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good night, john boy.
Apr. 24th, 2008 11:17 pmI watched my first episode of The Waltons today. Random trivia: My grandmother's best friend was/is John Boy's (great?) aunt. I believe I thought that meant that she was famous when I was little. She had a GIGANTIC house that I used to love to go look around in. As an adult.. umm... well, it wasn't a small house but it isn't exactly a mansion or anything. Sweet lady.
I sewed a pair of pants for the little monster this afternoon, and I have decided that if I never sew with knits again, it will be too soon. UGH! They look horrible, but they seem to fit so they are fine for at-home pants. M took the baby to the video game store and Home Depot this evening to give me a break*, and I also sewed a hanging wetbag--see, if I market it that way, I don't have to mention that I really didn't intend for it to be a hanging bag, but it won't stretch enough to fit in our garbage can so I added a hanging "feature". :) We've needed a second bag this entire time, but I never got around to ordering one, and finally I got fed up and decided to make one. It took me less than an hour so it's not like I couldn't have done this ages ago.
My husband has just announced that he is considering pursuing a life of crime. The problem with criminals is that they are stupid beyond reason and cannot figure out exactly why their nitwit schemes will never work. Case in point: a friend of the family had their house broken in, twice, by their disabled teenage son's friend. In a town of 10,000 people, they head to the premier (and closest) pawn shop. I can't even remember if there's another one in town, but everyone knows this one. To get there--oh, by the way, his MOM IS DRIVING HIM THERE--you drive straight until you hit the main road through town and turn onto it and drive one mile. He goes in and pawns a distinctive piece of jewelry for two hundred dollars, and of course, gives them his name. Did I mention that the home owner is the county jailer? Also, what kind of mom participates in her son's feeble breaking and entering schemes? The kind who is now out on bail, that's what kind. Morons. The only thing that they could have done worse? Well... I guess they could have put it on YouTube. Let's not even get started on that one right now, though.
*He warned me, as he left the house, that if he came home and found that I had been working while he was gone, he was going to lock me in the basement. I didn't point out that as far as having a break from baby goes, being locked in the basement would actually just lengthen my baby break. Of course, I am a little afraid of our basement--at least the part best suited for locking someone in--so it would not be a great plan on my part, but if I am ever really hard up for some alone time, I will keep it in mind.
I sewed a pair of pants for the little monster this afternoon, and I have decided that if I never sew with knits again, it will be too soon. UGH! They look horrible, but they seem to fit so they are fine for at-home pants. M took the baby to the video game store and Home Depot this evening to give me a break*, and I also sewed a hanging wetbag--see, if I market it that way, I don't have to mention that I really didn't intend for it to be a hanging bag, but it won't stretch enough to fit in our garbage can so I added a hanging "feature". :) We've needed a second bag this entire time, but I never got around to ordering one, and finally I got fed up and decided to make one. It took me less than an hour so it's not like I couldn't have done this ages ago.
My husband has just announced that he is considering pursuing a life of crime. The problem with criminals is that they are stupid beyond reason and cannot figure out exactly why their nitwit schemes will never work. Case in point: a friend of the family had their house broken in, twice, by their disabled teenage son's friend. In a town of 10,000 people, they head to the premier (and closest) pawn shop. I can't even remember if there's another one in town, but everyone knows this one. To get there--oh, by the way, his MOM IS DRIVING HIM THERE--you drive straight until you hit the main road through town and turn onto it and drive one mile. He goes in and pawns a distinctive piece of jewelry for two hundred dollars, and of course, gives them his name. Did I mention that the home owner is the county jailer? Also, what kind of mom participates in her son's feeble breaking and entering schemes? The kind who is now out on bail, that's what kind. Morons. The only thing that they could have done worse? Well... I guess they could have put it on YouTube. Let's not even get started on that one right now, though.
*He warned me, as he left the house, that if he came home and found that I had been working while he was gone, he was going to lock me in the basement. I didn't point out that as far as having a break from baby goes, being locked in the basement would actually just lengthen my baby break. Of course, I am a little afraid of our basement--at least the part best suited for locking someone in--so it would not be a great plan on my part, but if I am ever really hard up for some alone time, I will keep it in mind.
