My maternal grandfather (and Baba's namesake) is the uber pack rat. I don't think he has EVER thrown anything away in his entire life. His shop, garage, granary, barn, etc, etc is piled full of stuff that may one day come in handy. Right after I got married, I was visiting my grandma and mentioned that I was going to buy a sewing machine. My grandpa scurried out to the shop and returned with 2 sewing machines for me to choose from. I worry that there is a pack rat gene and I have it. I don't have 2 spare sewing machines and I do get rid of things that are broken, but I was the proud owner of 2 blenders for a long time (granted, they were wedding presents and I didn't want to get rid of a perfectly good blender that I would someday use. I'm in denial).
Fast forward to a couple weeks ago, I was at my parents house talking about how I really, really, really wanted a Kitchen-Aide Mixer. My mom says, "I think we have an extra in the basement," and scurries down to get it. Genetics at work?
This past weekend, I decided to try test my luck on the pack rat gene again. I mentioned that our printer had stopped working (all it does is flash its lights and refuse to print anything), so my mom scurried downstairs and returned with a new to us printer. I may never go shopping again.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
Me, blogger, and the Internet have been fighting. Our Internet has been working randomly at best (the new modem has taken care of the 15 minutes of Internet access until the modem gets too hot then unplug it for 3 hours to cool off problem/solution). And for some reason blogger thinks its appropriate to take an hour and not post anything. Grr.
My boys have been obsessed with fishing lately. I think fishing is boring, however, I like eating fish so I allow the foolishness. They have yet to catch any "keepers" which is a bit annoying because I'm hungry for fish.
I also broke down and did the Build-A-Bear thing. We went for the first time last year. I got a $5 off coupon, so I let Baba pick out a $10 bear. He joyfully built a brown bear whom he named Nacki. Thankfully, Josh insisted that bears do not wear clothes thus Nacki would be much happier naked. Then for his birthday he got a free bear coupon because he shares a birthday with the Build-A-Bear founder. A blue bear named Tink came to live with us (named after my cuz whom we call "Stink").
For the last few weeks Baba has been insisting that Rudy needs a bear and he'll pay for it. I didn't let Baba use his own money; we used Rudy's birthday money instead. So Baba built a pink bear whom he named Baba-Bear. Baba-Bear cannot be naked because girls cannot run around naked like boys can. So I had to buy a T-shirt for Baba-Bear (as I type, Baba is running around in his underwear, his clothes having "falled off" again. I wonder why that happens). Rudy LOVES her bear. When I go to pick her up from her nap or in the morning, she races to whatever side of the crib Baba-Bear ended up on and grabs her.