2010 was a boring year

In 2010:
Number of times I was arrested for disorderly conduct wearing nothing but a scarf and a giant stuffed Oreo: 0

Number of trees I chopped down illegally while blindfolded with my favorite quilt: 0

Number of karaoke bars that gave me a standing ovation for singing "Copacabana": 0

Number of marlins I caught off the coast of Cuba: 0

Number of babies I birthed: 0

Number of times I committed self-immolation using a blowtorch and kerosene: 0

Number of bananas I ate while on an all-banana and Chiclets diet: 0

Number of times Jim had to rescue me from a flooded basement storage room containing twelve alligators and one soaking wet capybara: 0

Number of times I played floor hockey: 1

So 2010 wasn't a total wash.

Here's to 2011 (clink!) (hiccup) (I don't know why I just hiccuped--I don't drink alcohol. Maybe that's the problem; perhaps my year was boring because I maintained a continuous state of sobriety) (Oh well)

Happy non-alcoholic New Year!

Moderation in moderation

Did you know I have two 6-packs of Hershey bars in my sewing room? They are right out in the open and in easy reach. I know they are there too. This isn't like last time when I forgot I had them.

I bought these two 6-packs to make oatmeal cookies for Christmas, but I ran out of time (besides Dave said he'd bring them to the dinner we had on Christmas). So now the Hershey bars are just...sitting there.

I'm amazed at my will power. I've only eaten two bars, one a day yesterday and the day before. This newfound fortitude and resistance deserves a celebration.

Break out the Hershey bars!

(Also: OJ starts college in less than a week. We leave in two days to take him out there. To quote a niece of mine, this is mind-bottling.)

Loose end from Christmas

I don't believe I ever displayed the 2010 children's picture ornament for some to see (like Katie).

There. Now you've seen it.

I like to play a game every year after I've hung up the series of ornaments with the kids' picture on it. After the ornaments have hung on the tree for a few days, I like to go back and find each ornament in order. Matt made sure I did that this year.

And when I take the picture ornaments off the tree, I have to spread them out and look at them, like this:
Matt likes to look at them with me. He thinks it's strange that there were picture ornaments from before he was born, but even more strange that there was an Evans family before he was around.

I'm treading dangerous ground here...some of you might think I am waxing nostalgic and getting sentimental, especially with the impending departure of OJ. Not so. Just last night, I was talking to a friend and telling her that I was looking forward to the day when I could make....a HALF-SIZE CASSEROLE...using only the 8x8 pan instead of the 9x13! She is at that point and says it is so wonderful!

Someday, perhaps, there will be a grocery shopping trip that will only net two bags instead of five. Oh happy day!

Two stories

First story:
On Christmas Eve, we had dinner with my dad and his wife. We told some jokes, and Matt wanted to join in. He said he wanted to tell the stupidest joke he had ever heard. We were game, so he told his joke, "How does a dinosaur come out of the water?"

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We couldn't guess.

So he gave us the answer: "Wet."

harharhar.

We rolled our eyes and the conversation continued on to other things.

After a few minutes, Paul chuckled and said, "Oh, I just got that joke."

My dad and I laughed harder at Paul than at the actual joke.


'nother story:

This morning, I accompanied the Kids' Co. kids on a field trip to the local rollerskating venue. The place smelled like stale pee, but I managed to survive. The kids were excited, the music loud and energetic, and the atmosphere (except for the smell) party-like. I was suddenly whisked back in time to those years when I went rollerskating with Jenni and Julie. I distinctly remember being able to skate well enough to try going backwards a couple of times, although I was never able to do the wipeout stance for very long (one little girl today called it the "lightbulb").

Pretty soon I was dancing on the sidelines with a co-worker to the booming music (I did shake my booty to "Pokerface" and some song by that Beiber kid--GenX, please forgive me!) and we decided to get our groove on while wearing rollerskates. We went to the counter and asked for our sizes. I was stoked when I put the skates on that I guessed right with 8s and didn't have to ask for 9s. I laced up the skates, stood up....

and immediately realized that my ankle muscles are made of silly putty and my hips are of creaky balsa wood.

I managed to flail my way to the first segment of the half wall, and it only got worse. My feet kept trying to veer off into different directions and my legs screamed like a siren warning of imminent horrendous destruction.

I had to keep stopping every twenty feet or so to give my ankles a rest. After what seemed like fourteen hours of struggling and constant windmilling of my arms, I finished my first lap.

Oh great god of athletic endeavors, I hope you stop laughing long enough to grant me one wish: that I never feel the urge to rollerskate ever ever ever again.

