Tales of a Shoebox Princess

Can it please be spring soon? I fear that winter is playing her little April Fool's joke a day early by dumping 5+ inches of snow on us. My poor daffodils don't know what to think--their tips are already visible (or they were visible yesterday, and would be today if not for the SNOW) but they look so bedraggled having been squished and frozen by late snowstorms this year. I hope the daffodils don't give up; I would hate to miss out on having flowers in the yard. And despite the snow, Jimmy still has baseball practice. But it is indoor practice, which irks him. We are all crazy for playing outside in warm weather, but alas, warm weather eludes us. Tomorrow, the high school team will make its first cuts, and while I think Jimmy is a good baseball player, I try not to be very hopeful that he will remain on the team. If he doesn't make the team, at least there is community baseball (P.L.A.Y.) and everyone plays in community baseball. Besides, playing with PLAY is mo

Katie brought back 800+ pictures on her camera. You'll be relieved to know that I won't be uploading all of them here on this blog. But I have chosen a few that I liked (in addition to the one I posted yesterday of her with a certain special someone! not!) Here is a picture for my brother, Mike. Mike, you'll be happy to know that Katie's deprogramming from her Communist exposure went well. She is no longer spouting quotations from the Little Red Book. Not just one kite, but a bunch of kites all strung together. You can't see it very well, but each kite has a painted face on it, and all of the faces are grimacing. I think they look like Mexican wrestler masks. Now here are some pictures with Katie in them: In a jade shop, Katie and Alex mimic the statuary: Katie and a million dollar piece of carved jade (no, she didn't buy it. Sigh. Now we'll never have a jade horse in the house!): Head over to the Laker Band Adventure website (link to the right) for

* English translation on a bag Katie brought back from China. Katie is home from China! She made it safe and in very good spirits. She is totally sick of Chinese food and she said that Chinese food from China is different from Chinese food served in Chinese restaurants here in the US. She wanted Taco Bell and pizza immediately. We've spent over an hour looking at her pictures and hearing stories of China adventures. Before she went to China, she was very excited about the "dancing on the tables" at a restaurant listed on her itinerary. Yes, she said, they really do allow you to dance on the tables there. And Katie seems to have made a friend at that particular event. Witness: Oh. My. Word. ... ... Can you imagine a mother's thoughts of horror at seeing a picture like this??? Actually, I nearly laughed my trachea out. She says she was dancing (not on the table) with two friends. He grabbed her camera and gave it to her friend Riley; then grabbed her hands an

I finished almost everything on my list! I have yet to cut out my bathrobe, but I did ever'thang else. And Mom, I PROMISE I will sew my bathrobe soon. She bought the material for me for my birthday way back in December--how's that for laziness? Buy someone the basic elements for a present and have them put it together themselves? JUST KIDDING--don't bite your hand at me, Mom! But I kid my mom, although not nearly as much as my brothers do. Holy buckets, for someone we all feared as kids, my mom is surely not a very imposing figure now based on the mercilessness of my brothers' teasing. And for all she had to put up with from five willful children who didn't know or care to know how to behave, now she has to put up with the constant teasing. I won't go into what we tease her about because I'm the nicest child of the five. har. I'm sure my children will never ever tease me. Ever. ANYWAY. In other news, Katie comes home tomorrow. She's proba

I have hardly done anything productive this Spring Break! I blame it all on sickness. I had a bit of a return of the queasy stomach yesterday afternoon, so not much was accomplished yesterday besides cleaning out my bedroom closet and half-making the bed. I can't find the top sheet. How do you lose a queen-sized top sheet? Today I resolve NOT to be sick so that I can complete a list of to-do items and feel like I did manage to not totally waste all this time at home with the kids. We didn't even do anything fun this spring break! Anyway, here is my to-do list. Maybe if I publish it, I will be more motivated to get some of these things done. And you can see how really EXCITING my life is. These are not necessarily in order: 1. Find the top sheet for the bed and finish making it 2. Spend 15 minutes cleaning on my side of the bedroom so I can vacuum it 3. Vacuum my side of the bedroom 4. Fold laundry 5. Cut out bathrobe 6. Sew one pair of pants for sis-in-law 7. Prepare lu

MyHeritage : Family tree - Genealogy - Celeb - Collage - Morph Only 15 %? Dude*, that kid looks 99% like his dad. I'll take responsibility for the nose and the weakening of the eyesight, but the rest of Jimmy is all his dad. *Can I legally say "Dude" if I am 40?

