All Manner of Turkey Cuteness

So a couple of years ago I tore out a place card idea from a Martha Stewart Living Magazine. Victoria saw it last year and wanted to make the craft, but we didn’t have enough time. Today, however, we went to work and just look at the All the Cuteness. . .

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You can find the “How To” here. Martha’s colors are a little more “sophisticated”, but Victoria did the choosing and wanted HAPPY turkeys. We got our cardstock at Hobby Lobby, then ran next door to Wal Mart for cheap yarn. The tan is sort of a mottled khaki and brown.

We did the yellow and brown, then the red and brown, but Thad wanted all three, so he did his that way, and Victoria and I both agree that the color combo is the cutest as it draws out the colors of the cardstock.

The only thing we did differently from Martha was to add a clothes pin on the back rather than the paper circle on the bottom. (And buy our yarn at Wal Mart rather than raising the sheep, sheering the wool, carding and spinning it, then dying it with plant dyes that we made from vegetables grown in our organic garden that we fertilize with the sheeps’ manure before finally serving the mutton and vegetables on the same table as the placecards that they helped to make.) That way it will TRULY stand on its own and can be reused next year if we so choose. We also used hot glue to adhere the paper turkey body and the clothes pin.

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Victoria thought the turkeys needed a snack. We bought the bread at Wal Mart too.

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A Walk

So, there is absolutely NO reason whatsoever for me to be in a Funk, but I am. It’s the Sunday Night Funk. It is an actual phenomena from which school teachers suffer. . .and probably everyone else who has a weekday job. It is the precursor to a Case of the Mondays. (Name that movie.)

In an effort to blow the cobwebs out, I went for a walk, and this is what I saw:

*white rose petals from a tearose bush on the concrete sidewalk
*a Red Oak that was, indeed, red
*a yellow Elm
*a Tallow tree (which Tony HATES because they drop these hard, greasy berries all over everything) that was in all of its maroon–nearly purple–autumnal glory. They may be trash trees, but the earn their place in the fall
*someone sitting beside a window in the dark
*the park that the kids and I used to frequent which was the source of this post from long ago–and evidently they’ve not fixed the water problem, because the ground was still squishy
*a garage door that was all white except for the very top panel which was tan
*the light from my own garage as I rounded the corner to head home

So I can’t say that the funk is completely gone. . .but the walk helped. Maybe my current state of mind has to do with the stack of essays I have left to grade before tomorrow since it’s the end of the 6 weeks. Hmmmmmmmmmm. . .I am thinking that Procrastination is the precursor to The Funk which is the precursor to A Case of the Mondays.

Funny whether it’s true or not.

So this has gotten around the internet/e-mail circles many times, but it’s still funny. I especially like the ones with animals. . .those, to me, are the funniest.
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A 1st grade school teacher had twenty-six students in her class. She presented each child in her classroom the 1st half of a well-known proverb and asked them to come up with the remainder of the proverb. It’s hard to believe these were actually done by first graders. Their insight may surprise you. While reading, keep in mind that these are first-graders, 6-year-olds, because the last one is a classic!

1.Don’t change horses… until they stop running.

2.Strike while the… bug is close.

3.It’s always darkest before… Daylight Saving Time.

4.Never underestimate the power of… termites.

5.You can lead a horse to water but… How?

6.Don’t bite the hand that… looks dirty.

7.No news is… impossible

8.A miss is as good as a… Mr.

9.You can’t teach an old dog new… Math

10.If you lie down with dogs, you’ll… stink in the morning.

11.Love all, trust… Me.

12.The pen is mightier than the… pigs.

13.An idle mind is… the best way to relax.

14.Where there’s smoke there’s… pollution.

15.Happy the bride who… gets all the presents.

16.A penny saved is… not much.

17.Two’s company, three’s… the Musketeers.

18.Don’t put off till tomorrow what… you put on to go to bed.

19.Laugh and the whole world laughs with you, cry and… You have to blow your nose.

20.There are none so blind as… Stevie Wonder.

21.Children should be seen and not… spanked or grounded.

22.If at first you don’t succeed… get new batteries.

23.You get out of something only what you… See in the picture on the box

24.When the blind lead the blind… get out of the way.

25.A bird in the hand… is going to poop on you.

26.Better late than… Pregnant

Various and Sundry Minutiae

1. This will be a list of all things trivial.

2. Not QUITE so trivial, but someone cut, ripped, and stole almost all of the wiring from the interior of our house last weekend. Saturday it was there, Sunday afternoon when we went after church it was gone. They only vandalized that, so it wasn’t so bad. People steal it for the copper, then strip the covering off and sell the copper. It’s not cool at all.

3. The house has now been re-wired and insulated, but not dry-walled. As of an hour ago, the wires were still snuggled in tight behind the insulation.

4. Thad has been on a roll. The other morning he walked into my room and announced, “I’ve got lots of brains!” “Why, yes you do, Boy,” was my reply. . .and humility too. 🙂 “I have FIVE brains,” he continued, “. . .a Lego brain, a Transformer brain, a computer brain, an Indiana Jones brain, and my regular brain.” This morning he was so excited to tell his sister that he had decorated his race car on the computer “WITH PRIMARY COLORS!!!” Then, after he was dressed in his suit for church (he chose to wear the suit today for his 2nd term of card-picker-upper duty), he wanted Victoria to guess who he looked like. She said, “Daddy? No? Mr. David? No? I don’t know. . .” Thad’s reply? “I’m the professor from ‘The Music Man.’ All I need is a suitcase, then I could sing, ‘Oh, you got Trouble, right here in river city, with a capital T and that rhymes with P and that stands for pool. . .”

