Monday, June 25, 2012
Sunday, June 17, 2012
This little guy has been playing "dress up" since I can remember.
Among his favorite outfits:
- Long sleeve shirt with a black suit jacket
- Mouse hat and mouse tail
- ACU (camouflage) Jacket
- Batman suit that's two sizes small
- Cowboy shirt and hat
- Pirate shirt with bandanna
But here he is in an old pair of Naomi's glasses (glass taken out) and my cowboy boots, on the wrong feet..... What a kid!
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Thursday, June 7, 2012
2 1/2 cups Flour
1/2 cup Salt
2 Tablespoons Cream of Tarter
1 PKG unsweetened Kool-aid
3 Tablespoons Oil
2 cups BOILING water
Mix dry ingredients. Add oil and BOILING water. Mix with large spoon. I've made this countless times and usually don't need to add more flour, but if it's too wet add more flour slowly. This Play Dough turns out so great, and lasts for months. Just put it in a Ziplock.
Hours and hours of fun.
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
Sunday, June 3, 2012
I had recently heard a story about how people blindly follow GPS's so.... I took written directions along, just in case. When I was nearing my destination the routes were different. So, I fallow what the written directions say and end up nowhere near a retreat center, then I try the GPS, again, but end up more turned around. At this point I'm getting a little frustrated, the county side is beautiful, but I am wasting precious quilting time.
Although I was not very far from home it was nearing dusk, and I was feeling very unsure. I called the point of contact. She gave me directions. The retreat center was not far from where I was! I had zigged when I should have zagged, and needed to turn around.
On this unfamiliar farm road I took a wide turn, and didn't happen to see that ditch. My front tire was only inches away from sliding down, and both of my back tires were completely off the ground. My first instinct? Call Martin crying. Stuck in the middle of no-where, foreign county, can't speak the language, with a car in the ditch.
It wasn't long before the first car drove by, with the tiny amount of German and her limited English I asked for the farmer of the town to bring his tractor to pull me out. I had to laugh when I saw the worlds smallest tractor driving down that road. The woman had driven to the town Bakery and phoned the farmer who came within minutes. He didn't speak any English, but that didn't stop him from pulling me right out of that ditch and setting all 4 wheels on solid ground.
How did I thank him? A kiss on the check.
Although this wasn't very funny at the time, I did snap this one picture.