Jenna and Sarah

“Mmmoaahh.” I don’t know how you spell that exactly, but we’ve been hearing a lot of that in our house lately. Jenna’s in a kissy phase. She’ll give us kisses, which we love, but then we don’t feel as special when she kisses her stove, her bears, the wall, the chair, and her books. She also loves to say “no.” Not necessarily in response to a question, but just whenever she feels like it. The other day in Home Depot, she was yelling “Nnnno! Nnnno! Nnnno!” She has to hold the ”n” for bit, just for drama, I guess. It’s cute now, but it’ll be annoying when that becomes her answer to every question we ask her.

I have been bad about pictures lately. I try to get the kisses and the ”no” on video, but something in her little mind tells her to stop what she’s doing when I get out the camera.

I think I am an old person in a young(er) person’s body. Though it’s not that young anymore. I decided to take a knitting class and I love it! It was just a basic 2-hour class to learn how to start, which was kind of unnecessary since I had taught myself that part from a book. I want to learn the more complicated stuff and I want to make pretty things. One step at a time though–first, I have to finish this scarf. The place I took the class has an open knitting night on Wednesdays. There were about 15 women there chatting and knitting. Good way to do it–there are all levels, and if anyone has a problem, someone else will be able to help. The problem with sitting there knitting is that my eyes get unbelievably dry! I want to rip out my new contacts and stomp on them. Of course, I got them checked and found out they’re not really right anyway, so I’ve got another new pair on order. And it cost another $50 to find out that out. Which is a whole different story and I won’t get into that…  

The neighbor’s truck is still in the street. I didn’t know it before, but Jay helped him move it there one morning when he (Jay) was leaving for work. Supposedly someone’s coming to pick it up and fix it since it hasn’t run in a year. He said the inside of that truck is the most disgusting thing he’s ever seen in his life. The seats (which are leather) are all cracked and ripped, it is littered with cigarette butts and ashes, and the windows have been cracked for at least a year, so it’s been rained in over and over. It’s not even old. Only about 4-5 years. The reason I even mention this here is because I don’t understand how you could own something like that and just let it rot. Well, there are all kinds of people. Fortunately, it’s not in front of our house. If it was, I think I’d have to call someone and tell them to please find it a new home.