I've Got a Better Idea

I think the scientists would be more valuable finding a way to increase the rate, like say, 100% or more.  

Truly--why do people think rattlesnakes have a specialized niche? Other snakes eat rodents and the same things rattlesnakes eat, and they don't have the down side of poisonous bites. I took care of a guy in the hospital who had been bitten on the finger by a rattlesnake. His arm was swollen and black all the way up to his shoulder. It was horrific. 

I'm not a fan of the pit vipers. 

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Living Room is Finished!

This looks a little grey when it is really a purply eggplant color. I am very pleased with how it came out and now I'm about to tackle Jaime's room, which is quite a more involved undertaking. 

Hurray! One project down!

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Fighting Fires

Wouldn't you have loved to have been here?

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My Current Project

I'm going to ignore that my car is *still* not working.  And because of that, I'm not posting pictures of it being towed. It doesn't deserve any recognition for the grief it continues to put me through. 

Instead, here is my living room transformation. 

I'm a bit unnerved by it at this point, but I'm hoping that it will all look fine when it comes together. I still have that other half to put a second coat on and then replace the baseboards, etc. I think I will like it, but I have a bit of a panic at the edges just in case.

In other news, we went on a fantastic field trip to the fire department with the Homeschool Group this last week. They saw a wonderful and educational movie about the four types of fires and what you use and *do not use* to put each one out. We all learned a lot and they've been talking about it and discussing it since then so it really made an impact.  Then we all went and they got to practice putting out a real fire. They had a liquid fuel fire (diesel, kersosene, etc. mix) and they each took the extinguisher and pulled the pin on it and sprayed the contents on it, walking closer and closer until it was out. All of mine got to take a turn and it was wonderful. 

We've found a math program we love, school is going well. We are studying Ancient Rome right now and are also doing a side study on Morocco with another family. We are putting a lapbook together and will have a Moroccan dinner, sitting on the floor with pillows and tapestries and whatnot, in early March with the entire two families as the children all give a presentation of what they've learned. 

And I signed up the two youngest boys for baseball. Right now it seems like no big deal and I'm going to cling to that delusion as long as I can.

I'm in the process of reading 13 books, with 3 being read concurrently. Only not while I'm on the computer, so I need to go. 

I'll update the room situation soon.  Bye!

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Broken Cars are a Major Pain

There's certainly no good reason for being gone for so long from blogland, only lame excuses and I'm always full of those, but I'll spare you.  

You're welcome. 

Ummm,  I can't. Because If I don't put my excuses down I'll have nothing to say. And besides, it might make someone feel blessed if they realize it's someone else's turn to have everything fall apart.

I am having car woes, sung in a Major Key. I put out a Major Expenditure on a Major Tune-up and instead of running better, it almost immediately started having Major Problems. The power steering pump exploded or something and I had to get towed to the dealer.   (Major thanks to Andrea  [Precious Daughter1] for the incredible Aid and Comfort In a Time of Need.)

They did Major work on that, the brakes, a serpentine belt (I think they make these things up) and who knows what all and I paid a Major, Major Bill. I got most of the way home when the back end started grinding. No way!  They assured me it was fine, but fine it most certainly was not and just a few days later I had to be towed again and we are waiting to see how major these damages are.  I'm afraid I'm going to end up paying on this car until three years and ten months after I'm dead and gone. 

Whew. 

But I do have pictures.  

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Rusty Wire

Rusty Wire, originally uploaded by MisterTrister.

My son is now my #1 photographer. I love his pictures!

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Also Yesterday...

In the morning before I had my Town Adventures (ahem), we had three huge gravel truckloads of road base dumped on our driveway.  It was wonderful, but it also needed a whole lot of shoveling and raking in order to spread it where it goes.  

I have been blessed with two healthy, strong teenaged boys.  We had one shovel and one rake between the three of us, but we figured it should work well as we would each take a turn with a shovel, then a rake, then take a break, so there would be two people working and one resting at any given time.  

Well, unless you were one of the strong healthy teenaged boys. Then it was more like--work a tiny bit, complain some, pick a fight with the other brother, use energy swinging rake in threatening manner, change to a shovel, continue quibbling, etc. 

I finally gave them a talk about how I was old enough to be a grandmother and they were always flexing their muscles and talking about how strong they were and hey!--does anyone see anything wrong with this picture?!  The strong ones are slacking and whining and the "old, weak one" is working hard without complaint.  They straightened up and finished well while I went inside to get get my skirt all tucked up ready to show the world my lovely black knee socks and legsfrombehind.  

So what happened today? They are experiencing a normal, happy day and I'm so stove up with sore muscles I can barely move.  It hurts to sit and it even hurts to cough. What on earth muscles did I use to rake and shovel??  Either I need to develop some teen muscle mass of the masculine variety (rather doubtful) or limit my strenous exerting to pointing with a delicate finger exactly *where* I want them to do the work.  

I do believe I will take myself up on that offer. Supervisory postion, now filled. Thank you all for applying.  Now go run me a hot bath for my poor sore muscles, would you, Sweet sons? Growing older does have some perks, as it happens!

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