Monday, September 25, 2006

Can We Fix It? Yes, We Can!

We have a Bob the Builder fan here. Sam is always singing those words--followed by "Um, I think so." That's me -- the "Um, I think so" part. Even with sewing I prefer to start from scratch rather than fix things. I don't know much about tools either so when things break I'm kinda lost.

But I've discovered duct tape and was feeling, well, odd about how I'm turning to that sticky stuff more and more often. Just this morning I was fixing something with it and wasn't sure if that means I've completely turned redneck or what. Yet I'm proud of myself that things are getting "fixed" rather than thrown out.

Then Claire came in to tell me she'd made Sam a new shoe. She'd measured his foot and wrapped sticks with black duct tape, then added a strap across the top like a sandal. It didn't fit him and she could see what she'd done wrong. Then I put them on Gloria. They kind of fit, but fell right off. Again, she noticed a problem in her design. Next thing I know, here come Claire and Joy with Joy's new pair of sandals. Made of sticks and duct tape. I guess we'll have to find out more about the scholarship contest where you make your prom dress with duct tape.
Joy wearing duct tape sandals

Claire and her creations
Here are pictures of Joy with her shoes on and Claire holding all the shoes she's made. The one in her left hand was her first attempt and the pair in her right hand is the pair Joy is wearing in the other picture. Not bad for an 8 yr old, huh?

Oh, and just for the record. A few entries ago, Roger blogged about some strange words used in our house. While it is true that Roger and the kids say "buk buk tooey" today (and very loudly I might add) the actual word Stephen used when trying to say Timbuktu was "Bukuptoo." Roger tells me he's right and I'm wrong because his way is in the blog. But I KNOW I'm right, of course, so I had to get it in the blog to make it official. I may forget a lot of stuff, but I can still hear that sweet little voice from 14 yrs ago saying "bukuptoo!" It was so cute! Some things a mother never forgets. ;-)


Friday, September 22, 2006


Faith rode her horse for the first time this evening. Abe had the saddle on and a bridle and reins and a bunch of spectators. After Faith rode, Grace, Claire, Clark, Joy and Sam all got a shot at horseback riding. The ride was just around the stanchion, but everyone got to be a cowboy for a couple of minutes. Sam rode with Faith. Joy cried because she was scared. Claire and Grace did fine.

I am pretty much brain dead this evening as I have spent the better part of the day trying to learn Microsoft Access. I don’t have a book, yet, and it is not a simple program. I think I hate it. Anyway, I am trying to get some databases set up as they can be easier to USE than a spreadsheet. They are just harder to WRITE. I used to be able to program and wrote some stuff when I was in Denton. Perhaps the same will happen once I get a few more hours working with Access. I hope, because right now my eyes are kind of spinning as I write this. Also, while I really enjoy using a laptop, when it is actually on top of your lap it makes you sweat. It got up to 98 this afternoon and I did not need the added heat of the laptop, but I got it anyway. Wah, wah, wah. There are probably eight or nine children in China that would love to have a laptop.

Stephen and Mitchell went to a MercyMe and Audio Adrenaline concert last night in Abilene. Stephen was my milking partner this morning and he wasn’t worth a dang. I can’t say I was worth much either as I stayed up well into the early morning hours trying to learn a stinking stupid database program that is smarter than me. Anyway, they were both full of stories about the concert and the drive and the meal and every other observation from the night. I went to concerts when I was in high school. My kids are much better than I was. I did not remember much, if anything, about the concerts I went to. I saw the Stones, The Police, Bruce Springsteen, The Eagles, Sam and Dave, Z Z Top, The Fabulous Thunderbirds, The Cars, James Taylor, Jimmy Buffett, Fleetwood Mac and some others. Not once during any of those concerts did they stop to witness to the kids in the audience. There were no alter calls. Some folks would tell you that the world is going to pot and today’s youth are the worst group ever. I like the ones I know and am proud for their future.


Sunday, September 17, 2006

And in the blue corner, weighing in at 72 pounds...

Last Sunday night I walked out of church to find that my 10 year old daughter, Grace, had pinned a 10 year old boy to the ground. She was sitting on his chest and he was solidly trapped. He also had a bloody nose. I was proud of her, but also not too sure about how justified she was in dropping this kid to the turf. I called her off and as the story emerged it came out that the boy was picking on her younger sister, Claire, and younger brother Clark and she knew they needed her help.

We play a game here called Tickle Monster where I sit on the floor, grab a kid running by and tickle him/her until they pass out or their brothers/sisters rescue them. No one has ever passed out, not even close. The point of the game is to get them to stand up for each other. Grace, I now know for sure, got the point of the game. The others, from what I can tell, also got it. Another thing that I have taught my kids, good or bad, is to follow through when they punch someone. They were giving me five the other morning and they were barely touching me. They were setting their swing up to end right at my hand. This got us to talking about defending one’s self and I showed all the girls how to aim their punch to end about a foot behind the object they were hitting. Grace was especially attentive and one of the best learners. Claire was just as interested and continues to try to get another chance at a punching lesson.

Last night we were at a dinner at church and as we were leaving Grace and Claire were telling me how they had been in a fight with four boys and won. I told them, firmly and with great conviction, that this was a trend that had to end. I also asked them how it happened. Well, the boys decided, as nine to 11 year old boys will do, to chase the girls after the dinner was over. The only girls their size were Grace and Claire. Much to their surprise they learned that the Nelson girls do not run. The boys came running up to Grace and Claire and rather than run off like girls usually do, they stood their ground and walloped the boys, pulling their hair and tackling three out of the four.

So, should they be taught to run and squeal the way little girls do in these situations or trained up to be bounty hunters? I am thinking that the true answer falls somewhere in the middle, but I am also thinking that no one would really expect a couple of pretty girls to be bounty hunters, which would make them very successful.


Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Watchout, I'm weaving

In the movie “A Christmas Story” there is this part where the father is battling the furnace and the narrator says something about how his father could weave profanities together like a tapestry. This really is a talent and in my past life I have been known to weave. Okay, in my current life I have also kept some semblance of my past self and still let loose with angry tirades from time to time. The bad thing is that bad habits are just that – habits – and they can take hold of the wheel at times when we least expect it. Tonight, as Wednesday night church was ending the preacher was making a little joke about how quiet it was and asked if I wanted to sing to which I replied “No, mumble mumble mumble.” That is how I remember it. I swear to you that is how I remember it. Pretty much every other member of my family, the preacher, the youth minister and his wife all remember it a bit different. Allegedly, I said “Hell no, mumble mumble mumble.” On the bright side, I won’t have to figure out how to fit serving as a deacon into my schedule.

On the very bright side, Stephen still has his job after a week and is enjoying it. He is also learning to drive. This is something that I have yet to witness as I am not deemed worthy of serving as his driving instructor. I think this is silly as I already know all the words. Even though I am not his instructor, I am still able to provide him with vital and important learning experiences. Last Friday night I picked him up from work and as we drove home I decided to drive by the stadium to see if we could get a look at the scoreboard. It also occurred to me that the game might be on the radio. So, as we drove through town I was searching the dial for the game and driving along. The turn off came as a bit of surprise, but I was able to make it. The police officer behind me thought it was a bit of a problem, though as I had been - allegedly - weaving without signalling. After confessing to being a total moron he let me off the hook for not signaling with just a warning. He did write me up for not having proof of insurance. I did have proof, it was just for the first half of the year. So, Stephen now knows to admit quickly and nicely that you are an absolute moron when pulled over, to signal, to worry about the radio at the stop lights and not in between and to always carry your insurance card with you. Make that your current insurance card.


Wednesday, September 06, 2006

The Prime of Life (43 is a prime number, right?)

I’ve never been a big fan of my birthdays, even when I was younger I just did not care all that much. Not sure why, just know it’s the case. Today was my 43rd birthday. Last Saturday we were at my in-laws and my mother-in-law (hey, Carole, how you doing?) had read the blog about the dogs attacking Bella and she bought me a thermos. That blog was titled something like ‘for my birthday I’d like a thermos’ because I never really got to drink the coffee I made that morning. Anyway, she remembered that and got me a way cool thermos. (Now that I am 43 the things that are cool are very different from when I was younger.)

Today my family gave me my gift, a thermal, 23 ounce coffee cup. It even has a no spill lid. Now, when I go out to chase murderous pit bulls across the county I can take a sip of java and shoot at the dogs without spilling! Again, way cool.

My kids have been telling me the last few minutes here how glad they are that I was born. Grace put together that without me she wouldn’t exist, but the rest, I think, are just glad about my birth because they got to have dump cake this evening. Melissa told me she was glad I was born and I am thinking that with her it does go back to the dump cake.

Today was a good day all the way around. Not only did I get new thermal beverage holders, but my oldest son has secured a J-O-B at Best Fried Chicken. He will start tomorrow evening. This just proves he will do anything he can to get out of milking the cow.

Someone, and I have my suspicions who, called the radio station in town and my birthday was broadcast all over town. I have been working with some folks on a slogan for Coleman that does not involve hunting or fishing and perhaps it should be “Coleman – where everybody knows your birthday!” Then again, maybe not.


Friday, September 01, 2006

I ate roseypuckets on my way to Bukbuktooey with Bouvey Couvey

One of the things we collect, aside from children (and we almost have a complete set), is weird little mispronounced words. In the Dr. Seuss classic “Hop on Pop” there is an exchange where it is noted that Dad can read big words like Constantinople and Timbuktu. Stephen loved that part of the book and would say it along with us, except for Timbuktu, which came out as Bukbuktooey. A couple of months ago the kids created a new game – Nelsonball – as a school assignment. It is actually pretty fun. It is a cross between basketball, soccer and rugby. Two teams play and while the personnel would change from game to game, the team names remained the same – one was Bukbuktooey and the other was BouveyCouveywalk, which is a way of walking that is quite silly. It is named after a fictional French exchange student I knew named Bouvye Couvey, who walked funny. Whenever we saw him coming we would imitate him with a BouveyCouveywalk. There was a point to the story the first time I told it to the girls but it is lost in the haze of other Dadisms and the point will not be coming back for many more years.

One of our favorite meals is zsuzsa. Its just what we call a couple of cans of vegeall (a great name all on its own), a pound of ground beef or venison, some bullion cubes, tomotoes and noodles. Faith named this dish. She earned this honor by being one of the two cooks that first invented it. The other cook was Melissa and she magnanimously gave Faith the naming opportunity. Zsuzsa is in the Nelson Family Cook Book, it is on the last page as the cookbook is arranged alphabetically and we don’t eat zucchini. Zsuzsa is also available to the general public now as it is a recipe Melissa submitted to the MOMY’s (Mothers of Many Young Siblings) list for their cook book. If you would like to buy a copy, please go here before September 11.

Another favorite of ours is roseypuckets. When Faith was a very young little girl she loved peanuts. In particular she loved a whole, shelled peanut. It could not be split and it still had to have the little bitty piece that sits between the two halves and seems to keep them together. If the peanut met those criteria, it was a roseypucket.

Tonight we add another word to the list that Joy has brought to us. It is chinchinlada. While it will make a great team name for Nelsonball, it is also possible it will be a food name as it is her way of saying chicken enchilada.

If you wanted something thought provoking or deep you should have gone to another blog.