Sometimes an inaccurate memory is best....

Sometimes, it is so much fun to remember, to relive our childhoods.  Other times not so much.  I had a great childhood, even considering all the near death and maiming situations we were exposed to and participated in.  When I see vintage Fisher-Price toys I am filled with warm fuzzies. 

Sometimes a particular piece of Corning Ware makes me shed a little tear, and I love sharing "what I used to watch" with my kids.  This sharing of old TV is what brings us to the "not so much".

For example, I really loved "The Love Boat".  The glamour, excitement, beautiful clothes, exotic places and I really wanted to be Julie McCoy. I did not, however need to become cognizant of some things of which I was blissfully unaware.  For example, Captain Stubbing's great appreciation of   "Mountainous Terrain" as pertains to the ladies, Doc wasn't a romantic figure he was a boy bimbo!  Not to mention all the hooking up and innuendo.  Happy Days wasn't much better, The Fonz, who was so cool was essentially a jerk and those teenagers only had smooching on the brain.    "Get Smart", we love that but Maxwell is very into the ladies. "Gilligan's Island", a huge hit in our house but not an example of stellar thinking in that bunch.  "Isis" wow those special effects!  So what if she had powers from an ancient Egyptian God.  Wonder Woman we love her and that lasso of truth.  "Charlie's Angels",  well the nude beach episode=not so family friendly

The Greatest American Hero also did not pass the Huston guidelines of appropriate TV.

"Oh Zephyr winds that blow on high, Lift me now so I can fly."

This was going to be me once I became a D-cup and a brunette

For Christmas, Jenny got me season 1 of The Bionic Woman.  I am so excited!  Just after I morphed into Wonder Woman or Isis I'd be Jaime Sommers.  She was awesome!  Steve Austin was pretty hunky too!  So yesterday we popped in disc one and began with the crossover episodes on The Six Million Dollar Man.  I was so disappointed to realize she was kinda messed up and something of a hindrance.  Also, she was pretty free and easy about passing out her kisses.  I'm hoping after the skydiving accident, the bionics rejection and the memory loss, she will have gotten her act together.  I most definitely hope she ceases to send Steve mixed messages!  

It's important to me!

I've been a bit busy lately, shopping, wrapping, crafting and such.  All fun things but in between I have been trying to complete some training hours so I can help out at the children's home.  Even that activity has been interrupted, you know some one has to educate the children and make sure they are fed.  I did however manage to complete 6 hours of general training, 6 for First Aid/CPR hours and now today will be something called CPI which I believe will instruct me on how to deal with critical incidents of a physical altercation type.

I have to say while interesting this business of sitting still and listening is not an area of strength for me.  I apparently seem to have something to say constantly, I am sure I must annoy people.  Sorry.  You will all be happy to know that on Monday I managed to over come a heart attack, stroke and rabies.  Now I can even recognize the symptoms without reading it on a piece of paper.  I am trained.

I do however seem to have some sort of nerve disorder(unrelated to the rabies).  I stubbed my toe on Scott's ankle(more on that later), and when he was checking it out for brokenness I looked over and he was holding my second toe.  Now this may not seem alarming to you but I REALLY was quite certain that it was in fact my middle toe  that was in pain.  I made him conduct a series of tests where he had to close his eyes and guess which toe of his I was touching and he was right every time.  Me, I got it wrong.  I can only seem to tell if someone is touching my big or baby toe.  Scott for some reason found this vastly amusing; no sympathy at all, which may answer some of your questions about how my toe came into contact with his ankle.  He even went so far as to say "Tell me which toe your going to guess and I'll touch that one."  Really?  I mean granted that possible scenarios where you're, disabled at the toe and your blinded seem rare but I think I should be able to feel a difference in which toe is which. 

So the big question here today is this: If for some reason Scott annoys you, and without considering the consequences, you may for example kick him in the ankle, do you think you could tell without looking which toe is throbbing?

It ain't easy being crazy....

Sometimes I'm odd.  I know this and yet I cannot seem to change it.  I must not be overly concerned.   I know that this is true because yesterday while in training to work as a respite caregiver, instead of taking notes, I was overcome with the feeling that I am in fact very happy to have hair.  I know that many people have health issues, some life threatening and others just troublesome, that result in hair loss.  I don't mean to insult or offend I just realized I was grateful not to suffer any such circumstances.  I am very happy to have hair, much in the same manner that I am thrilled to have teeth.  I couldn't let it go so finally I made a general announcement and that seemed to help.  So yay I have hair, lots of it, Scott should be jealous.

I also know that most people aren't terribly concerned with their crackers.  Saltines are just saltines and blah blah.  I however love getting the perfect sleeve of crackers.  I always open the box and pull out all four sleeves so that I can examine the toastiness of the edges.  I choose the darkest ones and sometimes the tops are so perfectly brown.  Kroger brand crackers are the very best!  If you are really looking for a tasty treat, get the Kroger brand oyster crackers, no other brand will do!

I often wonder why my kids are so random, I probably should stop.

Projects....

I have been trying to get some things checked off my list.  I got a few sewing projects  taken care of and hopefully will be finished with my holiday jobs by Wednesday.

This is what I accomplished today....

hmmmmm...........

I have been trying to get a post together lately but I haven't been able to get my thoughts together.  Now I am just bored and annoyed with my self so let's see what happens.

 It's been a very enlightening couple of weeks here in the Huston house. 


Information currently undergoing procesing:

*Despite the  fact that it is acrylic and should scrape off easily, that green paint from halloween is still on the floor.

*Gorilla glue is VERY adhesive.  That bottle means what it says.

*According to Allye teenage boys can be jerks.

*Allye and Cora squeal VERY loud.

*I am much more adept at pin pointing other peoples flaws; my own seem to escape me.

*I really like having a king sized bed.

* I will probably never be willing to let Scott put his cold feet on me.

* People are sometimes very mean.

*Previously mentioned mean people make me daydream about torture.

*I do not drink enough water.

*I really like having blog followers,  it makes me feel special.

*I miss my brother Preston.

*I will never be Mother of the Year ( I re-ponder this occasionally).

*I will never love shoes that must be tied it is like prison for your feet.

*My dream life involves never being hot or cold.

* My brother, Todd,  is the only person I know who can get away with telling me I got him the wrong present for his birthday and it makes me smile.

*Jack Ryan is the very sweetest of babies.

*You can make a seriously cute toddler bracelet from a shower curtain ring.

See,cute huh?

*30 coats are heavy.

*First impressions do not seem to be as important to people as they once were.  Come on impress us!!

*I wish I were as smart as I think I am.

*Teeth seem to jump out of my boys mouths, 4 gone in 2 weeks. 

*My boys think its fine to leave said teeth on the end tables.  EWWWEEEWWW!!!

*My boys need deodorant EVERY day.  It is no longer an option.

*Fabric flowers really aren't that time consuming, go figure.

These are pretty cute too and really they are quick to make!

*It really isn't possible to think something into being.......

*It's a Wonderful Life still makes me cry.

*My life actually is wonderful. 


I sometimes wish that the things I ponder were of some sort of great importance, but mostly I try and stay away from great thoughts.  You know the whole with great thoughts comes great responsibility.... Don't judge me......