Randomness From The Land Of Us

Micah loves playing with clothes hampers. He puts one of the Woodys in (or sometimes all of them) and gives it a shove down the steps, he uses one to truck toys from room to room, and even loves to crawl inside them and have someone close the lid. I only fear that some day he will decide it's completely unfair for Woody to have all the fun and try riding it down the stairs himself. That would be the day that I get kicked out of the running for Mom of the Year permanently. We ask the other kids to take it back upstairs when they see it. (Because we all know that I do my fair share of lugging.) So the other day Luke put it away and Micah followed right after only to get it out again. (The nerve of Luke to put it away!) Luke was a tiny bit exasperated and said "I'm just sick and tired of putting away that clothes hamster!" Yes, folks, we have a very fashion conscious rodent here. It's very hard finding clothes to fit that diva.

Luke is such a tender hearted little thing. Actually all my kids are, and I love that. But Luke frequently comes to me and asks to pray with him that Josh get better soon. And yesterday he made several get-well cards for his brother. This was my favorite.


We did, indeed, rent movies and get soda for Josh. Luke was extremely jealous of such treatment (even though he benefited from it as well) and declared that he wished he had the pox. Josh was willing to give them and his bounty away if only he could stop itching. Becky spent Friday night at a friend's house and we went to get her last evening. She wished that she was Josh when she learned that he got to stay home from school for a week. I reminded her that the pox was only part of it, and told her that pox and strep may cause that wonderful flesh eating thing. She was in horror. "Forget it. My beautiful skin is too precious to sacrifice." Girls.

We were eating supper the other night (as in Jan. 1) and Becky made the comment that the meat was purchased last year. We all ha-ha'd over that and went right on eating. But when they heard that the salad was also purchased last year, Josh suddenly didn't want to eat it. Maybe that's what brought on all this sickness. Year-old lettuce.

We took that puppy to Pittsburgh yesterday and my husband could not believe the utter lack of forethought I'd put into the meeting place. For those of you who know as much as I do about football, I'll clue you in. It was game day in the Burgh. This means that traffic is worse (yes, worse) than rush hour during the week. Sports fanatics were turning out in droves to see their team play. We were lucky, though, and got into and out of the city before the traffic picked up. At least I'd made the appointment early in the day.

And on this wonderful trip to the Burgh, we took the car. The car that is 16 years old, has over 200,000 miles on it, merely sips gas, and runs like a top. The door handles don't work right, the doors are quite rusty, the radio brackets broke and it's hanging balancing in the hole held in place by cords, the windows don't wind up and down without getting stuck, and the windshield fluid pump is broken. This last one poses problems on occasion, like when it's raining or snowing. You can smear the muck around, but you just can't clean it off. My husband wanted to be able to see on the turnpike so he improvised. He took a bottle of Windex along yesterday. He rolled down the window, turned on the wipers, put his arm out and sprayed the windshield. His own words were "you might be a redneck if..." But did I mention that the car has been paid off for 12 years and runs like a top?