Butterfly's Flutter-bys

The random thoughts that flutter through my mind...

Happy Birthday, Ethel!

My little girl is eight today.  Hard to believe.  She's planning a sleepover party for next weekend with some of her friends.

Posted by: ButterflyLane at 18:28 | link | comments (4) |

How NOT to begin your day.

I'm definitely awake, but I don't recommend this method.

I was sitting at a stoplight, waiting not-so-patiently for the light to turn green, when I saw an oncoming truck drive up and over the median across the road, taking out a sign in the process.  It then proceeded to drive down the embankment, roll over twice, and come to rest on it's side in a field.  I was sitting there, hand over my mouth, and after the truck stopped, I looked over at the car in the next lane.  There was a little old lady, staring, hand over her mouth.  I dug out my cell and called 911.  (Cell phones are such a wonderful invention.)

By the time the light changed, there were already two vehicles stopped and people were helping the driver out of the truck.  I went on down the road a bit past the accident and pulled over, then walked back and picked up all the debris (sideview mirror and such) out of the road so no one would pop a tire.  By the time I'd done that and walked to the actual wreck site, the first police officer was on the scene.  The driver had banged his knee and head- both were bleeding- but he seemed coherent.  Within five minutes of the wreck, the ambulance was on the scene.  Within ten, the officers had taken all of the witness statements and we were back on the road.  (I know it was only ten minutes because I checked what time I'd made the call, and it was eleven minutes later when I was back in my car and driving on to work.)

Like I said- I'm awake, but I don't recommend this as a wake-up routine.

Posted by: ButterflyLane at 08:12 | link | comments (1) |

Check this out.

Really.  Do it.  You'll be glad you did.  http://www.planetdan.net/pics/misc/georgie.htm

Posted by: ButterflyLane at 21:01 | link | comments (3) |

I'm at work

and bored as usual.  For the next six weeks, I'll be working M,W,Th 8-12 and F8-2.  I think the French Fry is mad at me- she's making me come in awfully early.  Not only that, but I have to sit at the front desk instead of hiding in the back.  Positive:  plenty of time for knitting and surfing the web.  Negative:  boredom. 

Other than that, nothing interesting is really happening.  I found out last night that three of the girls in my accounting class are pregnant.  (These people need to stop freaking reproducing!)  I'm kind of friends with two of them, so I'll probably make them baby blankets or something.  That brings my baby gift total to (hang on, let me count) five?  I think I need to make a list so I can keep track.  That sounds like an excellent idea, actually (and since I have nothing better to do, I night as well start it now).  Well, now that I have something to do, I'll close this.

Posted by: ButterflyLane at 09:31 | link | comments (2) |

La la la la la

I don't know anything exciting or interesting.  I've spent the few days doing laundry and sorting through dressers and closets.  We're pulling out all of the clothes that don't fit or arent' liked and we're gonna have us a yard sale.  Okay, actually K is having the yard sale, but I still have to price all of the stuff I put in it (yay rah) so there's a little work involved.  I'm also planning on trying to sell some of my miriad dishcloths and scarves as well. 

Last night I went through all of my material and notions and put it into big plastic totes.  It's going to go live at Lishy's house in her spare closet.  That way she can play with some of it, and I can reclaim some of my closet space (Yay!).  There's only one closet left to go through- my walk-in cesspit.  The kids clothes are all sorted and organized, my dresser is done- the closet of doom is all there is left.  If I don't post anymore, you'll know that the closet ate me.  Seriously, it could happen.  But- the closet bar needs reinforced (the middle support bar has been missing since we moved in) and the only way I'm willing to allow the maintenance guys anywhere NEAR that thing is if it's all organized and tidied first.  Sigh.  I'd post a picture, but I'm too ashamed.  (Besides, I can't find the usb cord for the camera.)

Just to give you an idea of the closet of doom- here are some of the things I know are in there:

• a doll cradle and high chair that were mine as a child
• a tricycle (also mine)
• roughly 10 boxes of romance novels
• a variety of baskets in various shapes and sizes
• a lampshade I bought for Ethel's room before we put the tv on her desk
• another plastic tote of craft supplies
• assorted shoes
• a child's mirror with pegs underneath- bought for Ethel before Oshu pointed out that she'd probably poke her eye out with it
• boxes of looseleaf paper, notebooks and assorted other school supplies
• clothes- hanging, on the shelf, and all over the floor (and everything else in there)
• a box of clothes that need mended (most of which moved into this house with us two years ago and no doubt have long since been outgrown)
• assorted toys that were tossed in there upon being confiscated
• a few Christmas decorations that didn't get put away where they belong
• wrapping paper, ribbon, tissue paper, scissors and tape
• apparently, candy left over from Christmas (George is rummaging through the junk in there and found a couple of mini Christmas stockings that still have candy in them)

Well, I promised George I'd put the wall stickers we bought when we moved in on his walls if he'd clean his toys up, so guess I better go.  (Yes, I know I'm dreadfully far behind, but at least I'm still chugging along.)

Posted by: ButterflyLane at 21:10 | link | comments (1) |

All together now...

Posted by: ButterflyLane at 21:43 | link | comments (1) |