Friday, October 12, 2007

Monday Mission

AAAAAAACK! So sorry, people - earlier today when I tried to post the topic for this Monday, our cable was out. (no cable = no internet :( ) Then I, uh, just sort of forgot about it... Anyway, if you have the time this weekend and would like to play along: describe a common object in uncommon terms. Be creative! Have fun! Keep everyone wondering what the heck you are talking about!

Well Deserved

Congratulations, Mr Gore!

Thursday, October 11, 2007


Wow! Yesterday was a good day! It was cool and rainy-ish here, so while Ben was at school, I got all project-y and decided to "whip up" some flannel pajama bottoms for him. I've had a pattern for literally years. It's one of those that has like, five different sizes (of which we are now in the largest) intended to grow with your child - as long as you don't forget, and cut out the smallest size, permanently obliterating the larger sizes and your chance to ever use the pattern again. Luckily, I'm smarter than that. Read on...

I recently found some adorable rodeo-themed flannel fabric; all cowboys, broncos, and clowns in action on a light blue background. I'd washed the fabric a few weeks ago, so all that remained was the ironing, pinning on, and cutting out of said pattern, and then to sit at my long-neglected sewing machine (my gift for college graduation. I picked it out. Seriously. And no, I did not major in sewing, home-ec, or any other domestic science) and start sewing.

I love pattern paper. It's all crinkly and fragile, and it brings back good childhood memories of watching my mom sew. I pinned the tissue-y paper onto the cowboys, broncos and clowns and started cutting. Pants are relatively easy to make, only two pattern pieces for the easy elastic waistband kind I was making, so I was feeling pretty confident. Cocky even. And as I cut I was mulling over many witty things I could include in my post about this project when, from some dark, drippy recess in my mind, a Gollum-y voice muttered something about 'right sides facing each other.'
"Maybe we should reads the instructions."
"What? No! We don't needs the instructions! We HATES the instructions!"
*reaches for instructions*
*rustling of paper*

Luckily, the steel trap that is my mind was able to see that once the pieces were cut out, I could peel them apart and put the right sides together and no-one would be the wiser.

Thence commenced the sewing. I pinned the "INSTRUCTIONS" to the bulletin board. I really should have read through them first, though. Because I could have saved myself a lot of time and thread if I'd bothered to read the part about only sewing to the crotch, and not continuing on down the leg-seam. Luckily, again, (Brain: *whizz-bang-POW!*) I realized that Ben would, effectively, be wearing a sort of skirt-like tube if I continued that way and quickly - and with only a few bad words - fixed the problem. The rest of the project went well and with any luck, Ben should be able to wear them, accompanied by a white t-shirt, to bed this weekend ( I still need to measure the elastic for his waist-size, and hem them.)

Then last night, TFH's new boss(es) took us out to dinner! Ben stayed with our friend U.K. as kids were not invited, but we all had a pretty good time. And it struck me that in the 12 years that TFH and I have been married, the Navy never once bought me dinner. Then I remembered a few times when I joined TFH for dinner on the submarine while it was in port.

This was WAAAAAAY better.

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Monday, October 08, 2007

Monday Mission ala TFH: "Are You Being Served?" (or "Why I Married My Husband")

I pretty much had my post done last Wednesday because I was scheduled to work Friday through Tuesday, and needed to be able to just cut-n-paste my blog to quickly post it Monday morning. Which I forgot to do. Which is why it shows the 4th as a publish date. So Wednesday night, I climbed into bed with a notebook (the old fashioned paper kind) and pen, and started in on it. Now, to give you a little history on how I ended up married to TFH - while I was initially attracted to his rugged good looks - it was his sense of humor that was the clincher (and to a lesser degree our shared love of good beer and coffee.) TFH is at his funniest when he's not entirely awake. Like when he's just waking up in the morning or, as I recently found out, when he is just drifting off to sleep. I was asking for some food-themed puns to "beef up" (SORRY! I just can't help myself) my post, when he offered "Steak Tartare, Well-Done." "I don't get it." I said. "It's a contradiction, you know, raw meat, that's well-done." he said. "You're missing the point" I said "It's not 'contradiction' like a contradiction in terms, but like, 'argumentative.'" I said. "But it's ridiculous." he said "It's not 'The Ridiculous Cafe,' its 'The Difference of Opinion Diner.'" Then I recognized the golden moment of semi-lucidity and acted on it: "So, um, what kinds of foods does 'The Ridiculous Cafe' serve, anyway?" *pause* Entrees Beef con Carne Deep Fried Sushi (as well as the afore mentioned Tartare) Vegetables 10 Eggplants, Overeasy ("that's one of our little jokes")* Wonky-Eyed Peas Celery Stalkers Beverages Wet Martini on Dry Ice Desserts Cotton-Mouth Candy Turkey Pot Pie ala Mode *TFH will award bonus points to anyone who remembers where that comes from.