Saturday, May 11, 2013

Say You, Say Me

Say you, say me; say it together 

Another funny thing happened during the door debacle at Callye’s house. Loud noises startle people. When that happens sometimes an expletive pops out. We may (or may not) have uttered a couple of words not used in everyday conversation, especially when there are Littles about.

After things settled down, while waiting for cookies to bake, Belle came to me. Looking straight at me with her big almost black eyes, she smiled and asked: “What does fark mean?” My mind started whirling. Oh my goodness. Fark. Does she mean fart? She couldn’t mean another ‘F’ word, could she? I didn’t say that at the huge bang, did I? Surely not. Maybe. If I’m honest I have to admit it has happened. But I don’t think it happened today. Oh no.

Beautiful Belle and the lispy Barbie!

Trying to deflect the conversation I said: “Fart? You know what that means silly girl!” No, she said. “Fark.” “Fart?” I asked again. “NO! FARK!” Okay. I’m trying to think, wondering how to explain that sometimes big people say bad words, but little people never should, when suddenly I have another idea. Hoping for the best I say, “Where did you hear that?”

She holds up the Barbie type doll she has in her hand, presses a button somewhere and the doll begins to sing a song. It’s a bit garbled and hard to understand but there it is. Fark. The doll plainly says something that sounds like fark.
The infamous singing Barbie!
Whew. That was close! Relieved, we listen again and again and finally decide the doll is singing the word Spark, albeit with a Barbie lisp.

The real words to the song!
But it goes to show that they hear everything! So be careful, especially if you’re startled and accidentally say “Bleep”!

Say you, say me; say it for always 
That's the way it should be 

It was a great weekend for a knitting get together. It’s an annual thing that we call WHIBSIB which means what happens in Buda stays in Buda with Buda being the name of the town where we gather. It’s ladies from across the state and we laugh, eat, knit, swap stories, yarn and books, win prizes, give prizes and just generally have a great time. There weren’t as many of us this year as usual but we still managed to have a great time!

Here we are at dinner! 15 of us anyway.
I started a quick knit on big needles. They laughed at some of my big needles but I like them. Instant gratification!
Giant needles!!
Say you, say me; say it together 

Friday, May 3, 2013

I Can See For Miles

I know you've deceived me, now here's a surprise 
I know that you have 'cause there's magic in my eyes 

We finally got to take the playhouse to the Littles. They hadn’t seen Junior in a while so they asked if he could come along. He loves the Littles so with Junior in the backseat and the playhouse on the trailer we headed out.

Junior absolutely loves Callye’s cookies. He can smell them from the other room. And if you open a bag with cookies he’s right there waiting. He doesn’t care if they are decorated or not! Of course there are always cookies in various stages available. He’ll eat the old ones and help clean the place up!

Junior as a cookie. He didn't get to eat this one!
After a great supper that Callye fixed, Alan and Bernie decided to take the playhouse to another location because it couldn’t be unloaded right then. Junior went with them. I was sitting at the counter watching Callye make her famous cookies. Bryce was engrossed in a computer game and the kids were playing. Suddenly there was a huge boom. We looked at each other and Bryce jumped up from his chair. The Littles in the house came running and we were expecting a scream or at least some tears. But there were none.

As Callye and Bryce ran towards the doorway to see what happened, I hung back with the kids. The wooden front door was open with just the glass storm type door leading to the outside at the end of the entryway. They didn’t see anything but my son-in-law opening the door and examining the glass.
Who put that door there anyway?
Bernie and Alan made the delivery and had just come back. Junior, probably anxious for a cookie treat was running full blast to get back inside the house! How was he to know there was a glass door? He’d never experienced such!

The huge boom was Junior, hitting the door! The glass was knocked out of the frame, but luckily it didn’t break and Bernie was there to catch it. Alan and he managed to repair it. Junior was embarrassed and it took some coaxing to get him to come inside! He wasn’t even tempted by one of his favorite treats, Callye’s cookies! He didn’t seem to be hurt, except for his pride, and he was pretty quiet after the whole experience.

The next day all was well. Junior slept. He’s recovered, except for a bit of a sore nose! I wonder if they need a dog star for the next Windex commercial.

If you think that I don't know about the little tricks you play.
And never see you when deliberately you put things in my way.

It’s time for the WHIBSIB knitting retreat! I am ready to get away, take it easy with friends I seldom get to see in person and not think about all those little things that make my stomach hurt. The main worry is which yarn to take! I’ll start something that’s a no-brainer so I can talk and have fun and not worry about messing something up. I’m going alone this year so I’ll have the solitary drive of about six hours to get ready! Buda…here I come!

I can see for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles. Oh yeah…