Sherry Ellis's Blog, page 119
March 9, 2012
Eeny Meeny Miney Mo
It's official. Both of my kids have inherited my defective eyesight. My seven-year-old son was complaining that things looked a little blurry. I figured it was time to get checked. Sure enough, the little guy was in need of some correction.
"Mama, do I get to pick out a pair of glasses?"
"Yep."
"Cool!"
Well, I'm glad he was so excited about it.
He went over to the children's section and inspected his choices.
"Hmmm," he said scrunching up his eybrows. "I don't know which I should choose."
He decided to play a game of eeny meeny miney mo. After an exceedingly long version of the game, his finger landed on a pair of stylish Nike glasses. "Yay!" he said. "That's the pair I wanted anyway. I didn't like the other ones."
Well now, I'm so glad eeney meeny miney mo saved the day!
"Mama, do I get to pick out a pair of glasses?"
"Yep."
"Cool!"
Well, I'm glad he was so excited about it.
He went over to the children's section and inspected his choices.
"Hmmm," he said scrunching up his eybrows. "I don't know which I should choose."
He decided to play a game of eeny meeny miney mo. After an exceedingly long version of the game, his finger landed on a pair of stylish Nike glasses. "Yay!" he said. "That's the pair I wanted anyway. I didn't like the other ones."
Well now, I'm so glad eeney meeny miney mo saved the day!
March 7, 2012
Frisbee Dog
Aren't dogs supposed to, like, catch frisbees and return them to the thrower? Our German Shepherd apparently hasn't received the memo on that.
My daughter thought she'd play a nice game of frisbee with our year-and-a -half old beast.
"Schultz, catch!" She whipped the frisbee into the air. Schultz watched . Then he sprang into action.
So far so good.
But then he messed up. He decided that the frisbee must be a great neon yellow chew toy. He plopped his big hundred pound body on top of it and proceeded to chew away.
"Schultz! That's not what you're supposed to do!" My daughter ran over and grabbed the slobbery chewed up thing from him. "Let's try again."
She threw the frisbee. He chased. He pounced. He chewed.
By the time he was done with that frisbee, it was reduced to a few scraps of plastic.
What a knucklehead!
My daughter thought she'd play a nice game of frisbee with our year-and-a -half old beast.
"Schultz, catch!" She whipped the frisbee into the air. Schultz watched . Then he sprang into action.
So far so good.
But then he messed up. He decided that the frisbee must be a great neon yellow chew toy. He plopped his big hundred pound body on top of it and proceeded to chew away.
"Schultz! That's not what you're supposed to do!" My daughter ran over and grabbed the slobbery chewed up thing from him. "Let's try again."
She threw the frisbee. He chased. He pounced. He chewed.
By the time he was done with that frisbee, it was reduced to a few scraps of plastic.
What a knucklehead!
March 6, 2012
Master Chef
"Mama," my ten-year-old daughter said. "Can you teach my friend and me how to make chicken soup?"
They already had the celery, carrots, and cutting board out.
"Uh, okay." I wasn't quite sure what inspired chicken soup, but since it was a healthy dish, I thought I'd educate them on the process. I told them what to do and supervised them as they did it.
A short while later, a delicious pot of soup simmered on the stove.
Not wanting to be outdone, my seven-year-old son got in on the act. "I'm going to make something, too!"
He rummaged around and found an assortment of things. "Ta-dah!" he said as he showed me his creation. On the plate was a Samoa girl scout cookie, three ice cubes, and two dog biscuits.
What a genious. A meal fit for a king (and his best friend - a dog named Schultz)!
They already had the celery, carrots, and cutting board out.
"Uh, okay." I wasn't quite sure what inspired chicken soup, but since it was a healthy dish, I thought I'd educate them on the process. I told them what to do and supervised them as they did it.
A short while later, a delicious pot of soup simmered on the stove.
Not wanting to be outdone, my seven-year-old son got in on the act. "I'm going to make something, too!"
He rummaged around and found an assortment of things. "Ta-dah!" he said as he showed me his creation. On the plate was a Samoa girl scout cookie, three ice cubes, and two dog biscuits.
What a genious. A meal fit for a king (and his best friend - a dog named Schultz)!
March 5, 2012
Dog With a Crown
A couple of days ago, my daughter went to the mall to participate in one of those model search pageants. She didn't win, but she was a finalist, so she got a cute crown and a trophy.
