Archives for March 2004

Sunday, March 28, 2004 in I Forgot To Pick A Category

It might finally be spring

I think.

On my morning blog surfing, there is a disproportunate number of blogs I read that are talking about *plants* and *gardening* or *sunshine*. STOP IT! It rained here for two days straight, and I still have snow on my front lawn. Not just a little bit either. The empty lot across from me is barely.. well, bare. There must be a good foot of snow left.

Also on my front lawn is a ton of gravel. No, not on purpose. It was tossed on my lawn with buckets of snow from the snow plows and gravel trucks, one of the benefits of living on the main road. I swear, the gravel is covering the grass up to halfway between the hedge and my porch. Oh my poor hedge. It looks really pathetic and bare too.

I walked around the front yard yesterday (I know! I went outside!) to look at the round planter to see if any bulbs were coming up. The snow came up level with the top of the planter still. There was some green stuff, but it was the flash-frozen leftovers from last year. *sigh*

Maybe I’ll post some pictures of last year’s garden again (cuz I remove them after a while) so you can see how nice it is supposed to look.

Later: Okay, I put some photos here. Makes me want spring even more!

Saturday, March 27, 2004 in I Forgot To Pick A Category

I have the bug…

the scrapbooking bug that is. I have been picking up a few things here & there and finally had the chance to sit down and dow some “real” pages. Like EIGHT! Meaghan did some of those too. I’m addicted, it’s official. And the local scrapbooking store was having a sale and I spent a whopping $40, mostly on stuff that was 50% off.

I went to the fabric store, too, where they also had a big sale. Mmmmm… retail therapy. 🙂

Saturday, March 27, 2004 in I Forgot To Pick A Category

Emma’s new word

“Mommy!” she says to me last night, “Those tatoes are disgusting.”

I was pretty sure I misheard her, because I wasn’t exactly listening, so I asked her, “Whaa??”

“The tatoes, ” she said, pointing to leftover supper. “They’re yucky.”

Thursday, March 25, 2004 in I Forgot To Pick A Category

Carl in Wales at last! And he sends photos!

As you may or may not know, Carl, my mother’s beloved husband, is in Wales visiting his daughter Julia (HI!!!) who is there for school for a year. (or something like that)

Anyway, Carl has uploaded some photos for us all to see.

And yes Carl, Mom *is* driving me crazy.

Thursday, March 25, 2004 in homeschooling


Just working on my homeschooling newsletter for the parent’s meeting tonight.

The Ten Most Important Things You Need to Know About Homeschooling

53 Reasons To Homeschool

(Edited later on to fix the second link because I can’t type and eat a fudgsicle at the same time. I also couldn’t get them cut & pasted into word perfect and had to leave the computer alone lest I beat it to death.)

Thursday, March 25, 2004 in I Forgot To Pick A Category

Bienvenue a Wal-M@rt

We went to Bathurst yesterday, Ron and I. To sound like a local, you must say BAT-hurst from deep in your throat. It is north of here, deep in the heart of Acadia, and almost other-worldly. Ron was going to take his certification test, and I was going shopping while I waited for him.

Inside the local Shrine to American Consumerism, I bought new sneakers and two new pairs of gym pants. I looked at practically everything, making myself dizzy with all the bright lights and snazzy colors, and wished I had a store map. The snatches of conversation were liberally peppered with English, but even still I only understood about one word in ten, most of which was going by too fast. The piped in Muzak went from Top 40 to Celine Dion to traditional Acadian tunes. Nothing like watching those prices fall to the tune of an accordion.

As I neared the cash, I wondered how foolish I could look in another language. I was mentally rehearsing my ouis et nons et mercis when I realized the clerk was babbling on in English about how I missed one more educational placemat. She actually left the cash and dragged me over to the display while we searched for the last remaining sheet of Prime Ministers.

In the rest of the mall, I did inventory of the one in ten stores that remained open. The mall was a ghost town since the mill closed. I agonized over fabric, deciding not to get anything in the end, and drooled over the scrapbooking supplies in pretty much every store. In one, as I felt up some paper, a clerk came over and let out a smiling polite stream of French. “No thanks, just looking.” I automatically replied, then my brain caught up with my mouth as I realized she had said, “Is there anything I can help you look for?” She giggled.

When Ron showed up, I knew he passed his test. He’s officially certifiable now.

Heh, actually he is now a “Microsoft certified programmer in Windows applications using C#”.