hmm…debatable. 😉
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Merry Christmas, Mumsee and Karen.
One step closer to 300. 🙂
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Merry Christmas, Six Arrows.
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Merry Christmas, Karen O.
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Two more closer. We are back from the neighbors and a lovely Christmas eve supper and time of friendship. They will join us in the morning.
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Most of the children and I walked over in the snow, singing carols in the dark but it was not very cold so we were okay.
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I wonder what number flips this to the next page?
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Could it happen soon? Or will it be another hundred?
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Sure is a lonely Christmas Eve, guess I will go enjoy the family some more.
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What in the WORLD?!?
Gotta watch that Mumsee every second.
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Well, well, what a surprise. Another pleasant evening discussing Scripture and long hair and short hair and hats and head coverings and tradition and souls and spirits and can we transplant brains and be the same person?
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Oh, my…I think I will come back a different day and try to process that brain-transplanting business later.
Whew.
Good night, secret room lurkers.
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Merry Christmas! Here we are at three in the morning, putting out some gifts as we went to bed at eight thirty, too tired as usual. Soon it will be back to bed for the one morning each year when folk are allowed to sleep in. I doubt they will….
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(last)
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(she thinks)
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Christmas break. We are taking a break from opening. Children are fixing dinner. Husband and I were napping in our chairs, supervising children. We will open more packages this afternoon. It is not that we are insane gift givers, just lots of folks to buy for and open from and we do them one at a time.
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That’s how we open presents, too, Mumsee. Not all at once. And sometimes (like this year), not all on the same day.
Second Arrow was able to attend the extended family gathering for my husband’s side of the family last Sunday, so we also took that opportunity while she was here to open a few gifts and have her open hers from us.
Yesterday and today she wasn’t able to be home (and First Arrow had to work yesterday afternoon and evening), so it was hubby and I and the four youngest who did some more gift opening last night after church.
Today we went to church in the morning, then opened the rest of the presents under the tree in the afternoon before First Arrow had to go to work.
Tomorrow night Second Arrow comes home again, in time for the extended-family gathering on my side of the family Saturday, and she is bringing more presents for at least some of her younger siblings. Maybe more.
So Christmas — and gift-giving, and visiting — is pretty much a week-long event this year.
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Good evening all. Fun to see this still going.
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We had a nice Christmas. It was pretty quiet until Forrest came home. But we love his joyful noise.
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My family very kindly gave me dirt for Christmas.
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We’re waiting until Saturday evening to open gifts.
We had a wonderful afternoon and supper with friends and their little ones – children just make Christmas a bit more fun 🙂 and sticky.
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Midnight in the secret room.
What a cool place we have here.
Possibly very cool. 🙂
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But not as cold as a dog park at night in L.A., I’d gather. With those ocean breezes blowing, it must be very cold there.
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Our temps plummeted last night – it’s -14F and add a windchill to that – brrrrr. But the house is warm, friends and family are warm – it’s all good.
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Good morning all, this is third son’s birthday. I believe he is now approximately twenty eight.
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Good afternoon, my fellow wanderers. Nice to see people continuing to wander over to this room.
It is 36° and sunny again!! So glad to see that sun, and to see that I can still remember what Peter taught me about how to make the degrees sign. 😉
Happy Birthday to third son, Mumsee! He turned approximately three years old the day my friend S got married. It is her and her husband’s 25th anniversary today, and I remember their wedding very well.
It was an evening wedding — a Tuesday night, actually — and the bridesmaids, of whom I was one, carried in lit candles instead of flowers.
An interesting detail is that my friend’s sister, who was the matron of honor, and I were both pregnant.
Did I mention both of us expectant ladies were experiencing dizzy spells during that part of our pregnancies?
So I walked down the aisle with my lit candle, trying to enjoy the processional while telling myself something like, “Don’t faint. Don’t faint.” Maybe S’s sister was thinking the same.
OK, I’m being a little dramatic telling this story. Neither I nor the bride’s sister had any trouble with dizziness that night, praise God. (They did have two chairs set up for us in the front of the church should we need them, which was thoughtful and reassuring, but we did not need to utilize them.)
I thoroughly enjoyed being in my friend’s wedding the night after Christmas all those years ago. A memorable and most beautiful occasion, and so wonderful to see their marriage thriving and growing over these past 25 years.
What a blessing.
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Funny. We went to the wedding of a friend and videotaped it for them. Including the pregnant sister falling down in a faint.
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Oh no!
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People who write just one or two word comments are misusing the system.
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Nasty, nasty, nasty…
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That was three words.
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And that comment was four
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Five words in that last one…
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Six words there — I’m on a roll…
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I am so very impressed with my cleverness…
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We will get to 400 before we know it.
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Let’s see — I need ten words in this comment.
Ten!
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Will Mumsee say “Nasty, nasty, nasty” is one word, not three?
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Fine, then…I change my comment to “Mean and nasty.”
So there!
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After this comment of thirteen words, someone needs to write fourteen words.
Go!
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One more from me, to announce an important fact: this is comment number 333.