I kid. You. Not. He’s seen “The Music Man” all of twice.

5. For fun, Victoria did an extra credit math sheet while we drove out to the property.

6. I did not quote musicals at the age of 7 or do math for fun. EVER. Nor did their Daddy.

7. I took TWO naps yesterday. . .one on the couch from 10:00-12:15, and one in my bed from 2:30-4:15. In between, I sat on the couch.

8. After all of my rest, I went to buy groceries, and the ’80’s hits were rollin’. I heard “True” by Spandau Ballet, “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun”, “Ghostbusters”, “Pour Some Sugar on Me” to name a few. I also heard lots of whistling and singing from many different people. They were happy, and probably as glad to sing along with “Ghostbusters” as was I.

“If you’ve had a dose of a freaky ghost, maybe,
you better call Ghostbusters. . .”

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9. The week after the hurricane we did not get to see ANY pictures as we were without power. After it was all said and done, I finally got on the computer to take a look around the Texas Gulf Coast. There were many, many devastating images, but this is the one that caused me to gasp in disbelief. I am very familiar with Galveston Island, and it took me a moment to figure out exactly where this was. . .it was two blocks up the seawall from my in-laws house. On a five lane road–which is Seawall Boulevard. I was just amazed.

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10. Over across from the Fish Tale and Shark Dude were two stores that we frequented for touristy stuff. They are gone. And I have NO idea how they cleaned all this stuff up. Again I say, amazing.

11. MY list goes to 11. Which is one more than 10. It doesn’t JUST go to 10, it goes to 11. Can you name the movie in which going to 11 rather than 10 was so important? I went to 11 to show you this. . .a pretty flower.

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The First Step of Many

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I got to have a Mommy moment on Sunday morning. Thad picked up cards at church for the first time. There are “attendance cards” where we go to church. It’s a way of communication–of checking on people–of connecting with visitors–of seeing how many people were there. After the card is filled out, it goes on the end of the pew, and before the sermon, during one of the songs, boys go down the aisle and pick up the cards. These boys are normally between the ages of 7-12. It’s the first job that they get to do during the worship service. There will be other jobs–scripture reading, serving communion, song leading, public prayer, devotionals–so this is a good way to start them out. They get the “feel” of being in front of a large congregation of people with very little risk involved.

I remember the first time my brother “picked up cards.” It was quite an honor. It still is.

So, Sunday morning after communion, Tony walked Thad to the foyer to show him the ropes. He was assigned an outside aisle, and I watched–teary eyed–from the balcony as my boy took the first step of many down his (hopefully) long road of service and responsibility as part of the body of Christ. The look of pride on his face when he and his Daddy got back to our pew let me know that he understood how important that job is. . .how important he is. . .and that service to his earthly and Christian family–service to God at any age is something to cherish.

“Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it.” Proverbs 23:6

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Ch-ch-changes. . .

We have a new realtor. The story attached to the other realtor is sort of long and protracted and littered with things that don’t quite add up. But we have a new gal. And tomorrow, someone will come and paint over my kitchen wallpaper. New Gal says so. I had feared this. I am quite sure I can imagine the reactions to my wallpaper from those who don’t think as highly of it as I do.

I, actually, love my wallpaper. It is very LauraAshleyWaverlyEarly’90’s-ish, and though it is FLOOR-UHHL and dated beyond belief, I still adore it. It was, very likely, the first time in my life I got to pick exactly what I wanted with cost not being an option–the cost was included in the price of the house, and they had about five billion samples. This one came in various color schemes–sort of winter/spring/summer/autumn. I chose the more summery of the bunch–yellow, periwinkle, pink, mauve, sage, hunter. It was and is about as “me” as you can get. Tony “let” me get the very floral paper if I agreed to NOT push the pickled oak cabinets. THANK GOODNESS I wanted the wallpaper more. . .otherwise all of the cabinetry would need to be painted as well.

Tony has called our kitchen the “Langley Studio” as I always had the kid’s “official” pictures made in front of the floral wallpaper. It was always clean–not blank and neutral. So the wallpaper is captured photographically for all time, and tomorrow Jay with the eastern European accent will come and skim coat and prime and then paint over it forever. It will be better–neutral–a blank canvas for the new owners–not offensive to prospective husbandly buyers, but underneath it will always be my ROCKIN’, pretty wallpaper.

R.I.P. lovely wallpaper–Rest In Paint.

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Heroes

I have a friend.

I’ve been his friend even when he wasn’t or couldn’t be mine. He is beautiful and talented and smart and charismatic and horribly addicted to things that have ruined the promise of his life. He is in trouble again. Just 36 hours ago, he was incarcerated. I’ve not talked to him in years–but God saw fit for me to somehow know this information. And now I ask you to pray for him. Pray for my friend who is still beautiful and talented and smart and charismatic and holds the promise of God’s constant love and care for his children. Especially his lost ones. This friend of mine has children of his own–people who have loved him because of and in spite of his constant battle with addiction–people who have practiced unconditional love and tough love and whatever kind of love it took to help him again and again and again for all the years that he has struggled.

I know that God has not forgotten him. I have not forgotten him.

Please.

Pray for my friend.

I loved my friend
He went away from me
There’s nothing more to say
The poem ends soft as it began –
I loved my friend.
Langston Hughes