Since I don't have any events of interest to blog about (other than Jim went back to work today after taking a sick day yesterday, and I'm feeling much better. We'll see if Hayley is feeling better today--she's been down with a sore throat), I thought I'd post a random picture from my archives. Who knows? Maybe this will be an ongoing topic here at the shoebox castle. I took this picture during my last trip to Florida, which was too long ago. I really need to go back for a visit with my sister. I get so much cross-stitching and sewing and other crafty things done when I visit her. Anyway, I was on a walk and spotted this plant (some sort of cabbage?). The colors were so interesting; I love the green/purple combo. When I take pictures of objects other than my kids, I go for color. I love bright colors, as any one who has been in the hall of my basement can attest--several picture of flowers line the wall. I also have my sunset picture on top of the compute

In my haze of sickness, I almost forgot to wish my sister a very happy birthday! Happy Birthday, Jenni! Go to Froggybaby's Pond and wish her a happy...29th birthday!

Just a quick note to say that now I'm sick! Thanks a lot, Paul! Jim is sick too, but he isn't throwing up. We're both pretty pathetic. I am feeling slightly better than I was at 5 a.m. though, as you might surmise from the fact that I'm blogging. No pictures in this post either. No one wants to see what regurgitated spinach lasagna looks like. Trust me.

MyHeritage : Look-alike Meter - Vintage photos - Old photos Seriously, Katie does NOT look more like me than Hayley. I'll have to have Hayley reevaluated using some different pictures. Although I do freely admit that Katie looks a lot like my sister Jen.

Good things come in Easter baskets, but too much of those good things is sometimes not a very good thing. Paul spent the better part of the morning offering up his Easter candy to the porcelain altar. Well, I don't know if it was for sure because he ate 30+ malted milk balls yesterday or not, but he isn't feeling very well right now. Poor guy. Tummyache notwithstanding, he's still the same old science-minded kid: he has been weighing himself after throwing up to see how much the upchucking is costing him, pounds-wise. He says he has lost 5 lbs. I'm making him sip liquids and so far, as of 1:20, it has been three hours since his last episode and he says he might be getting better. Hopefully, he can get some sleep too; he was awake pretty early this morning, feeling ill. 50 bonus points to all those who spotted the picture of Katie on the Great Wall of China at the band blog! I am so glad Sheri B (one of the chaperones) is sharing the band's experiences with

So I can post Easter pictures. Here are some teenagers going out to "hide" eggs (lob them into the snow). Paul has a sizable basket of eggs to hide around the yard. He looks like he's going to use it for bicep curls. A group of egg-hunters. Back row: Sophie McNurlin (my stepsister's daughter), Matt, Hayley. Front row: Dylan Hawley (my brother Jake's son), and Sidney McNurlin. Matt finds an egg. In the foreground you can see my niece Mimi's hat. You can see some of the pockmarks in the snow and some of the lighter eggs resting in the snow. Hayley found that some eggs contained coins! My brother Mike expounds on something (windmills, going off the grid, using used fry oil as fuel, practical jokes, hunting, fishing, ostrich meat, movie quotes, various dangerous escapades in his youth, endodontistry, using gum wrapper foil as graffiti...you pick a topic) while Jim helps himself to broccoli salad. We ran out of mashed potatoes (sorry, Mom. I came up on