I don't know what she was thinking, but she decided that our hundred pound male German Shepherd would look just fabulous with a sparkly gemstone crown. She affixed it to his head. (I seriously can't believe he let her do it.)
"Mama, look! Schultz is the winner!"
He cocked his head.
"Yeah," I said. "There he is - Dog America!"
Maybe there's a future for him in modeling. He'd look good on the cover of Seventeen Magazine!
I don't know what she was thinking, but she decided that our hundred pound male German Shepherd would look just fabulous with a sparkly gemstone crown. She affixed it to his head. (I seriously can't believe he let her do it.)
"Mama, look! Schultz is the winner!"
He cocked his head.
"Yeah," I said. "There he is - Dog America!"
Maybe there's a future for him in modeling. He'd look good on the cover of Seventeen Magazine!
March 4, 2012
Party On!
My son was invited to one of his buddy's birthday party. Since he lives nearby, we sent our boy off to walk to the party. "Come home as soon as it's done," my husband and I instructed.
Meanwhile, I had to take my daughter somewhere. On our way out the door, I reminded my husband of when the party would be over. "Uh, huh," he answered as he plunked away on the computer. "He can walk home."
I had a feeling this would be interesting.
When my daughter and I returned, it was late. My son was home, grinning ear to ear.
"Did you have fun at the party?" I asked.
"Yeah," he said. "Guess how long I was there?"
Uh oh. "Um, how long?"
"Five hours!"
"Seriously? You were there five hours?"
"Yeah. Everybody was!"
Oh my gosh. That poor mom! A house full of seven and eight year old boys for five hours! All I can say, is better her than me! (I found out she didn't mind. It was like a giant playdate. Thank God! I was feeling pretty bad about it!)
Meanwhile, I had to take my daughter somewhere. On our way out the door, I reminded my husband of when the party would be over. "Uh, huh," he answered as he plunked away on the computer. "He can walk home."
I had a feeling this would be interesting.
When my daughter and I returned, it was late. My son was home, grinning ear to ear.
"Did you have fun at the party?" I asked.
"Yeah," he said. "Guess how long I was there?"
Uh oh. "Um, how long?"
"Five hours!"
"Seriously? You were there five hours?"
"Yeah. Everybody was!"
Oh my gosh. That poor mom! A house full of seven and eight year old boys for five hours! All I can say, is better her than me! (I found out she didn't mind. It was like a giant playdate. Thank God! I was feeling pretty bad about it!)
March 3, 2012
The Versatile Blogger Award for Some A-Z Blogs
I am so excited! This is the first blogging award I've ever received. Thanks to pbquig from Pirate Knitting for giving me this award!
I will be nominating 15 other fine bloggers for this award. Here are the instructions if you receive it:
1. Nominate 15 fellow bloggers for the Versatile Blogger Award.
2. In the same post, add the Versatile Blogger Award.
3. In the same post, thank the blogger who nominated you in a post with a link back to their blog.
4. In the same post, share 7 completely random pieces of information about yourself.
5. In the same post, include this set of rules.
6. Inform each nominated blogger of their nomination by posting a comment on each of their blogs.
7 Random Things About Me:
1. I used to be a PADI Scuba diving instructor.
2. I have performed as a solo violist in France and Germany.
3. My favorite color is red.
4. I love dark chocolate!
5. I've moved fourteen times in my life.
6. Skydiving is on my bucket list.
7. I enjoy learning languages.
And now for the 15 people. (I found these bloggers from the list of people signed up for the A-Z challenge coming up this April. Please check them out, and consider signing your blog up for this fun challenge.)
1. From Sarah With Joy
2. Welcome to Me
3. Amybeads
4. Yet Another Blog About Life
5. Lucy Adams
6. Cat
7. Rob and Lisa
8. Angies Home Cooking
9. Suzi Fischer
10. M. Hufstader
11. Tasha Seegmiller
12. Suzanna Banana
13. Alyssa
14. Andrea Coventry
15. Anglers Rest
To post on your blog, save the award picture, go to your dashboard, click on your blog, go to your layout, add gadget, scroll down until you find the one that says, "picture," then just upload the picture, write a title, and a caption (maybe thank the person who gave you the award). And you're done. (Whew! )
March 2, 2012
Tin Foil Hats
I don't know what my husband was thinking, but he came up with the brilliant idea of fabricating tin foil hats. He sat in his office concocting one of these things. Then he placed it on his head. My kids, of course, thought this was great.
"Oh, Daddy! Can you make one for us?"