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🙂
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Okay, 6 arrows, you need to do something else now 🙂
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I just went and got the mail, Kare. Does that count? 🙂
Phooey — the pattern is broken now! 😛
Actually, I was thinking of sitting back down to read more of A Log Cabin Christmas. When I had the book checked out of the library many moons ago, I only had time to read Michelle’s story. Now that I have my own copy, I have begun reading through the book from start to finish.
Last night I finished the story before Michelle’s, and I am now going to reread “The Dogtrot Christmas” before moving on to the ones I haven’t read yet.
A better use of my time, yes? 😉
But I will peek in every now and then to make sure someone isn’t making numerous consecutive comments, secretly trying to get to 400 before anyone discovers that…
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I refer you to 6:45 PM on December 22, first paragraph.
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Doh!
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Oops, a one-word comment. 😉
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Mumsee keeps me on my toes.
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Off to do something else again so Kare doesn’t get on my case, again, too. 🙂
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A person can only have so many mommies and then she has to start taking personal responsibility.
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Personal responsibility. It’s a lost value in American society.
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Sadly true, Peter. So it is encouraging when we know someone taking personal responsibility for their actions.
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Wowza! We really are heading towards 400, aren’t we? At that point, either we will open a new door to another secret room, or the blog will implode.
I hoping it’s the former & not the latter.
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Don’t give up now, people!
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Not a chance. 😉 And very cool that you got 345 a couple comments ago — don’t know exactly what degree of cool that is, whether it be LA-dog-park-at-night cool or Mississippi-River cool, or Idaho cool, or Saskatchewan cool, but cool nonetheless. 🙂
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Connecticut is cool too. 😉
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I just watched a video of the bio children. The oldest was in fourth grade. I was hoping to make it onto a DVD but, unfortunately, I was not able to accomplish the mission. Husband took all of the children away for the afternoon so I could give it a try. I thought of sending it with him when he heads to Boise tomorrow for a week so he could ask one of the growns if they would get it copied but I am concerned that they are as busy as we are and it would end up forgotten and lost. Not all of the olders will be there. The ones who might get to it won’t be. Guess I will keep it here a while longer. Hilarious.
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Good job, 6!
We had an awesome time with our friends, the guys built mini forges in the shop and the girls baked cookies and went snowshoeing.
Tomorrow, son and girlfriend come and he just called to ask if some friends of his could stop by mid day because they want to meet Tim and me!! Fun – lots of friends this year!
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This is post number 351. Divided by 3 that’s 117. Divided by 9 that’s 39. Divided by 13 that’s 27. Now you know that 351 is not a prime number.
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Son got the recording to work!
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Hurray! Glad someone could figure out how to save old memories. I have a friend who used to write the software that converted Super 8 film into digital format.
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The children are bringing up wheelbarrows of firewood as the younger three and I will be home alone for the next week and temps are expected to drop significantly. Shouldn’t be very cold but around three degrees. They are moving hay to be accessible to me and the short folk.
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My children are funny. They were moving the hay bales. Mind you they are approximately six hundred pounds and they were moving them with their muscles as we don’t have heavy equipment. They had one bale within fifty feet of destination, they had moved it around six hundred feet. The second was a little over half way. They decided to drive over to the neighbor’s and ask another neighbor for his tractor so they could finish moving them. I laughed at them and reminded them what an incredible gift they have of being able to work so amazingly well together that they can without hesitation move a couple of six hundred pound bales. Again, this is not the first time. Already this year, they have moved fourteen of those big bales by hand, down and up hills. They are amazing. They thought about it and all laughed as they realized what a time waste it was.
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Moving a 600 pound hay bale is hard enough, but uphill? “Inconceivable!”
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Well, not uphill as in the Rockies, but uphill as in up a slight hill. Remember, these are hard working folks who can buck one hundred pound bales and eight pound feed sacks. Working together, they can accomplish a lot.
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It’s good that there are hard working young people. And working keeps one warm in cold weather. Maybe they should put 600 pound hay bales in the very cold dog parks in LA so the humans can keep warm why the dogs play. But since some of the Angelinos might not be strong enough for 600 pound round bales, they could make them 100 pound round bales.
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And I am making a lot of mistakes today. Must proof read.
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Everybody makes mistakes in life, Peter L, you must learn to forgive yourself.
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By the way, fifty seven. As in three hundred fifty seven.
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Sixty-two, as in three hundred sixty-two. 🙂
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Husband and older children made it safely to Boise. The roads were interesting and they had quite a bit of thirty mile an hour driving, not counting the stretch of posted twenty five mph speeds. But they did not see any accidents or even people who had slid off the road. Everybody was driving nicely, that’s good.
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Good to hear, Mumsee.
We had a nice gathering with my extended family yesterday. Good food and conversation, and skyping with my sister and her family on the east coast.
My dad, who is 85, told me yesterday that his former Sunday School teacher just died a week ago — at the age of 114. At the time of her death, she was the oldest documented living person in the state of Minnesota, seventh-oldest in the U.S., and twelfth-oldest in the world.
