This year, we spent Christmas with some good friends. We had a lovely dinner, and then celebrated by having. . .
a Nerf dart gun war!!!!
Friday, December 26, 2008
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Saturday, December 20, 2008
I'm back!
We are finally back in Sunny California! (not for long!)
I thought you'd like to see our new home (if you haven't already)
We get to keep the fridge, all window treatments, and the dining room set plus the hutch that goes with it.
I thought you'd like to see our new home (if you haven't already)
We get to keep the fridge, all window treatments, and the dining room set plus the hutch that goes with it.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Elle for President!
The picture is this year's, but I found this piece of writing from last year as I was going through stuff. It was too good to pass up. She has as good a reason for picking her vice president as anyone else. Her message to the American people sounds good to me. I'd vote for her! How about you?
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
One year ago today. . .
Chris' mom was in town for Thanksgiving.
She was at home making pies for us. I was working book fair at school. (again)
My friend and I had just gone to Scholastic to pick up some books we needed. She asked me if I needed a ride home. I said nah.
I worked a little bit more on book fair and then started walking home.
I decided to go down the little back street behind our building where it was quieter so I could call Kristen. I was a little nervous about going that way, (hello, Holy Ghost) but I decided to be brave and go anyway.
I called Kristen, but she wasn't home.
As I walked, I noticed a guy in a parked car.
I kept walking while I put my phone in my purse.
Another guy was walking from the parked car toward the sidewalk. He turned to the guy in the car, made a pone gesture and said, "The girl on the cell phone."
I thought, "Wait. Are they talking about ME?"
Of course not.
I kept walking, and unzipped my purse to get my house keys out.
I looked up and there was the phone gesturing man in front of me.
Weird.
I thought, "I'm not going to be prejudice (he was black). I'm sure he just wants to wish me a happy Thanksgiving, so I'll be polite."
NOPE.
He said, "GIVE ME YOUR BAG!"
I didn't have a bag, (I didn't realize he meant my purse) but, I knew this guy was trouble. My heart started racing and panic washed over me.
I instinctively clutched my purse with my right hand.
He reached out and plucked it off my arm.
I was still holding the strap.
Then I woke up.
He walked into the street.
A red car drove by.
I looked around for help and I started to approach the red car (purse strap still in hand).
The man was on the opposite side of the car
POINTING A GUN
at the driver and demanding his F_ing wallet.
I decided it was a good time to head home.
I slowly walked the 50 or so yards to my street and went down.
I turned to see if they car or the guy was around.
They weren't, so I ran the rest of the way home.
My hands shook as I unlocked the gate and then the building door and then my door.
I ran inside still clutching and now waving my purse strap and said, "I just got mugged!"
My mother-in-law hugged me and I ran to the computer to look up the local police station's number.
She said, "Just call 911!"
I did.
Then I called Chris, and he canceled all my cards
Less than 10 min. later, there was a loud knock at the door.
I peeked through the peaky hole (after standing on a stool so I could reach it).
No one was there.
Loud knock again.
"What do I do?!" I asked my mother-in-law.
"Ask who it is!"
I did.
They said it was LAPD.
I opened the door to find a police woman flat against the wall holding a gun with both hands pointing toward the ceiling, and a police man on my left in the same stance.
They came in and said how nice it smelled (from the pumpkin pie).
We offered them water, but they declined.
I gave them a crappy description of the guy and told them I thought he talked to a guy in a black SUV.
The police checked all the garbage cans, but they didn't find anything.
I filled out a report and later mailed a paper in listing everything that was in my purse including $10.
Since we were doing well with our budget, Chris said we'd just file the $10 under "Gifts."
It's been a year and I haven't heard a thing about my purse since.
So, be wiser than me and don't carry so much in your purse, and don't go down back roads by yourself especially when you hear the Holy Ghost tell you not to. :)
She was at home making pies for us. I was working book fair at school. (again)
My friend and I had just gone to Scholastic to pick up some books we needed. She asked me if I needed a ride home. I said nah.
I worked a little bit more on book fair and then started walking home.
I decided to go down the little back street behind our building where it was quieter so I could call Kristen. I was a little nervous about going that way, (hello, Holy Ghost) but I decided to be brave and go anyway.
I called Kristen, but she wasn't home.
