Arts Week - Ending with a whimper

The whimper is mine because I think I scratched my cornea with glitter. My left eye is seriously hurting. I tried calling my optometrist, but he might be on vacation for the holidays. Grrrr. I have to wear my glasses now and my glasses, while sufficient for seeing in a "big picture" sort of a way, really lack the finesse of my contacts when it comes to fine vision. For example:
Without glasses or contacts - I can see a large grey object hurtling towards me. Is that an elephant or a car?
With glasses - I can see a large grey quadruped running towards me. Is that an elephant or a rhino?
With contacts - Who the hell put the roofie in my drink? There are no elephants or rhinos loose in the city!

So I think that it snowed last night. I mean, the ground is white. I'm not sure if it's still snowing. Damn glasses, but I will find out soon, because it is swimming lessons today, and while George unusually takes the kids, I volunteered because a) I don't work today, and b) he will be with them the rest of the day at the Christmas Pageant rehearsal. Update later. Gotta see if the rhino wants to drive today.

11:15pm
Kids are in bed, and I am back on the computer. I should be jogging, or knitting. There are always other things that I should be doing, but I noticed something this morning, and I just had to share. I now have 2 followers. Becky is #2!!! Two apostles, acolytes, disciples, minions...I need to turn off the thesaurus now. I'm planning a blowout for #100, so don't hesitate to sign up to follow!! (what, too ambitious?)

I am also getting a kick out of checking this blog and seeing what ads Google believes are appropriate to put in between things and in the margins. I did this thing where I signed up to have ads put on and they will send me some percentage of a penny for every time someone clicks on an ad.  I thought it would be funny to see what they came up with, and if I didn't like it, I'd just cancel the service. There are a few conditions to this "service" they provide. One condition is that I can't click on ads that appear on my own blog. I can't make money for myself, in other words. There is one problem. I WANT TO CLICK. I was talking about food the other day, and an ad showed up for a breakfast casserole. I LOVE BREAKFAST CASSEROLES. I could eat the Breakfast Pizza Mom used to make for three meals a day. I love quiche and strata, and all kinds of breakfasty goodness. AND I CAN'T CLICK! It's teasing me, I swear.

Ah well, back to dreaming of food and trying to make three more pairs of mittens and a scarf before next Saturday.

I GLITTER!

I am glittering like a Twilight Vampire!
Apparently Mod-Podge with sparkles really gets into your pores. It's a bit embarrassing. I don't even like Twilight after all.

"I blue myself."

Arts Week Day 4-Pancake Supper-1 Follower

 These are the ornaments that we have spent the past few days making. We have done other things like math, spelling, science and history, but I think that these ornaments will be remembered by all of us as way too much work tons of fun! I mean, they took TWO DAYS, and they are still not quite done. Most of the finish work will be mine, however, so we can do something that Mommy all of us consider fun tomorrow. I hope we can get out to the Art Institute, but that all depends on how I sleep. I've had some really awful insomnia lately and by the time I actually get to sleep, it's late. Or early. It kind of depends on which side of the clock you are used to waking up on.

I cooked pancakes for supper. It's kind of funny, but a friend of mine said "Oh, Breakfast for dinner," when I told her this, but that's not quite it. Breakfast for dinner in our house means "Pick a cereal, kid. I'm too tired to cook." Pancakes are actually me cooking. See--I stand in front of a stove, I cook. That makes this dinner. Not that I don't know how to cook. I can do almost anything except bake a good cake (they always stick.) I cook wonderful dinners with vegetables from the garden, marinated meats, homemade bread, pies for dessert (homemade too--I make a great crust.) But I don't always enjoy it. I'd rather spend my time knitting, or making ornaments, or something that I think is fun. Occasionally I feel obligated to cook, and then I'm grumpy for the rest of the day. George has learned to feed me wine with dinners I cook and he cleans up afterwards. Am I lucky or what? Someday I will cook an elaborate dinner just so that I can sit at the table afterwards with a glass of wine and watch him wash up. (I do this on Thanksgiving. It's one more thing for me to be thankful for...and George is so obliging.) Someday he will discover this blog and my fun will be over.

But pancakes...pancakes are a homemade dinner, and don't let anyone tell you differently! It's a bit more prep work than hot-dogs, but the payoff is so much sweeter.

And I have one "follower"!!! Thank you Gretchen. Eleven more to go and I'll draw even with Jesus. (No, wait, that was apostles. Want to be my apostle, Gretchen?)

Arts week day 3--or not

I don't know if I overslept or underslept today.
I'd say "overslept" because I didn't get up until after 1pm. (I try to be up by 11or so.) However, due to extenuating circumstances, I will say underslept because after I got home I had visitors...two visitors who kept me up. Cay likes to cuddle. I'm used to it but he was wound up and wanted to chat. I finally sent him back into his bed, but by that time I was wound up too. Then Hannah came in hunting kittens.  It was 6am! It's funny, but they don't understand why I'm cranky.

Thankfully George can run things without me most of the time. The kids had their spelling done and Hannah had done history (which is great as world history covers a lot of ground. Luckily, she likes the book.) Caleb is still doing carrying, but I don't think we'll start on borrowing until next week anyhow. Get the addition down, then confuse the issue with subtraction!

So arts today started late and didn't get far. We're painting ornaments. They might be done before Christmas...or not. Everything will be fine though, because I had nothing really planned for tomorrow. I thought we might bake cookies, but that won't be happening now...unless I get off early tonight, and I doubt that I will. I have riot training at the academy. Oh, they aren't calling it riot training. No. It's G8/NATO preparation training. And anyone who lives in a cave knows that having G8/NATO in any major city has always led to an excess of fun and dancing, and hand-holding. PDAs go WAAAAYYYY up because everyone is so happy and chillin'. . . .No wait. That's a rave. My mistake.

And I discovered that Hannah had an orthodontist appointment we forgot yesterday...grrrr.