Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Basketball and Toilet Paper

This week Joshua has Basketball Camp. Camp is three hours (Monday-Friday) in the morning which is great, because the weather has been decent this week so far. Blue Colorado skies and a little breeze now and then - not hot at all. Kellie took Joshua Monday and Tuesday. I took him today and will on Thursday. Kellie will again take Joshua on Friday. I really enjoy everyone interacting with the other kids. These are boys and girls from all over Colorado Springs. The coaches are young and make it fun to learn and practice. Joshua was on a basketball team during this past school year and had a great time.

I firmly believe a person needs to have a fairly good sense of humor and be able to laugh at themselves - whether in private or public. This should be written in the Life Handbook. In the chapter titled 'Humor', there has to be a paragraph that covers the topic of embarrassment. We all get embarrassed sometimes...some people more than others. My life encompassed both while Joshua played basketball.

I needed to use the facilities inside the building - yes, I had to go to the restroom. Having had an earlier conversation with Joshua, I motioned to him so he would know where I was going. So I walk in the building as if I know where I'm going (my daughter told me the location of the restrooms, a person at least wants to appear knowledgeable). It's just past the vending machines. I walk in, lock the door and am glad it is clean and smells fresh. There are no toilet seat covers, so I strategically place toilet paper strips on both sides of the seat. You know, a couple of about 18 inches long each. I sit a few seconds, get up...you all know the routine. Wash/dry my hands and leave.

Now keep in mind that there are people around me at all times.

I pause a few seconds at the vending machines, pass a man on crutches, go by an open office, a few people sitting on benches talking on cell phones, and children/parents are at the front desk.

As I exit the building (sweet as you please), I notice the xeroscape garden. I look around and read the informational sign regarding the garden. I turn and walk towards the basketball area.

A breeze comes along and I feel something touching my wrist. I glance down, but do not see anthing. The breeze whips around one more time. I feel it again and SEE something fall to the sidewalk. One of the strategically placed strips of toilet paper had apparently decided to do a walk-along from the back of my waistband of my clothing. I stop, pick up the 4-6 still connected sheets of industrial strength toilet paper, fold and place in the nearest receptacle. All the while thinking to myself 'next time I will look in the mirror for the front and back views, and that this is funny and don't make a big deal out of it'.

The 15 or so people that saw me walk past them really do want to be a toilet paper trend setter like me - - - - NOT!!!

Sandy

P.S. I called home and wasn't even able to get to the vending machine part before Kellie started laughing!

Friday, July 17, 2009

The Dressing Room

My daughter, grandson and I have been invited to a wedding this weekend. We have been shopping for new clothes for a couple of evenings. I suppose we all had proper attire, but come on...it's for a wedding. Kellie was in the dressing room - Joshua and I were sitting outside the dressing room. As you probably all know, stores have dressing (or changing rooms) with walls completely to the floor & some don't. These walls in these rooms didn't go to the floor. I am looking around the area thinking this is roomy and aren't we comfortable. I then glance to the right. I see something out of the corner of my eye...a pair of shorts and a pair of underwear on the carpet of a dressing a few doors down from Kellie's. One of the rules of trying on clothing is to keep on your on your undergarments, especially your underwear. I asked Kellie if she was about to step out to show me her outfit. When she came out, I pointed to the dressing room with the underwear on the carpet. This woman was apparently trying on a swimsuit. I don't know what was going through that person's mind (Guess it wasn't consideration for another human being.) This is something you just don't do. Keep your underwear on. The first thing that comes to mind is personal hygiene and disease. Did she like the swimsuit? Did she buy the swimsuit? A few minutes later I saw the 'swimsuit' woman with a swimsuit in her hands and she headed for a clerk. Don't know if she tried on any others swimsuits.

I'm not a prude by any means, but this is something that isn't done. What do you think about this?

Sandy

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Enough time?!

I would love to get back to the sewing machine again. Oh, yes, I know where it's located. Seems like anymore I use it only for sewing on Scout patches. That's not a bad thing at all...I am very happy to sew on those patches my youngest grandson has earned and proudly displays on his Scout shirt. I also sew patches for other members of the pack (even adults). I guess I need to make time to do this. Organize my time? Sure thing.

When my daughter started kindergarten, I had made enough outfits for her that she didn't have to wear the same thing twice for 1 1/2 months. It's not that I didn't have anything else to do at that time. Besides life with two children, we lived on a farm - this included cows. For those of you knowing about farm life - enough said. Those of you that don't - visit and work for one week. At that time, boys patterns weren't all that great. Robbie did have cute clothes, but the majority were store bought. By the time he went to school, we were off the farm and living in town. Always got compliments on how clean our children were and the clothes they wore. Apparently I was about the only parent that still ironed clothes. Yes, my children had creases in their shirts/pants/dresses, freshly bathed and no dirt under their nails.

Got off the track for a minute there. I learned to sew in Home Ec. class in high school. My Dad was very glad I took that class. My Grandma (on Mother's side) sewed a lot, but Mother never liked it much, I guess. Daddy bought my first sewing machine, a Singer. It is metal not like the plastic ones you see now. I still have it and it still works like a charm. I do have a Singer that was purchased a few years ago. Works great, also. I used to tell Mother that I had 'nothing to wear for school tomorrow' and that I just needed $5-7 to get some material. I would go to J.C. Penney's or the fabric store, buy a pattern and material, work after school and after supper on that dress. Sometimes until around 10 p.m. I would have a new dress for school the next day. It's not I needed to sew in order to have clothes to wear. We all had enough clothes to wear. I think I liked the sense of accomplishment I felt afterwards.


Things didn't seems to cost as much in the 60's. Not compared to today, anyway.

We have a lot on our plates these days. And love doing it all, but get a little tired at the end of the day. I don't believe it's a matter of simplifying life, but rather organizing it. A little sewing every other day wouldn't be bad at all. Even if it's 15-30 minutes at the end of the day. Or is that when I'm lying in bed, thinking what should have been done that day? hmmmm...

I do love to crochet - you can take it anywhere. It truly relaxes me. My mother-in-law taught me to crochet. I do feel a sense of accomplishment when crocheting, but not like I do when sewing.

I do not know how organized everyone else's thoughts are when writing their blogs. I type as the thought comes to mind and then go back and edit - or not. So let's just go with the flow.

And I thank you for following this blog.


Sandy