If this makes absolutely no sense to anybody else, sorry. It was hilarious at the time.

Me: Mum, you know what I was thinking?
Mum: What's that?
Me: Esther-Ruth and I were thinking we should have a clothes swap, because it doesn't really matter to us if we buy new clothes, or if they're just new to us.
Mum: That's a good idea.
Dad: Yeah, I like that idea too. When I get back on used victoria (Dad is currently on a used victoria fast), that's going to be my first ad: I'm a 40 year old man and I'm bored of my clothes. Anybody want to trade? I've got jeans and lots of black shirts. I'll trade you for a blue shirt?

(We all look at Dad. He is currently wearing jeans, and a black shirt underneath another black shirt. Laughter ensues.)
Dad: That wasn't that funny. (Goes to throw something in the garbage.)
Dad: Hold the phone! (Pulls can opener out of the garbage.) You're throwing this baby away?
Mum: It doesn't work.
Dad: I can make it work like a charm. Besides, we paid 40 bucks for this thing because it had a lifetime warranty.
Mum: Do you really feel like driving out to Sears and getting a new one?
Dad: I love that feeling. Anyways, this one works fine. You just have to squeeze it really hard and twist these things a bit, because the blades don't come all the way together otherwise. (Dad then proceeds to twist the handles of the can opener and try and bend them back together.)
Aaron: In other words, it doesn't work.
Mum: I'm going to have my nap now.
Dad: (tosses can opener back in garbage.) Whatever. It can go.
Aaron: Well, it was fun while it lasted, right Dad?
(Dad slaps Aaron and returns to his office.)

Grandma Vi

For any of you who don't know, my great-grandma, Violet Matheson, passed away Tuesday, October 12th at the age of 90. We will always carry so many memories of her, but one I know will stick with me is this:

Grandma spent a lot of time at her piano in the last several years. She had a few songbooks in her apartment that she especially loved to play from, and whenever she came to our house at Christmas, she would sit down at our piano and sightread every song out of the Christmas singalong book that we always had sitting out around that time of the year.
When my grandparents went to her apartment after she passed away, they found her 'Sound of Music' songbook open on her piano to 'Sixteen going on seventeen'.
I'll always think of that with a smile.

One night, when I was lying in bed and thinking about her, I got a picture in my head of Grandma,
Wearing a beautiful dress,
In a gazebo,
With the rain pouring down outside.
And she was dancing,
and twirling and making her skirt poof out like a little girl,
and leaping from bench to bench without a care in the world,
and singing, 'I am sixteen going on seventeen',
and dancing with Jesus.
And though it's sad that she's not with us anymore,
Grandma got her wish to be sixteen again.



I don't have a date for this picture, but we know it was before she was married. Isn't she beautiful?






 

fun blog

I came across this super-cute blog the other day and wanted to share it. Hopefully it will give you something fun to read, since I never blog anymore :)

http://milasdaydreams.blogspot.com/

Why the vikings had no mums and dads.

Dad: Miles, how many days...let me rephrase that: How many days and nights have you been wearing that shirt?

Miles: Umm, I'm not sure...maybe six? I'm trying to wear it until it falls off, like the vikings.

Dad: Miles, please go change your shirt. And while you're at it, change you underwear too.

Oh, brothers.

A conversation from my house

Me: Eli, when you're 20 will you still sit on my lap and give me hugs?
Eli: Well, when I am 20 I might squish your lap.
Me: Then, can I sit on your lap and give you hugs?
Eli: Well, ok, as long as you don't give me kisses!

yahoo!

Yesterday me and my trusty highlighter made another mark on my list. I finished reading The Kite Runners in two days. I got it out of the library on Friday and finished it Saturday. It was great.

I have a few choices for what to read next, I got several from my list out of the Library.

Books left on list: 80

reading...

Today I printed off a copy of the book list and highlighted all the ones I have read. I love keeping track of goals this way. I do the same thing with school sometimes. The satisfaction that comes from that little stripe of pink neon is unmeasurable.

Anyways...today I highlighted 'Notes from a small island" by Bill Bryson. It was terrific. A very funny book about all the quirkiness of Britain. I recommend it, but it has a bit of colorful language you may want to avoid. I loved reading it.

I haven't decided what to work on next. Because I am requesting most of them from the library, I have to think about it in advance so it has time to get to me :)