Good Therapy

As y'all know, I've been working on improving my crocheting, and lately, began to make hats. This Christmas, I plan on giving all my nieces and nephews home made hats and scarves along with their gifts, and as I was working on Faith's hat, the Elders saw them and wanted to pay me to make them one. Being Missionaries and a good source of therapy for me, I told them I'd make them the hats for free, they just needed to pick out their yarn colors. It took me 2 weeks to finish both hats, but I really liked the way they turned out. These are the hats.



I will not lie, though it was a ROYAL pain in the butt due to the type of yarn, the purple and black is my favorite. I didn't rig it to be striped, niether of them really, and it was soooooooooooooo soft. I think that I will start making more, and am toying with the idea of charging people for labor. They can furnish their own yarn, but depending on size, I'll charge them for the time it takes me to make them. I just need to decide on what would be reasonable, any ideas or suggestions???

Flair

Lately on the nights that I cannot sleep, I'll get on Facebook because it doesn't require much brain activity, and just look at the different apps that I have. The other night, I decided to see if they've got any new "Flair" and found some pretty good ones. With all the hype on the Swine Flu, I've taken to telling people who ask me if I have it, that I don't have the curly tail or a snout, so it's gotta be the regular flu.
With people dying from the Swine Flu, I know it's not a joking matter, but I can't resist, and I'm not the only one. As I was browsing through the flair, I found one with a cartoon pig that's wearing a hospital mask. Above and below it it said "Swine Flu, Bacon's Revenge". Now just spending HOURS, and I mean HOURS looking at little pieces of Flair tells ya that I have no life, especially when I'm sick. As I was finding all these funny little ones, my absolute favorite at this moment is
" Don't knock on Death's door, ring the doorbell and run away, he hates that!"

A WOW Moment

On Tuesday Kaitlynn came over to make cookies with me. The FIRST thing I did when we started, was explain to her that the Oven is really hot and that she couldn't touch it or she'd get burned really bad. She fully understood as each time I opened the oven door, or Layla came near to the oven, Kaitlynn would say "really hot". She did GREAT at following directions, and helping with the cookies.

On the second to the last batch, we were doing some editing on photos and I told her to peek into the oven and see if the cookies were done. I knew the timer hadn't gone off, but thought I would give her something to do. Two seconds or so later, I hear Kaitlynn holler "They're done". I got up, took the 10 steps it takes to get to the kitchen, and stopped in shock.The oven door was wide open, and Kaitlynn was standing in front of it.
As I approached the oven, I discovered the cookie sheet was sitting on the stove. Kaitlynn had opened the oven, grabbed the towel I was using as a hot pad, and pulled the cookies out herself, and placed them on the stove. She did not get burned, and was quite proud of herself for what she did. I put the cookies back in the oven to let them continue to bake, then took her aside and explained to her that she couldn't do that without an adult around to help.
I proceeded to tell her that it was ok, I was proud of her for not getting burned and trying to help, and not mad at her.
I then sent her mother a text message telling her what had happened, that I was shocked about it all and that it was all so fast. Part of me was proud of that little girl, this story is proof of how we need to be examples. When we don't know it, we're being watched, and others learn by example. I wasn't aware at how intently Kaitlynn was watching and learning what I was doing, until she did the unthinkable for a 3yr old, without being injured. Seriously, what 3yr old do you know, would think to take an extremely hot cookie sheet out of a oven at 375 degrees with a towel or oven mitt??? All I can say and have been saying since the incident is "WOW".

My New Roommate

Today's entry is all about my new roommate. I call him Mighty Mouse, and this is why. A few days ago, Dave was sitting in our room, and saw a movement out the corner of his eye. The light was on, and 4 dogs were in the room, but this big mouse shot across the room, and under the door.
We let Mom and Dad know the following morning, they purchased more traps, and after it was baited and set, we placed it under our entertainment center. That night, as we were watching TV with the light on and 4 dogs in the room, again, "Mighty Mouse" ran across the floor, and into the closet behind Merlyn's kennel. Merlyn was sleeping soundly in his kennel, so we pulled it out, had "Mighty" cornered, literally, and sent Mason to catch him.
After a failed attempt at Mason chasing him, Gus caught on to the excitement, and before long, he joined Mason in tracking the mouse through the basement. The mouse had gotten away, for now, and everyone went to bed. Early this morning, when I got Dave up for work, I was getting ready to get up and turn the Bedroom light back off, when once again, Mighty darted from under the entertainment center and out the door. I know it's only a matter of time before he's caught, but I must say, this isn't any ordinary mouse, this is the first mouse I've seen that is brave enough to be seen by 4 dogs.