my blog life is suffering

Yes, my blog life is suffering since my beloved mac g5 died. I can access most stuff from my husband's computer, but I don't know how to, and am kind of protesting anyway, upload pics from my camera to this machine. Poor blog. Poor Marcia. I was in the process of writing a post about a unicorn cake I made for a friend's daughter's 5th birthday. Sad.

On the other hand, I'm getting a lot more done around the house and with my crochet. So that's a good thing, right?

weeds at the park

I'm being an ADD crocheter right now. About half-way through a giraffe and wanting to make play food now instead. And then there's Quintin the over-grown baby blue bird who needs only a few feathers atop his head. *sigh* I'll get back to them soon, I promise!

I plead the 5th

I am considering asking no, begging my sister's mother-in-law to adopt my husband and become my mother-in-law too. Because of her I acquired a lovely (to only me, apparently) set of salad spoons. Why nobody else likes them, I'll never know. And contrary to what she says, they were a gift. Oh wait ... she was the one who said they were a gift! That's all I can say about it for now and in fact, I may just invoke my 5th amendment rights.

I love them:

probably my favorite verse

What shall we do about poor little Tigger?

If he never eats nothing he'll never get bigger.

He doesn't like honey or haycorns or thistles

because of the taste and because of the bristles.

And all of the good things which an animal likes

have the wrong sort of swallow or too many spikes.

-- A.A. Milne

This tiny book is one we had as children.

I remember looking at during church when I was very small,

it's the story of when Eeyore lost his tail.

chapter books

This is one of those happy/sad things for me. I have them often when Tessa starts something new and exciting. She has begun to read chapter books. And she's started with Charlotte's Web. Happy because, well, who doesn't want their kid to read? (super funny clip by Brian Regan: here) And sad because this is my baby. And she isn't much of one anymore.

But lest anyone be concerned, she began reading this book with motives that were not quite pure. It seems her teacher is reading it to the class and she, my darling, my baby, my Tessa, was merely interested in getting ahead of everyone else. Yep. That's my girl!

nothing, really

I'm on my way out the door to get yarn and dog food. I'm super tired today. And sad. But we made it to the gym this morning, even though we were only there for half an hour. Here's a picture of my girls from our hike with my sister & her kids a couple of weeks ago.