The Snowless Globeless

A tale of Meg's stupidity

It's that time of year when the Christmas decorations come out. Meg was excited as she opened the box of decorations and pulled out the first few. No tree yet, the ornaments will have to wait. The nativities, those can come out now. Hmm... where would the stockings go this year? Oh, there is the beautiful snow globe, that can definitely come out now. This would only be the second year the snow globe was part of the decorations, it was a gift from her sister just last year. One or two more things would do it for now. Meg being the practical person she is, wanted to take the fewest number of trips possible from the storage room to the living room. So, she carefully held the snow globe while balancing other items around it. Crunch. What was that? It couldn't be the snow globe, she was being so careful. Alas, as she looked down into her hand she realized water was flowing from a large crack in the globe. Luckily, knowing her own propensity to break things, she had stored it in a large zip-type freezer bag. The bag was holding the gushing water quite well. The only bright point in an otherwise forlorn situation.

Meg was very distraught. Angry with herself for not carrying the snow globe by itself. Very upset because she really liked the snow globe and was excited to decorate with it. After a therapeutic cry, she decided to see if it was in any way salvageable. It was quite easy to break out the rest of the glass. Only one small piece of anything else was broken. Superglue fixed that. She was able to save everything except the snow and the globe. So now it is a snowless globeless:

It's just not the same.

What do you think?

Sorry the pictures aren't great. I was trying self-portraits.

Is anyone else thinking Ralphie's brother?

I also see penguins:

What do you do if...

the tab on the diaper breaks just as you are putting the diaper on the baby?

Mommy solution: throw the diaper away and use a new diaper, it's not like it happens everyday.

Daddy solution:
That's right, duct tape.

Halloween

I finally downloaded my Halloween pictures. Here are the girls:
Any guess as to what Ruby's costume is? I'm not quite sure what it's supposed to be and I thought it very odd that the face was on the back of the head.

Random Phone Call

I'm sharing this because I found it all rather entertaining.

This morning I got a phone call from a cell number, no name associated. This was the basic conversation:

Me: "Hello," pause, "Hello?"
Caller: "Hi?"
Me: "Hi."
Caller: "Who is this?"
I hate when people try that, especially when they call me.
Me: "Who are you?"
Caller: "I have this number in my phone under 'House' and I thought it was my house. But I guess not."
Me: "I don't think so." Honestly, do you not know your own home phone number? Don't they make you memorize that when you're in kindergarten? Maybe this is the real problem with cell phones.
Caller, still trying really hard to have this be the right number: "Do you know anyone named Bob?" Name changed to protect the idiot.
Me: "Bob who?"
Caller: "Bob Jones."
Me: "No." Do you really think asking it that way will make it so I don't know that's your name?
Caller: "Okay, thanks."

Now, to make it even better, a few days ago this same number called our house at approximately one o'clock in the morning. I didn't wake up to it, and by the time Ray answered the person had already hung up. So when Ray came home for lunch today I told him about this conversation.

Ray's response: "Bob Jones? That name sounds really familiar. I think he called about the house." That would be the house we sold last month. "He wanted to rent. He said he would call back in a month or two to see if we hadn't sold it yet." That would explain why he put the number in his phone under "House." But apparently Bob Jones doesn't have any memory of this. At least I have an explanation if he calls back.

Fun Pictures

This is the girls sitting on the pillow I used to use to nurse them. They have gotten a lot bigger in the last year.

Cora playing in the box that birthday presents came in.










Cora lounging in the toy basket and eating rocks. Cora is our rock collector. She always manages to find rocks when we are outside. One day she was playing on the ground and I had set the diaper bag next to her. I obviously wasn't paying much attention to what she was doing because a few days later I found a collection of rocks in the side pocket of the diaper bag. Yes, I was carrying several rocks in my diaper bag for two or three days. Like my diaper bag needs any extra weight.

I just thought this picture of Ruby was too cute not to share.












I don't know why I put shoes on the girls anymore. They take them off before we can go anywhere. Also, the girls are learning to climb. Ruby climbed up into the window from the couch. She was quite proud of herself.