As I walked, I noticed a guy in a parked car.
I kept walking while I put my phone in my purse.
Another guy was walking from the parked car toward the sidewalk. He turned to the guy in the car, made a pone gesture and said, "The girl on the cell phone."
I thought, "Wait. Are they talking about ME?"
Of course not.
I kept walking, and unzipped my purse to get my house keys out.
I looked up and there was the phone gesturing man in front of me.
Weird.
I thought, "I'm not going to be prejudice (he was black). I'm sure he just wants to wish me a happy Thanksgiving, so I'll be polite."
NOPE.
He said, "GIVE ME YOUR BAG!"
I didn't have a bag, (I didn't realize he meant my purse) but, I knew this guy was trouble. My heart started racing and panic washed over me.
I instinctively clutched my purse with my right hand.
He reached out and plucked it off my arm.
I was still holding the strap.
Then I woke up.
He walked into the street.
A red car drove by.
I looked around for help and I started to approach the red car (purse strap still in hand).
The man was on the opposite side of the car
POINTING A GUN
at the driver and demanding his F_ing wallet.
I decided it was a good time to head home.
I slowly walked the 50 or so yards to my street and went down.
I turned to see if they car or the guy was around.
They weren't, so I ran the rest of the way home.
My hands shook as I unlocked the gate and then the building door and then my door.
I ran inside still clutching and now waving my purse strap and said, "I just got mugged!"
My mother-in-law hugged me and I ran to the computer to look up the local police station's number.
She said, "Just call 911!"
I did.
Then I called Chris, and he canceled all my cards
Less than 10 min. later, there was a loud knock at the door.
I peeked through the peaky hole (after standing on a stool so I could reach it).
No one was there.
Loud knock again.
"What do I do?!" I asked my mother-in-law.
"Ask who it is!"
I did.
They said it was LAPD.
I opened the door to find a police woman flat against the wall holding a gun with both hands pointing toward the ceiling, and a police man on my left in the same stance.
They came in and said how nice it smelled (from the pumpkin pie).
We offered them water, but they declined.
I gave them a crappy description of the guy and told them I thought he talked to a guy in a black SUV.
The police checked all the garbage cans, but they didn't find anything.
I filled out a report and later mailed a paper in listing everything that was in my purse including $10.
Since we were doing well with our budget, Chris said we'd just file the $10 under "Gifts."
It's been a year and I haven't heard a thing about my purse since.
So, be wiser than me and don't carry so much in your purse, and don't go down back roads by yourself especially when you hear the Holy Ghost tell you not to. :)
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
The giraffe
Here's a better picture of Chris' awesome giraffe to go along with that last post.
(And the librarian trying not to be in the picture:)
Answers
Just in case you've asked, "What does Nanette DO all day?"
I'm here to tell you. At least what I've been up to for the past week (and I'm not done yet).
First, I'm collecting food for the food bank.
I take a cart (see above photo) around to each and every class at school (There are, I think, 33),
and gather multiple bags of food from each one.
Then, I wheel the cart to the hall and inventory every single (sometime literally) stinking item so that each class gets credit for every item of food they brought in. This was NOT my idea, but I have to do it because we're having a contest between the classes.
I have a separate box for each item, except the "extras" that aren't on the list we sent out, but people gave us anyway.
(Those items are in the three giant boxes at the right)
THEN, I have to put one of each item in a box for a complete Thanksgiving meal.
The white boxes are the complete meals.
The food on the blue cart is expired food. (That's why it is literally stinking food sometimes)
The oldest thing I've seen was from 2006. ew.
I'm getting a fabulous work out walking all around campus, then lifting heavy cans of food, then doing tons of lunges as I bend down to put the food in boxes. Plus, I don't have time to snack!
My thighs are going to look great when I'm done !:)
As if that didn't keep my busy enough, I also have to do Book Fair before and after school and a couple nights and during lunch :)
That's our snake wound up in the book rounder. I did the Christmas display all by myself! :)
Chris made the awesome giraffe outside the door. (Thanks again, sweety!)
AND. . .
I'm supposed to make multiple kinds of cookies to thank all the parent volunteers who help out at Book Fair.
So, that's what I've been up to lately, and why I haven't posted.
Drink up this one while you can because, like I said, it's not over yet!!
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