"You just take some foil and wrap it around to make the hat. Go ahead. Make it yourselves."
Typical Daddy answer.
So my kids went in the kitchen and pulled out a roll of aluminum foil. They went to town.
While they were doing this, I was busy teaching violin lessons. As I demonstrated the Mozart A Major violin concerto for my student, my daughter came in and placed a shiny tin foil hat on my head. I kept playing. My student looked at me funny.
"What, you've never seen anyone play a Mozart concerto with a tin hat on?'
The student giggled and shook her head.
I kept my hat on for the rest of the lessons. Parents looked at me like I was nuts. Yeah, I guess I am. Obviously it runs in the family!
(By the way, we are the proud owners of four tin foil hats. I think we should start a business!)
"Oh, Daddy! Can you make one for us?"
"You just take some foil and wrap it around to make the hat. Go ahead. Make it yourselves."
Typical Daddy answer.
So my kids went in the kitchen and pulled out a roll of aluminum foil. They went to town.
While they were doing this, I was busy teaching violin lessons. As I demonstrated the Mozart A Major violin concerto for my student, my daughter came in and placed a shiny tin foil hat on my head. I kept playing. My student looked at me funny.
"What, you've never seen anyone play a Mozart concerto with a tin hat on?'
The student giggled and shook her head.
I kept my hat on for the rest of the lessons. Parents looked at me like I was nuts. Yeah, I guess I am. Obviously it runs in the family!
(By the way, we are the proud owners of four tin foil hats. I think we should start a business!)
March 1, 2012
Drilling the Driveway
Today, we had a little repair work done on the driveway. A couple of the concrete slabs had settled unevenly, so instead of getting a new driveway, we called the driveway jackers. They drill a hole through the slab and inject concrete, "floating" the slab until it is level.
Anyway, my son saw the workers drilling with their jackhammers.
"Hey," he said. "What are they doing?"
"Fixing the driveway."
He looked at me kind of funny, because it didn't seem that they were fixing the driveway at all. I explained the process. Satisfied, he went off to do whatever he does.
Later, after the workers had left, I found my little guy on the driveway with his toy jack hammer.
"Dude," I said. "What are you doing?"
"They missed a spot."
Anyway, my son saw the workers drilling with their jackhammers.
"Hey," he said. "What are they doing?"
"Fixing the driveway."
He looked at me kind of funny, because it didn't seem that they were fixing the driveway at all. I explained the process. Satisfied, he went off to do whatever he does.
Later, after the workers had left, I found my little guy on the driveway with his toy jack hammer.
"Dude," I said. "What are you doing?"
"They missed a spot."
February 29, 2012
Spilt Milk
I think I've been sabotaged. This morning I came downstairs and found a bowl sitting on the counter. It was filled with the remains of someone's snack - some cereal flakes, and an awful lot of milk. Spoiled milk. I tried to pick that thing up to rinse it and put it in the dishwasher. It wouldn't budge. I tried again. Still no luck.
What's up with this thing? I wondered. Whatever it was sitting in was acting like glue. I figured I needed a little more torque. So I wrapped my arms around it and gave it a twist.
Dumb move. Because the next thing that happened, was that all of that spoiled milk flipped out of the bowl and landed on my nice clean sweater.
Argh! Somebody is going to pay for this!
What's up with this thing? I wondered. Whatever it was sitting in was acting like glue. I figured I needed a little more torque. So I wrapped my arms around it and gave it a twist.
Dumb move. Because the next thing that happened, was that all of that spoiled milk flipped out of the bowl and landed on my nice clean sweater.
Argh! Somebody is going to pay for this!
February 28, 2012
One Proud Girl
My daughter has been wanting an iPod touch for a very long time. I told her that if she wanted it, she would have to save her money. She did. We had her scrubbing floors and cleaning dog doo in the back yard. She really earned her cash!
Today, after about two years of labor, she proudly made this announcement: "Mama, I have enough money! Can I buy the iPod?"
"Well, yes you can," I said. "You've worked very hard!"
We went on Amazon and she picked out a fourth generation iPod touch.
She was ecstatic. And I was proud of her. It was a good lesson in working hard and learning the value of money!
Today, after about two years of labor, she proudly made this announcement: "Mama, I have enough money! Can I buy the iPod?"
"Well, yes you can," I said. "You've worked very hard!"
We went on Amazon and she picked out a fourth generation iPod touch.
She was ecstatic. And I was proud of her. It was a good lesson in working hard and learning the value of money!
