Chronicles of a Stay at Home Momma

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

"I don't want ice cream, I've already had apple pie!"

Saturday evening my lovely friend Sammi and I had a girl's night out. The original plan consisted of a little shopping and some Rita's afterwards. Pretty harmless right? We got into Anderson and did our thing at the mall (some very critical and hard decisions were made there...to match or not to match?) and then we got in Sammi's car to leave. As soon as we started driving, we immediately noticed that there was a banging/drumming sound going on in the back. Was it the tire? Naw! It was simply the bike rattling that Sammi had in her trunk!

We pulled into Rita's and checked it out. Sure enough, it wasn't the bike rattling,Sammi's back tire was busted. The guilty culprit? A nail stuck in the tire, probably picked up from the construction going on beside my apartment. Gosh. Yikes. Yuck.

Being the mechanical, bright, intelligent, and amazingly crafty at cars women that we are, we decided that we could just get the spare tire out from under her car and replace the flat one. Sounds easy enough, right? Well.......we couldn't figure out how to get the spare tire out and on top of that, it was flat as well. So our next option involved trying not to freak out (since it was growing dusk and some sketchballs live in Anderson) and calling every man that we knew. We tried Grey, Pastor Ken, Heath, David, Doug, and Joel...just to name a few. No one was available.

Finally, I noticed three guys around our age coming out of the restaurant next to Rita's. Desperately I asked them if they could help and boy did they! They went and bought a plugging kit, plugged the tire, took the tire to a gas station where they filled it with air, and then put the tire back on Sammi's car. Angels? We think so. :)

The funniest part was when two out of the three took the tire to go get air. The third one stayed with Sammi and me while we went to Rita's (that was where we wanted to go, after all). I think we ended up asking the poor kid if we could buy him ice cream since they helped us at least two or three times. Finally he looked at us and said, "I don't want ice cream, I've already had apple pie!" Geez...just trying to sell you Rita's. :)

After we left, we decided that we should thank them in some way so we came back to my apartment and attempted to make cookie dough brownies. I have NEVER had a pan of brownies fail on me, but maybe God was trying to teach me something about my pride. We baked the pan for the suggested 40 minutes only to find out that they were completely raw and oozing. 20 minutes later? THE SAME THING! I have no idea what happened, but they made for an amazing sack of fudge the next day! :)

All in all? God is good and took care of us AND gave me more precious time with Sammi! :)

Ciao!
B

Friday, May 28, 2010

Kittens like to spoon?

Aren't they cute?

Also, recently Oliver was chasing Franklin around like a bat out of (insert word here) when Franklin banged her head into the dresser. It was a loud bang, mind you. I didn't see any movement so I got a little worried. I went over to the dresser and found two little paws sticking out from under it. Below is how I found little Franklin.

When I stuck my hand under there, she started purring and immediately tried to nurse my finger. Dang kitten. Within the past week, she has also tried nursing from my fingers, toes, knuckles, elbow, and nose. I don't produce milk kitty! :)

Then, Oliver got scared and went to check on her. Her little brother likes her :)