The snow is trying its very hardest to melt, but it is still blindingly white outside. The kids had an egg hunt at Grandma's house yesterday after church, but because of the 10 inches of snow, some of them gave up after a bit because of very cold hands from having to dig the eggs out of the drifts. Why were the eggs buried? Because some teenage boys (ahem Jimmy and Paul) thought it was too much work to place eggs gently around the yard for little kids to find and decided instead to lob the eggs from the porch into the yard, which created little pockmarks in the snow where each egg fell. The pockmarks were quite deep too. Anyway, I'm sure that as the snow melts, Grandma will find several uncollected plastic eggs around her yard. I'd upload some pictures, but I can't find my camera at the moment. The kids are happy to be free from school and it seems that none of them have been given much homework to do. So I gave them chores to keep them busy. Oddly, none of them

Check out the Laker Band Adventure link to the right--there is a good picture of Katie! Scroll down to the fourth picture on the website! There's my little girl! I'm sure she is having a good time on the other side of the world.

"For God so loved the world that he gave his Only Begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life." John 3:16 One of my favorite scriptures. Happy Easter! The kids must be getting old. None of them woke us up at the crack of dawn to hunt for Easter eggs. In fact, Jim and I had to wake them all up. And we sat around for a little bit before getting any of the kids up. Some day in the not to distant future, we won't color eggs, hide and seek eggs, we won't fill up Easter baskets. It's kind of sad. And with Katie gone, it's a glimpse at our future--the emptying of the nest. Yesterday we went to Dave's to wish Owen a happy first birthday. I have never seen a kid smile so big or be so ready to burst with joy as Owen did when we all sang "Happy Birthday." He got scared when the kids were batting at the pinata, but he cheered right up when we sang to him again. Here are the Hawleys: Dave, Owen, and Ma

They even share the same first name. But my Katie is NOT married to Tom Cruise, thank goodness.

It's snowing again. Last night, in order to barbecue hamburgers for Hayley's birthday dinner, Jim had to shovel 10 inches of snow off the deck. And yes, we barbecued outside despite it being still firmly winter here. No picture of it this time. But I do have a picture of Hayley's cake. She wanted bunnies and chocolate eggs on it, so what easier way to do bunnies than to get some Bunny Peeps. And chocolate eggs were easy to come by as well, although it meant fighting through half the population of Savage who had all congregated in the Easter candy aisle at Target. Hayley is showing off her new Mp3 player and her new watch. Now she can join Jimmy and Paul as music zombies, unable to hear me call their names, dead to the world, living only in a world with surround-sound bass pumping through their heads and screeching vocal solos knocking their eyeballs out of their sockets. And here is Jim who hasn't had his picture posted on my blog castle walls, except on the sidebar

Katie checks in at the school for her China trip: She should be in flight by now. Have fun, TaterBean! Take lots of pictures! Check out the China trip link to the right if you are interested in what the band does while they are visiting China. And Jimmy decided to lie down in the snow for reasons only known to aspiring macho teenage boys. Yes, he is barefooted and wearing NO jacket.

Happy birthday, Hayley! 11 years ago today, I got my second girl. What a relief that was, knowing I would not have three boys in a row like my poor mother had. Hayley was probably the easiest birth out of the five. My mother was in attendance so that she could actually see a birth. Mom was a good spectator--she was quiet and didn't try to get me to do something I didn't want to do. The doctor did that. I had to argue with the doctor about an episiotomy--I didn't want one and knew that I didn't need one, he wanted to perform one. It's hard to argue while trying to deliver a baby. But I won and I was right. Here is Hayley at the age of 2 1/2. This was during a time when she had a tendency to put Tupperware on her head. She doesn't do it anymore, thank goodness. She was such an angelic child, really. I always thought that Matt and Hayley were my reward for dealing with Jimmy when he was little. And she is still an angelic child, except that she would r

MyHeritage : Look-alike Meter - Family pics - Roots I don't believe it. Hayley looks more like me! I'll do the other children later.

