I have a cold. I reeeeaaally don't like colds. I have used up one entire box of Kleenexes in one and a half days.
132 Kleenexes times approximately two nose-blows per Kleenex equals 264 nose-blows, plus numerous uncounted Kleenexes.....times 60 hours of having this cold, minus (a measly) 11 1/2 hours of sleep, plus 6 cups of tea since Sunday evening equals one tired, crabby, unhappy, SICK Kiwi. :(
On to something more of general interest:
um.....I got nothing to say.
"you got something to say
If you're living
If you're breathing
You got something to say
And no one can say it like you do
God is love and love speaks through you
You got it, you got it,
You got something to say"
Sorry, Matthew West, you're wrong. Yes, I'm living, yes, I'm breathing, but I got nothin' to say.
Except.......Three more days until the concert!!!! I'm happeh. *grins ear-to-ear and does a little happeh dance*
Three-ee-ee
Mo-ar
Da-a-ays!
Daddy went and picked up my tickets last week. The people who printed the tickets are wet blankets!! "No cameras/video recorders" AAAARRRGH! No CAMERA?!?!? how unfair. I think that means "no taking pictures during the concert," which could be interpreted as "you can bring your camera as long as you don't take pictures or videos while the dude is singing," and if that is the case, I'm okay with it. Because I have to take my camera! What if I meet somebody? Am I to say "Well, sir, I would ask if I could get a picture of us, but I wasn't allowed to bring a camera, so will you hold still while I sketch the picture really quick? Won't take me more than fifteen minutes...Could you turn your head a little more this way, please?" Riiight.
We'll see. :)
In the mean time, I'll be banging my head against a brick wall, trying to knock myself out so I can get some snooze time!
~Kiwi~
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Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Tomorrow...
Oooooooof. Sigh. *flopps down on the couch and vows never to stand again* Groan. *begs for a foot massage, which she doesn't get*
My feet are killing me. I feel like I did the day after Adventureland, when I walked so much in wet shoes. Last night I felt so tired I could have cried. I wasn't sad, just tired!
We got the house cleared out, but not without mishap, however. The rain had slowed by ten, but Dad had already called some of the people who were going to come, telling them that we wouldn't start loading until about one-thirty or two-ish. Dad and Grandpa got the deep freezer out of the basement with some grunt work, and out to the U-haul. The truck bed was wet and slippery as Grandpa helped pull the freezer up while Dad pushed it. He lost his footing and slipped, and as he did so, the freezer tipped and fell on his legs/hip. Grandpa's okay now, but his legs hurt and he's using a wheelchair and crutches. We had to call an ambulance for him, then Mom and Grandma followed it to the hospital, where they were for most of the day. The good news is that no bones were broken as far as they could tell. But this means that Grandma and Grandpa won't be coming up with us tomorrow and helping us move in. :~(
A total of nine people came to help us, ten if you count a little boy who mostly played with Monkey (my seven-year-old bro). One family was supposed to bring Sloppy Joes and other food to eat after we had gotten most of the work done. But since we didn't start until two, and most of our food was packed or at G&G's house, all we had were baby carrots, hard-boiled eggs, string cheese, and one slice of a Subway sandwich left over from Friday's lunch. Monkey had the sandwich. There was no salt for the eggs. How can you eat hard boiled eggs if you have no salt??? I had had one like that for breakfast on Friday, and it was just plain dull. I had to go down to the local inconvenience store and buy some. Why do they sell just plain pepper and pepper-and-salt, but no just plain salt?? That was all I wanted! Plain ol' salt! But noooo, I had to buy unwanted pepper, too, and with my own money! *sigh* isn't life aweful? :-D
Now that G&G aren't coming up with us, the plans have changed. I'm not sure whether they're for the better or the worst.
The original plan: Dad drives the truck and Mom follows him, taking the boys with them, and leave around 5:30 a.m. Then Grandma takes our Astrovan and Grandpa their van, and we leave around eight or eight-thirty.
The revised plan: We all get up at the unGodly hour of four-ish in the morning, and leave by five-forty-five-ish. Dad drives the moving van with at least one boy in it. Mom, and possibly one boy, follows in Dad's work car, the Maliblue (It's a blue Malibu. Maliblue!). Rapunzel follows Mom in the Astro. With me in it. Did I mention she just got her driver's license on Thursday, and this will be her first time driving solo? *stifles a shriek* I'm scared. This should be interesting.
A good thing about this is: Mom and Dad have to make a final walk through the house at 8:30. Since I'll be coming along, I have a better chance of presenting my case and receiving the room I want. The house has five bedrooms. It has already been decided that Rapunzel gets the downstairs one. Of the four upstairs, I get one, Mom and Dad get one, the boys share one, and the fourth is the schoolroom. I want the one on the southeast corner of the house. It's the front left room if you're facing it from the road. They want me to have the southwest room, on the back of the house. It's the smallest bedroom. I think it's big enough for the schoolroom, but M&D don't. I hope it is bigger than they thought it was, because I don't want a really long, skinny, small room.