Her husband died in 1998, and she continued to live on their farm until she was 112 years old, when she went to live in some sort of seniors apartments. She never was in a nursing home, though she was receiving some hospice care at the very end. She died in her sleep.
My dad reports having run into her a few years ago, and she remembered him from her Sunday School class. We don’t know if that’s good or bad. 🙂 She never lost her keen memory, and had always worked hard.
When my dad saw her that time, when she was about 110, she mentioned how much she regretted having had to miss some party she’d recently been invited to — she had hurt her ankle while out weeding her garden for too long. 🙂
Amazing lady. Wish I would have met her — I don’t believe I ever did — but we’ll meet in heaven.
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Oh, and she kept trying new things. She had a smartphone — I could probably put that on the Rants & Raves thread, with the iPhone discussion going on there 😉 — and she was on Facebook, too! In fact, she filed a complaint with FB because she couldn’t put her real birth year on there because they wouldn’t list any year before 1905, and she was born in 1900!
Facebook, to make up for that, sent her 114 roses, I think it was, for her 114th birthday. 😉
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Speaking of family gatherings, as I was in my 12:52 comment above, then you’ve got my brother and his dark sense of humor…
If you don’t know, Sudafed can’t be purchased over the counter anymore because it is used in meth operations. I guess people purchasing excessive amounts can be spotted easier when it’s not an OTC drug.
Anyway, my brother needed Sudafed for its legitimate reason, congestion or whatever. When he asked for it, they asked to see his driver’s license.
Unfortunately for him, his license had expired three months earlier, and he hadn’t realized it — didn’t see the renewal notice when it come, or it slipped his mind, or something.
Anyway, they wouldn’t let him purchase the Sudafed with an expired driver’s license.
My brother looked at the lady behind the counter and joked, saying something like, “You know, you’re messing up my meth operation.” !!! 😯
She did not see the humor in that. 😉
Brother reported that on the way home, he saw a cop following him for a bit, and hoped it didn’t have something to do with that stern-faced, humorless lady at the pharmacy counter. 🙂
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Does he joke about bombs in airports? One of the seventeen year olds, an autistic one, is very excited to have passed his test so he could get a driving permit and begin the process of learning to drive. He has, of course, driven before on various farms.
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I hope to live the remainder of my life here on my farm. Husband was saying the other day that with his arthritis challenges, we might have to give up the farm. I reminded him that he has never done yard work, since we were married. That is what I do. And my arthritis has not gotten in the way yet, though it may and then we might need to look into it. But I do know that he would like a trouble free life so we may move someday.
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No, Mumsee, (1:58), he doesn’t, but point well-taken. I should not have passed along what he said, as the reality of that is not funny in the real world.
AJ, if you see my 1:05 above, please delete it. Thanks.
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Mumsee – Or one of your children (by then, grown up) could take over the farm & have you & Mike live there with them.
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There was no point to take. I thought his comment was funny. Unfortunately……I remember my aunt telling us in the parking lot of the airport where she worked, not to joke about bombs on planes. That was back in the early sixties.
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Karen, that is a possibility. There is also the possibility that a few of the children will never be able to be independent so they may live here with us and I will keep giving them chores to do…
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Well, well, I am about to get seventy five on here.
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maybe so…
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trying again for seventy five
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Congrats, Mumsee. 75 here and on today’s thread.
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Why, thank you.
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Don’t let it go to your head, Mumsee.
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Oh, certainly not. A little thing like a double seventy five within moments of each other?
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So, will this thread get to 400 before mumsee gives up being last, or after? Probably, whoever gets #400 will be last on this page, and the next one will be first on the next. We’re entering new territory for this blog. Anyone remember the Scrabble thread on WMB that went for several months and had over 2000 comments? That was fun while it lasted.
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It needn’t go on. I could be last now.
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Or you could let another be last.
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Those people who were born in 1957 & graduated high school in 1975 sure are competitive.
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Me? Not a competitive bone in my body. I just like to win.
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I rest my case.
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What? My little boy, on the other hand, finds great joy in the playing, but never by the rules. He is trying to play break the ice with little sister. She patiently sets it up, he clobbers it. She tries again. No sense of rules or the fun of winning, it is all about destroying. We continue to try. He is nearly nine years old….
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What is the real trying to pull here? Of course, if I post anonymously, I will never be last.
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Is it just me or is the background black now. Did it change while I was waiting for this page to load, or is this one black while the others are whatever light color you call it?
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I think it’s just this thread. Today’s daily thread was light green, while this one is black.
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Peter,
It’s all over. Well it was, now I’ve changed it again. I’m tinkering with some new blog toys…. 🙂
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The real is trying to steal four hundred. But we are on to him and he shall not prevail….
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Ooh, and we’re so close!
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Like, really close.
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Everyone has gone home and the house is so quiet now.
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Apparently it’s quiet around here right now, too.
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We had a wonderful Christmas this year although I missed seeing my sister and her family and my folks in Calgary.
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We’re hoping to get our semi truck load of tamarack logs for our furnace this week. In the meantime, husband will head out later today and pick up some free pine logs to burn.
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Well, I may just have to go for it.
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399 is my guess on this number
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400!
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