Try again next year

Things I must remember for next Christmas:

1. When mysterious people fill the van up with balloons on Christmas Eve, it's best to empty the van out that day instead of leaving it for Christmas day when you are already late to a gathering.
2. Set an alarm to go off at 11 p.m. or so if you lie down on the couch to watch a movie on Christmas eve so that you won't wake up in the wee hours of the morning and put all the presents out when you are super tired.
3. Make a treasure map of all the places you have hidden presents so you aren't stumbling around the house in the middle of the night, saying, "Where in the Grapes of Wrath did I hide that stupid (insert name of particular gift here)!!"
4. Leave yourself a note to remind you of where you put the treasure map.
5. Because you WILL lose it.
6. Remember to pack the paper plates when going to Mom's for a Christmas gathering.
7. And the cookies. Please double check the container to make sure you have COOKIES and not LEFTOVER PIZZA. Remember: cookies-yes! pizza, NO!
8. Set the timer for the potatoes in the oven.
9. When you burn the potatoes out of negligence, remember to be grateful that you did eventually notice them and that you did not burn mother's house down.
10. Again. Say it with me: Cookies-yes, pizza-no.

Now a few pictures:

Hayley got a phone.
Other Jim unloads his stocking.
Balaclava'd Paul. He can now run outside in the winter (aka "give in to the crazy").
Matt is very protective of his traditional Christmas cereal.
I hope you all had a happy holiday!

Presenting

I had it all worked out. Three presents per child this Christmas. One, two, three. Fifteen total. Katie's were shipped; everyone else's gifts are waiting patiently in the closet for wrapping time.

And then Jim had to go and mess it up. He bought a fourth present for one of the children (I won't say which one, but I will give you a hint. This child looks like his dad and is named like his dad) without consulting the LIST. It's a big present too; granted, it is something he will need for his upcoming future (which isn't all that futurous. Very very soon this future will become the now) but the addition of a fourth present has thrown me off.

I don't like unfairness. I am able to set aside the lack of fairness with regard to price, but I don't like that one child has four presents to open, and the others have only three (although Katie may have gotten four, but she doesn't quite count because she won't be opening them here).

Now I gotta go out and get three more presents. One of the children gave us a very short list of things he wants/needs, and I am having fits trying to think of something to get him.

So while I stew about presents, you can look at one of my favorite ornaments. I cross-stitched it myself back when we lived in Portland (oh...17 years ago). I like it because it was the first time I had used a different color stitching cloth--navy blue. I had to go to a special store to find it. The scene is appealing to me too because it's so peaceful looking.

I don't do much cross-stitching anymore, mostly because I have convinced myself that I need to be doing college work instead. I miss cross-stitching.

Is something from 2004 retro yet?

Because I spent the weekend in a mild state of hysteria over an activity, today's post will simply be ornamental.

We have a tradition in our family: every year, I add a family picture ornament to our tree. This is the one from 2004.
Sometimes I make the ornament, and sometimes I buy a ornament frame, like I did for the one above. The tradition started because back when Katie was not yet one, someone gave us a "baby's first Christmas" ornament:The year after that, I had a cute picture of Katie and put it on the tree. When Other Jim arrived, I had to add him too. Of course he would be sad if Katie had her face on the Christmas tree and he didn't. Now all the kids expect a new family picture ornament and they start asking me in November if I'm going to do one.

I haven't done the one for this year yet, but I do have the picture for it. The last two years, Katie hasn't been in the picture, but this year she will be because she was here for the picture-taking.

I am glad that what was giving me fits this weekend--salt dough ornament project for work--is over. And Jake, thank you for the jokes this morning. I didn't let on how much I needed the laugh when I talked to you, but I really did. You texted at just the right time.

Sarcasm

I canNOT get enough of Matt and Hayley saying to each other (in low throaty voices) "Where are you Troy? We know you have the map."

I just had to get that off my chest.

Love that stays piping hot for HOURS

I love my Thermos.

Yesterday I had a 7 hour shift to work as a sub at the preschool/kindergarten and I had only minutes beforehand to make my lunch. I decided to try something new. I boiled water and filled my Thermos (it was about 10:30 a.m.). I put a cup o' ramen noodles and a packet of cocoa mix in my lunch bag (and lest you think I pack unhealthy lunches, I also had celery, yogurt and a clementine) and went to work. An hour later at the school, I made the ramen noodles with the still-boiling-hot water. Four hours later and still at the school, I made hot cocoa with the still-boiling-hot water.

When I got home at 6:15 p.m., I dumped the remaining water out of the Thermos. It was still very very hot--hot enough to scald my hand.