Bored. I should get off now, but there's nothing to do. The others are watching some boring show about guns (sorry, anyone who likes boring shows about guns), and I'm tired of sitting and reading.
I'll post again as soon as possible, and who know when that'll be. Forgive me, Judi, if it takes more than five days. At least I have an excuse!
~Kiwifruit
My feet are killing me. I feel like I did the day after Adventureland, when I walked so much in wet shoes. Last night I felt so tired I could have cried. I wasn't sad, just tired!
We got the house cleared out, but not without mishap, however. The rain had slowed by ten, but Dad had already called some of the people who were going to come, telling them that we wouldn't start loading until about one-thirty or two-ish. Dad and Grandpa got the deep freezer out of the basement with some grunt work, and out to the U-haul. The truck bed was wet and slippery as Grandpa helped pull the freezer up while Dad pushed it. He lost his footing and slipped, and as he did so, the freezer tipped and fell on his legs/hip. Grandpa's okay now, but his legs hurt and he's using a wheelchair and crutches. We had to call an ambulance for him, then Mom and Grandma followed it to the hospital, where they were for most of the day. The good news is that no bones were broken as far as they could tell. But this means that Grandma and Grandpa won't be coming up with us tomorrow and helping us move in. :~(
A total of nine people came to help us, ten if you count a little boy who mostly played with Monkey (my seven-year-old bro). One family was supposed to bring Sloppy Joes and other food to eat after we had gotten most of the work done. But since we didn't start until two, and most of our food was packed or at G&G's house, all we had were baby carrots, hard-boiled eggs, string cheese, and one slice of a Subway sandwich left over from Friday's lunch. Monkey had the sandwich. There was no salt for the eggs. How can you eat hard boiled eggs if you have no salt??? I had had one like that for breakfast on Friday, and it was just plain dull. I had to go down to the local inconvenience store and buy some. Why do they sell just plain pepper and pepper-and-salt, but no just plain salt?? That was all I wanted! Plain ol' salt! But noooo, I had to buy unwanted pepper, too, and with my own money! *sigh* isn't life aweful? :-D
Now that G&G aren't coming up with us, the plans have changed. I'm not sure whether they're for the better or the worst.
The original plan: Dad drives the truck and Mom follows him, taking the boys with them, and leave around 5:30 a.m. Then Grandma takes our Astrovan and Grandpa their van, and we leave around eight or eight-thirty.
The revised plan: We all get up at the unGodly hour of four-ish in the morning, and leave by five-forty-five-ish. Dad drives the moving van with at least one boy in it. Mom, and possibly one boy, follows in Dad's work car, the Maliblue (It's a blue Malibu. Maliblue!). Rapunzel follows Mom in the Astro. With me in it. Did I mention she just got her driver's license on Thursday, and this will be her first time driving solo? *stifles a shriek* I'm scared. This should be interesting.
A good thing about this is: Mom and Dad have to make a final walk through the house at 8:30. Since I'll be coming along, I have a better chance of presenting my case and receiving the room I want. The house has five bedrooms. It has already been decided that Rapunzel gets the downstairs one. Of the four upstairs, I get one, Mom and Dad get one, the boys share one, and the fourth is the schoolroom. I want the one on the southeast corner of the house. It's the front left room if you're facing it from the road. They want me to have the southwest room, on the back of the house. It's the smallest bedroom. I think it's big enough for the schoolroom, but M&D don't. I hope it is bigger than they thought it was, because I don't want a really long, skinny, small room.
Bored. I should get off now, but there's nothing to do. The others are watching some boring show about guns (sorry, anyone who likes boring shows about guns), and I'm tired of sitting and reading.
I'll post again as soon as possible, and who know when that'll be. Forgive me, Judi, if it takes more than five days. At least I have an excuse!
~Kiwifruit
Monday, July 28, 2008
VBS
I'm doing this at my friend's house (Hi, Miranda) after the first hard day of VBS. Man, those third and fourth-graders are a tough bunch! Talk about worn out, and this is only the first day! Oh, well, I love 'em all! The boys are... well, they're being typical little boys. They don't want to sing or dothe motions, but that's okay. I'm thankful to have other helpers in my group. (Thank you, Other Helpers!) They sit and listen better than they did last year, but some really strange topics came up during craft time. Two of them (brothers) were talking about how they like to eat dog food and arguing a bit over what flavor is best. I really don't know what to think of them! Abbie (Miranda's sister) just reminded me of something else I forgot. They were coloring pictures of a beach scene and surfboards (three surfboards, to be exact). After one girl finished her art, I asked her "Which surfboard would you ride first?" "The pink one, then the blue one, then the green and yellow one." she replied. One of the brothers piped up with "I can ride two boards at once!" and the girl said she could, too. He had to out-do her, of course. "I bet I could ride all three at the same time!"
"You don't have three legs!"
"I'd stack them on top of each other."
"But what if one slips out from beneath the rest?"
They both looked at me like I was crazy. "Superglue."
Ah, yes, Superglue. The most reasonable answer out there. Why didn't I think of that myself??
