It’s Friday. My poor darling is still miserably sick. I just spent a fortune in hopes he’ll feel better. We’re leaving for Somerset this evening and we’re both really looking forward to a weekend of fall camping. Seeing family will be wonderful…and then of course there’s the bonfires, the cool evenings, the hayrides, the cider, and our plan to walk around the lake (and maybe visit the Point where he proposed. *grin*) Have I mentioned how much I love being married to him? Oh, and a bazillion thanks go to his parents who are so willingingly sharing their camper and their food with us this weekend. =D Saturday night brings a trip out to In Good Co. for Brian & Kevin (and I guess my) birthday dinner with the Eccles grandparents. Love it! I’ve had a wonderful week and Sunday I am being inducted into membership at Monroe FMC and officially welcomed as youth pastor. After the service the youth group is traveling to a corn maze where they can hang out with the new youth pastor and her husband. :) Ok. So I felt like rambling. Hope you didn’t mind.
Just a couple things:
- I can’t handle all the amazing new seasons of my favorite tv shows. Yes, maybe I’m a bit to attached, but Hey…when a show’s good, it’s good. I actually went as far as to make a spreadsheet with the weekly listings that we love to watch. (organization+addiction=happy girl.)
- Thank you for all the prayers and encouragements in regards to my previous entry!
- I have no idea what I should get my husband for his birthday. Actually I have so many ideas. I just don’t know which one is best.
- Speaking of my handsome spouse…he’s getting sick with some sort of respiratory flu. I’m not happy. Because he’s not supposed to be sick. That’s my job.
- I’m gonna need a LOT of packing boxes and I have no idea how or when I’m going to collect them. (A Honda Civic isn’t really conducive to toting around large amounts of cardboard.)
- Is anyone else ever amazed by the seemingly endless amount of toothpaste that hides inside the tube’s opening? Just when you think it’s going to be completely gone with the next use, it goes on for another week of squeezing.
Phantom of the Opera. I just need a dose now and again. Not to just sit down and watch but to put in while doing other things and singing along loudly when I’m all by myself. (An analogy if you will: Britt is to Les Mis as Mel is to Phantom.) I got on this little kick when I realized that the prof. Paris was dating (in Gilmore Girls) was the PHANTOM! crazy realization. Anyways, I love knowing all the words and I rarely get to sing to my soprano capacity any more…sooo… :)
Bear with me. This post is mostly for my own posterity’s sake. I had some good times remembering with my mom last week and thought it would be a good thing to document some of those memories. I spent lots of time at my Grandma Mary’s house growing up–at least every Friday when my mom and dad had their date night and Ash and I would get dropped off with our special treat of McDonald’s. (And yes, despite all those who warn against it, I still love McDonald’s.) So, most of these memories are from Grandma Mary and Grandpa Nick’s house.
- I vividly remember being a toddler, standing in the back of my grandparents’ living room and bouncing and singing along to Jeopardy theme song. (I still watch Jeopardy.)
- I once broke their sunroom window when, as a 12 year old, I pitched a plastic baseball to my cousin.
- Dad hung the coolest, biggest tire swing on the tallest tree in grandma’s backyard.
- I remember staying the night at grandma’s when my parents were out of town (I was about 5) and if there was a snow day and a couple feet on the ground, she would go out to the huge back yard with me and play “fox and goose.” (Making a huge circle in the snow with a big X through the middle and we chased one another.)
- My parents went to see Titanic in the theaters and I stayed with Ash at Gramma’s and watched Gone with the Wind. Throughout the extremely long film, my stomach kept hurting worse and worse and when mom came to get us I was taken to the hospital. I had gastroenteritis.
- Speaking of hospital visits, I had a lot of nosebleeds growing up. (I guess I still do.) One particular nose bleed occurred when I was sick with the stomach flu. The bleeding normally went on for 30-45 minutes (which I later found out was extraordinarily long…most should be 5-10 minutes) but when we hit the 2 hour mark, I was taken to ER to get it cauterized. Yeah, that was fun. Not so much. The worse part was having the packing removed (yanked out really…) 3 days later.
- I could eat a whole Big Mac meal as a 12 year old. Yeah, I was kinda chubby. I wonder why.
- Mom used to read with me in bed every night until my pre-teen years. We read Nancy Drew, Little House, Mandy books, and more. I love reading together. Still do. And I hope to do the same with our children.
- My grandpa always had a jar of gum drops next to his chair in the living room. My favorites were always white and green. Grams had these in her apt last week and I finished them off. :)
- Gramps also really liked those rainbow Neccos. Most people don’t even know what the quarter sized chalky candies are, but I liked them.
- He always wanted a strawberry milkshake from McDonald’s when we came over. Maybe that’s why strawberry is my favorite.
- Ash and I loved playing dress up in Grandma’s clothes and clip on earrings.
- We played many a rousing game of “hide it” with this tiny white dog figurine at gramma’s.
- I often pinched my fingers between the door and the bathroom counter. (poor design, I say.)
- Gramma taught Ash and I to play cards; Rummy was our favorite. (She once burst out into a song from the ’30s I think…”Jack, Jack, Jack douby, douby, douby.” who knows. But I’ll remember.)
- I loved her “rootbeer” flowers out back by the clothes line (where there was oftentimes freshly washed linens hung.) They were actually irises, but I thought they smelled like rootbeer.
- We watched Lawrence Welk together.
- I hated when she cooked cabbage. It smellllllled. :(
- Ashley could convince Grams to “tickle my back/legs” for hours on end. (She lightly ran her fingers around her back. I loved that too, but Ash always got what she wanted.) :)
- Before we went to sleep on a sleepover night, we always wanted to hear stories from Gramma of when our Daddy was growing up.
Wow, apparently time really does fly when you’re having fun. I was at home with my Mom, Dad, and Grandma from Monday until Friday a.m. and I had such a nice week that whizzed on by blogging slipped my mind. woops. :) Mom and I made a visit to a local apple orchard as a little tradition and boy were we glad we did! Fresh homegrown apples like that at the peek of freshness (and at only 99 cents a pound) is sheer perfection! Not to mention the apple cider, the donuts, the carmel apple cookies (to DIE for!), and the hot creamy carmel drinks. Wowzers. We bought soooo many apples–most to eat, but many to bake with! I have decided that pies will be made by yours truly on Thanksgiving and I figured it wouldn’t be a bad thing to brush up on my skills. That said, as soon as we got back to the house, I started to work using a crust recipe and an apple pie recipe from the best baker I have ever known! Her “never fail” pie crust really was perfect–even after my innumerable mess ups and repeated rollings. I think it’s a good thing I practiced. :) But I must say those pies came out wonderfully and I can’t wait to try again!