I've posted three successive posts that feature Katie, while the other kids have been neglected. So today and tomorrow I'm dedicating to Hayley, who won't let me use any of her nicknames on this blog. She is poking me now even as I type the suggestion that she might actually be known by names other than Hayley. Can you hear her wail, "Mo-o-o-o-o-o-om!"? Then you might hear a large sigh followed by stomping up the stairs. Here is a picture of Hayley on the last day of being 10 years old: She is wearing one my most favorite sewing creations. I sewed that robe for her for Christmas and I just love it. (I may not be focusing on Katie, but the sewing theme carried over!) It's a flannel-backed silky fabric, so it's pretty and cozy all at once! But my favorite part of the robe is the ruffly sleeve. After breakfast (see above picture of Hayley getting ready to pour a hard-to-find cereal that is a favorite for four out of five Evans children--Katie doesn

There is a website devoted to the PLHS band's China trip. If you would like to see a very brief clip of the band and a second or two of Katie waving her arms around, click this link: LINK. Scroll down to the video clip. This website will be updated to inform all those interested in the trip of the goings-on and various events and sites that the PLHS band will experience. And boy, will Katie's arms be tired by the end of the trip. Katie will be mostly directing the band on the trip. She is taking her flute just in case, but does not anticipate playing it.

Maybe I've seen too many movies, but my post titles have morphed from B-grade horror flicks to cheesy sequels. Although one could make a case that this title would also make a good B-movie horror title. Imagine the lining (the reincarnated revenge-minded soul of a girl who was mercilessly teased) turning deadly--slowly squeezing the prom queen to death as the dance wears on and no one believes her until it's too late. Then the lining detaches from the dress and goes after the chaperones and most of the cheerleader squad and the basketball team and assorted student council members until some chess club geek queen rips the lining apart with her heirloom silver seam ripper that she carries with her always. So this is my sewing/foodstorage (although you can't see my food shelf and closet from this angle)/craft room. I also have pictures on the ledge to keep me company when I spend large amounts of time in here. The sewing machine is older than I am, sez my mom, but the mac

Katie has started on her prom dress. This is the dress she is going for, except the dress will actually go over both shoulders and have sleeves. The skirt overlay will be sheer and the embellishment will be made with buttons. The picture of the fabric sadly does not do it justice. It is a very yellow yellow, a bright vibrant yellow. The sheer overlay is also washed out; it's more golden than the picture shows. Of course I will post pictures as she works on the dress. She has the lining of the dress sewn together--now we fit it to her and make adjustments. She is sewing it, but I am hovering and offering advice. So far she hasn't thrown the scissors at me. I guess that means we are having a good time.

Woke up today to this: On Sunday, the snow was almost gone from the yard. Now it's all white again. Yes, I know we live in Minnesota where this kind of weather is to be expected, but I've been wearing my parka for three months straight and I am tired of it. I want to be able to wear just a sweater outside. I want to see the tulips and daffodils coming up. I want to wear sandals. I want to open up the windows and let fresh air in. I want to put all the coats in the entryway into boxes and not think about them or see them for a few months. I want to be done with pools of water from snowmelt off of boots in the entryway. Besides, Easter is this Sunday. Does the Easter Bunny even do his rounds when there is snow outside?

Jake hosted a family party for Mom's 66th birthday. He forgot to tell Mom that we were coming and Dave and Marissa were coming, so it turned into somewhat of a surprise party for her. Jake barbecued despite the SNOW (will winter never end???). I brought fruit salad and cornbread. So on to the pictures: L to R: Hayley, Matt, and Dylan (Jake's son). In back, Maya, Dylan's sister. The three up front played Pokemon all evening. We didn't see or hear much from them because they were having too much fun in Dylan's room. L to R: Marissa (Dave's wife) and Jake. Kids in front and Stephanie (Jake's wife) in the green shirt on the side of the picture. Sadly, that's the only picture of Steph that I got during the whole evening. So if you don't know what Steph looks like, I'm sorry but all I can offer is a side view of her. She has a very nice profile. I tried to take a nice picture of my two older boys but Jake had to be a total goober head and st