The Thermos works. Paul was impressed. Now he wants a Thermos.

I also love my crockpot, even though the rice in last night's dinner did not cook properly in the crock pot. At least there was edible chicken and gravy to serve to the family when I got home.

I still need to do Christmas cards though. I wish my Thermos could help me with that.

I need the fainting couch again. And a pen.

Another 9-hour work day.

That means that I have to put off Christmas cards again. Sigh.

This weekend. I promise I'll do them this weekend.

(Where has December gone?)

Rules

How to play "Go Germs, Go!" (for K-5th graders):

Depending on the number of children playing, there will be 4-7 "taggers." Each tagger has a ball which they will throw at the other kids--the "germs."

The germs line up on one side of the gym against the wall. The taggers wait on the other side. Taggers must stay on that half and not cross the middle line until all the kids have made it to the other side or been tagged out.

The taggers yell "Go germs, go!" and the germs then try to run to the other side of the gym without getting hit by a ball thrown by a tagger.

If you get hit by a ball, you must sit out the rest of the game on a side wall of the gym.

Most importantly, you must complain loudly and ferociously to the supervising staff members that the game is unfair and the taggers are all ganging up on you and they can't go after you three times in a row and it's not fair and he didn't hit me and I was safe and all the taggers are 5th graders anyway and it's not fair and he threw the ball at my head and I was tying my shoe so I wasn't playing that second and it's unfair!

Then you get mad when the supervising staff lady says, "Just repeat to yourself it's just a game, I should really just relax."

Doesn't that sound like fun?

Can I borrow a fainting couch?

I have to WORK 9 hours today. Wah!

With preschoolers and kindergartners! Wah!

Actually it won't be bad at all. I'll just be tired. I'll have to go to bed right when I get home.

I'm Dreaming of a White Birthday

Ten things on my birthday in visual form (in progress. I will add to the list as the day goes on):
1. Bright sunny and COLD
2. The deck is one big drift of snow


3. The driveway glacier was removed with four shovelers and one snowblower. Jim was able to walk on the top of it and it was probably three feet wide and just as deep. Even if church hadn't been canceled, we would not have made it until after the snow was cleared. Just shoveling would have taken several hours.4. Cake! Jim made it, kids decorated it with leftover fondant from the turkey cake.
5. Matt added this bullseye
6. and this "planet"
7. The cat celebrates by sitting in the box that contained my present (a food processor/blender)
8. OJ gave me this birthday card:


9. CLICK ON THIS to see what happened to the Metrodome on my birthday

10. OK, no more images or videos. Just imagine a happy me.

Got snow?

Cuz I have extra. Lots of extra, in fact.

We are in the middle of a blizzard here in MN. I love blizzards! I am forced to stay at home, which is great! We have plenty of hot cocoa (although we are running a little thin on marshmallows) to drink. and Christmas movies to watch.

So far this storm has conferred upon us 13 inches, and the clouds seem to be working overtime to produce still more.

The only bad thing is that Other Jim had to work. He was supposed to work at 11 a.m. but because the roads were terrible, Jim drove him and they didn't get to Mart of Wal until noon (a 7-minute drive took them 45 minutes). And since no one is out and about today (unless they have a death wish to get eaten by ferocious snow banks), OJ probably gets to sit around at an empty store.

Katie is spending a day in St. George and she called us to ask about the snow. She's looking at palm trees and I'm looking at this:
And I'm fine with that.

Decorating the blog

Because I fried my brain yesterday this week with working extra hours and can think of nothing to post about, I am resorting to posting pictures of my Christmas decor.

I finally have an entry way display that looks classy. The advent is from my sister, who does some awesome cross-stitching. I got the candle sticks at a white elephant gift exchange. I don't think the person who brought the candle sticks totally got the idea of white elephant; I snapped them up quickly and hid them behind my legs so no one would steal them from me.

Anyway, Jim took the day off today so that we could go to lunch. Happy Friday!

Tis the season of family photos

SIL Jen and I have been in negotiations over my Christmas card layout for this year. She has something against me liking blue and wanting it for a background two years in a row. Actually, I don't think last year's card was blue. I don't remember sending out cards last year. The year before that had a navy background though, I do know that.

Anyway, cards are coming this year. Really awesome cards. The only thing I regret about this year's photo shoot is that no one took a picture of my mother sliding down the stairs on her butt while we, the Evans family, were sitting for our portrait. My mother--ever the scalliwag, even in her "dotage."

No I won't show you the picture that I finally chose. But I will show you a few that I didn't choose.

