Monday Monday….

Those who are of the era should hear that as Peter, Paul and Mary sang it in California Dreamin’. Yeah, I’m old enough…

Anyhow, today has started off well. I’m slightly on edge because once again someone is upstairs. It’s either the resident manager fixing the place, or someone has moved in. I’m thinking it’s the resident manager—I mean, they really couldn’t have rented the place out this quickly, could they? Although I do think they’ve had someone up to look at it. I have a suggestion—-just wait until we leave (it’s not fast enough for me either), and then you can have at it all you want. ๐Ÿ˜

But, my daughter is back home. Now, I expect T home all day and all day tomorrow (which really means all night, since he’s always home all day….), but she’s supposed to be in school. She got a headache and threw up. Not sure why. She hasn’t thrown up since in the car (I came prepared! She thought I was crazy for it, but it proved a good idea. She wasn’t able to hold it in, ha ha—told her! I brought the garbage can from the living room with me. I knew T would not like it if she threw up on our car floor.). I gave her some Motrin (she’s old enough to take one of them…boo hoo…) when she got home and sent her in to lay down. I’ve got to check on her soon.

I’ve got the turkey from the dinner at the church on Thursday boiling so I can make a turkey soup. This is the base, later this afternoon I will be adding the “fun” stuff, and picking the bones to get the little bits of meat off. Long story short, this was all I really felt comfortable asking for. The lady who arranged it….well, I think she probably just about fell off her chair when I told her there’d be 5 people coming (and 6 getting food, as dad was able to get a plate for her), and she didn’t come across as too thrilled with so many of us there. ๐Ÿ˜ Sometimes, huh?

Tomorrow is Korv. I haven’t had that FOREVER. I love it…I’m just a good old Swedish girl at heart (and I really am Swedish—my mom’s dad came over with his family in the early 1900’s, when he was about P’s age. That makes me a full 1/4 Swedish ๐Ÿ™‚ I know very little of any of the rest of my family on that side though. I’ll not get into it any further.).

Yesterday was Amish Friendship Bread baking day. And while I was supposed to only have 2 bags (my really good friend Cindy was supposed to take one when she and her husband left after they visited on Thursday but she forgot it), I was able to find something to do with all 3 bags—I made these GREAT rolls with some, and there’s the first part of the dough for Cinnamon Buns rising right now. I should make that soon too.

I feel really good because my dishes have been washed all week. Well, I’ve kept the sink clear, finished off the last of the pans that were backed up, and kept it clear these last few days too. I intend to keep it longer. It feels good. ๐Ÿ™‚

I found the ability to make a Family Sticker on someone else’s blog. Here’s my brood:

Pyzam Family Sticker Toy
Get your own Family Sticker Maker & MySpace Layouts.



We don’t really all have the same color hair, the 3 of us, but they won’t let me add red for mine and sort of a dirty yellow for the kids, so we all look like we all have the same hair. And I can’t add that hint of gray T’s had since he was 23 either. Yes, 23. I guess I’m just that stress inducing ๐Ÿ˜‰ What’s more, D does wear glasses but not all the time—and T sorta needs them, and is thinking of going ahead and getting them when we go for our eye appointment next year. ๐Ÿ˜ He’ll look dashing, I just know it! ๐Ÿ˜€

I guess that’s it for now. I do have some bloggy things to catch up on, maybe later ๐Ÿ™‚

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