I need to get off now, I hear supper preparations in the other room and I'm HUNGRY! I'll try and post again tomorrow or sometime. Abbie told me last night that the "computers are turned off and we would not appreciate you turning them on to post at midnight tonight!"
Have a good day, y'all! Pray that I stay patient with these kids! We had 11 of them today, and will probably have a few more tomorrow.
~Worn-out-but-still-happy Kiwifruit
P.S. please pardon any typos. This keyboard is not very friendly to me.
"You don't have three legs!"
"I'd stack them on top of each other."
"But what if one slips out from beneath the rest?"
They both looked at me like I was crazy. "Superglue."
Ah, yes, Superglue. The most reasonable answer out there. Why didn't I think of that myself??
I need to get off now, I hear supper preparations in the other room and I'm HUNGRY! I'll try and post again tomorrow or sometime. Abbie told me last night that the "computers are turned off and we would not appreciate you turning them on to post at midnight tonight!"
Have a good day, y'all! Pray that I stay patient with these kids! We had 11 of them today, and will probably have a few more tomorrow.
~Worn-out-but-still-happy Kiwifruit
P.S. please pardon any typos. This keyboard is not very friendly to me.
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Good morning!/Tired but (yawn) can't sleep.
Good morning. It's 12:18 a.m. according to the clock on the computer, *stifles yawn* and I can't sleep! I tried everything. I kept my eyes closed for a long time, I kept them open until my eyelids drooped. I tried lying on my side, my back, my stomach, my other side, half-on and half-off my bed. I tried with one pillow, two pillows, a soft pillow, a hard pillow, no pillow at all! I sang (inside my head) that '100 bottles of pop on the wall' song. I sang that song
'there's a hole in the bottom of the sea
there's a hole in the bottom of the sea
there's a hole
there's a hole
there's a hole in the bottom of the sea
there's a log in the hole in the bottom of the sea
there's a log in the hole in the bottom of the sea
there's a log
there's a log
there's a log in the hole in the bottom of the sea'
and then you go on, adding bump on the log, frog on the bump, wart on the frog, fly on the wart, flea on the fly, and finally wing on the flea. That didn't work.
So now I'm stuck here, making you bored, because there's nothing left to do. *yawn*
I hope neither Mom nor Dad wakes up and leaves their room. It's right across the hall from the office, where I'm at. I don't think they'll be happy that I'm up.
"What are you doing up?"
"I couldn't sleep."
"So why are you down here?"
"Because I tried everything and couldn't sleep."
"Go back and try again."
"But I can't sleep!"
"I don't care. Go to bed!"
"But it's uncomfortable. My air mattress sprung a leak, and, despite the duck tape, it's still leaking and I'm practically on the floor."
"Then go sleep on the floor!"
Don't forget that what Mom or Dad is saying there is slurred by sleep and nearly indistinguishable. I didn't even try to write it the way they would say it.
I could pretend to be doing this in my sleep. That is, if I weren't typing perfectly logical words and writing what I intend to do. I used to walk in my sleep quite a bit, but I haven't lately. Or have I? Maybe I have been doing stuff in my sleep, and I just don't know it!
Oof. I should get off now and go back and pretend to sleep. I hope y'all are asleep out there! By the way, don't forget there's another new post under this one that I just put up a few hours ago.
TTFN, sleep tight and don't let the bedbugs bite!
~Tired Kiwifruit
'there's a hole in the bottom of the sea
there's a hole in the bottom of the sea
there's a hole
there's a hole
there's a hole in the bottom of the sea
there's a log in the hole in the bottom of the sea
there's a log in the hole in the bottom of the sea
there's a log
there's a log
there's a log in the hole in the bottom of the sea'
and then you go on, adding bump on the log, frog on the bump, wart on the frog, fly on the wart, flea on the fly, and finally wing on the flea. That didn't work.
So now I'm stuck here, making you bored, because there's nothing left to do. *yawn*
I hope neither Mom nor Dad wakes up and leaves their room. It's right across the hall from the office, where I'm at. I don't think they'll be happy that I'm up.
"What are you doing up?"
"I couldn't sleep."
"So why are you down here?"
"Because I tried everything and couldn't sleep."
"Go back and try again."
"But I can't sleep!"
"I don't care. Go to bed!"
"But it's uncomfortable. My air mattress sprung a leak, and, despite the duck tape, it's still leaking and I'm practically on the floor."
"Then go sleep on the floor!"
Don't forget that what Mom or Dad is saying there is slurred by sleep and nearly indistinguishable. I didn't even try to write it the way they would say it.
I could pretend to be doing this in my sleep. That is, if I weren't typing perfectly logical words and writing what I intend to do. I used to walk in my sleep quite a bit, but I haven't lately. Or have I? Maybe I have been doing stuff in my sleep, and I just don't know it!
Oof. I should get off now and go back and pretend to sleep. I hope y'all are asleep out there! By the way, don't forget there's another new post under this one that I just put up a few hours ago.
TTFN, sleep tight and don't let the bedbugs bite!
~Tired Kiwifruit
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