And just in time for HFL (Hamley Flome Leaveleem).
Monday, August 28, 2006
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
My Awesome 8-Year-Old
She catches bugs, wears and loves her brother's hand-me-down shorts, dons 4 different bracelets most of the time, sings BNL's "Canada's Really Big" without missing a word, makes castles (complete with drawbridge) using only paper, scissors and tape, and writes about most anything you can think of.
Today she decided to make cookies. She asked permission, I said yes and told her which recipe to use and then she went to work without another question. She worked diligently for about an hour and in the meantime I ran to Macey's to grab a chicken dinner for a sick family (because I forgot to fix the casserole). When I got back, the cookies had just gone into the oven. I looked into the mixing bowl to get a little snitch of the dough and immediately recognized there might be a problem. I ate some of the dough-batter anyway and somehow found myself smeared with Crisco. Approximately 8 minutes and several hand washings later, I helped her pull the pans out of the oven.
Discouragement. Frustration. And the realization that the recipe said "2 1/4 c. flour" not "1/4 c. flour."
Her little brother loved them.
I'm still working on the Crisco Abatement Plan.
Today she decided to make cookies. She asked permission, I said yes and told her which recipe to use and then she went to work without another question. She worked diligently for about an hour and in the meantime I ran to Macey's to grab a chicken dinner for a sick family (because I forgot to fix the casserole). When I got back, the cookies had just gone into the oven. I looked into the mixing bowl to get a little snitch of the dough and immediately recognized there might be a problem. I ate some of the dough-batter anyway and somehow found myself smeared with Crisco. Approximately 8 minutes and several hand washings later, I helped her pull the pans out of the oven.
Discouragement. Frustration. And the realization that the recipe said "2 1/4 c. flour" not "1/4 c. flour."
Her little brother loved them.
I'm still working on the Crisco Abatement Plan.
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
Rows
I thought I'd have a go at braiding and beading. I think I did alright, considering I had no idea what I was doing.
Thursday, August 03, 2006
A Plea
Dear Mr. Comcast Technician Man,
Please come and fix my phone.
I know you are busy. I know you have a good chunk of Provo to fix. But why wouldn't you come over and fix mine while you were here fixing George's next door?
Lots of my neighbors have phones that work.
I'll give you a coke and I'll buy you a pizza.
Really, I am a nice person and I really need my phone.
We don't have a cell phone as a back-up.
I've been really really patient, pleasant and understanding and even made some pretty good jokes when I have called (on my neighbors' phones, of course) trying to get my phone, internet and cable fixed.
I'm a good customer and always pay my bill.
Please?!?
Your mother would be proud of you.
I'll be your best friend.
We can keep it a secret between the two of us.
It will only take a minute.
Tomorrow is just too far away.
Your best customer,
Lorien
Please come and fix my phone.
I know you are busy. I know you have a good chunk of Provo to fix. But why wouldn't you come over and fix mine while you were here fixing George's next door?
Lots of my neighbors have phones that work.
I'll give you a coke and I'll buy you a pizza.
Really, I am a nice person and I really need my phone.
We don't have a cell phone as a back-up.
I've been really really patient, pleasant and understanding and even made some pretty good jokes when I have called (on my neighbors' phones, of course) trying to get my phone, internet and cable fixed.
I'm a good customer and always pay my bill.
Please?!?
Your mother would be proud of you.
I'll be your best friend.
We can keep it a secret between the two of us.
It will only take a minute.
Tomorrow is just too far away.
Your best customer,
Lorien
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