This picture was actually taken as a test to see if the basement room offered enough light. But I liked how it looked and kept it. I fiddled with it too, to make it look "artsy."

I fiddled with this picture too. I love the random poses. Other Jim is in fact texting.


I asked for the boys to sit for a group picture. This is how OJ treats his younger brother.


This picture was actually born of a suggestion from my sliding-down-the-stairs-on-her-hinder-to-make-people-laugh-while-they-are-getting-their-picture-taken mother. She said, "Everybody look NOT at the camera!"



One more note: Other than some of these silly ones, Paul had the same face for every other picture. He was like a statue. I will show you. I solemnly swear that these five pictures of Paul's head are from five DIFFERENT shots. Of course you can really tell with the last one. He was sitting in that picture.

Making memories that MATTER

Thursday afternoon, Hayley came home from school. I had gotten out a few holiday decorations and put them up. Hayley looked around the room and said, "Didn't we used to have more decorations?"

I said, "I've only put out one box. There are still more in the garage."

She said, "Oh good. I like it during the holidays when I have to watch where I walk because of all the stuff you put out. I like Halloween too for the same reason."

Just goes to show you, you can never have too many decorations.

All good trends come to an end

Matt. The child I cried about most when I found out there was going to be a fifth child turns out to be one of the best rewards ever. He was a fairly easy baby, he got along with his older sister to the extent that they kept out of my way because they played together all the time, and he tickles my funny bone daily.

But let me tell you a different kind of Matt story. This past Monday, he came home from school in a panic. He had lost his school library book, which had his reading log in it. He said the book had been gone for about a week. He needed to find it so that he could turn it in on Wednesday. He looked everywhere in the house for hours. I helped some but not for hours. All for nothing, even after offering up pleas to the library book fairy, the homework fairy, the dust bunnies under the couches and several spiders who know the nooks and crannies of the house better than I do. (and I offered up many silent prayers to the Almighty) All I could offer in the way of comfort was that he should check at the library at school to see if the book was turned in and if they had seen the reading log.

I sighed inwardly, knowing that I could not save him from the consequences of losing his reading log. It would mean an F on a large portion of his trimester grade for Reading. I was not, however, going to approach the teacher myself and ask for leniency for my son. This needed to be a lesson for him on keeping track of important papers. Too bad he had to learn it this way.

So he went to school.

And later he came home from school. I asked him if he had gone to the library to look for the book.

He replied with this story:
"So here's what happened. I went to Reading class and asked the teacher if I could go to the library to look for my lost book and reading log. She said ok. I asked the librarian what they do with homework that is left in returned books. She says it is thrown away after a day. I was all sad. I went back to class with my head like this [he hung his head down in the most dejected manner he could. I imagine he was probably dripping tears too because he tends to leak optically like I do when bad things like this happen] and when I sat down at my desk with my head hanging down, I saw my book on the floor of the classroom. And my reading log was still in it. If I hadn't had my head hanging down, I wouldn't have seen it."

We discussed the importance of being organized and keeping track of important things, but we were able to be upbeat during our discussion.

I am grateful for little miracles, like homework being found and Matt himself.

Continuation of trend

Hayley's turn.



My little girl of the long fingers (well, long in comparison with my fingers).

Sometimes I call her Peaches. She asked me a few times why I call her that when she doesn't even like peaches. I told her I didn't know.

She is an answer to a prayer. When I was pregnant with her, I prayed very hard for a girl so that I wouldn't have three boys in a row. I'd seen what three boys in a row could be like with my younger brothers and I thought, if at all possible, I'd like to have a girl instead.

But she sure isn't a girly girl. She is comfortable around boys--she's the only female in her jazz band and counts many of the boys in jazz as her friends.

Hayley loves to laugh as much as I do. She also likes to find the little absurdities so prevalent in the English language. She likes to ask, "whoever came up with the phrase 'good grief?' Grief isn't good, and whenever someone says it, they usually aren't talking about something good."

Wave to Hayley!

Trendy

So Monday I showed you a picture of Katie, and yesterday OJ. That means today I get to show you the alien.
Some of you might think I'm being mean when I call Paul an alien, but I just can't escape the sneaky suspicion that he is not from around here. His mannerisms have always been just slightly off. No matter. I like him anyway. And he seems to have friends.

Mike's Jen took some pictures of our family on Thanksgiving for me to use as Christmas cards and in one of them we caught him awaiting instructions from his mothership.
Let's give Paulie the Vulcan hand sign ("live long and prosper") along with an Orkan "Nanoo nanoo" verbal greeting.