corny jokes and hampton

“We’ve got our dog trained: ‘Sit down- or whatever‘. We tell him to sit down and he does whatever!” -Grampa.

The corny jokes fly when we’re at Gramp’s house. It seems like every time we come, Dad and Grampa both pull out all their silly puns. They’re smart (or should I say witty?), so it’s not hard for them to have half a dozen jokes in just a few sentences. And with the rest of us hearing that all the time, it’s no wonder we come up with some of our own once in a while.

I love being at Grampa’s. Grampa and I made a strawberry-rhubarb pie this morning. It's going to be delicious!

Zoe and I have been sleeping on the best air mattress ever for the last couple of nights. It’s about 2.5 feet thick, and it doesn’t lose a ton of air when you sleep on it. We blow it up at night and suck the air out of it in the mornings.

As I was writing, I remembered the pie crust cookies I made out of the left over bits of crust and stuck in the oven a few minutes ago. I remembered too late. The best way to eat them is to break off the burnt bottom layer and have a glass of water/milk handy- they’re dry.

Grampa made us a HUGE breakfast this morning. We had eggs, bacon, and biscuits. Yummy :).

I forgot to mention why we’re here at Grampa’s.

Dad is being voted on as pastor at First Baptist Church of Hampton in New Hampshire. The vote is on Sunday, October 3rd. He’s preached there three times so far, and we’re hoping he’ll preach there many, many more times. The church has a wide age range. There’s a 6-year-old, and there’s a 92-year-old. There are representatives from most of the generations currently alive, I think. But there aren’t many of them. A regular service probably has about 30. We really like the people. They’re a family, and that’s what we want in a church.

As for where we’ll live if this goes through, the church has a parsonage. It’s a tiny little house with funnily shaped rooms. You have to go through one of the bedrooms upstairs to get to the bathroom. There are ways to avoid that, but it’ll take some work. But I like the house overall. With a lot of paint and a few other small improvements, it’ll be beautiful. It just needs somebody to love it :). There are plenty of windows, which is a must, and even though the front yard=the parking lot of the church, there’s a little space out back for James.





And I have to say. Hampton is on the coast (the church is 2 miles from the beach), and you can walk pretty much everywhere- grocery store, pharmacy, Dunkin's. Yup :)
I have to go check my pie, but hopefully I’ll be writing more soon.

i must have been desperate to sew.

I’ve been doing quite a bit of clutter-purging lately, getting ready to move. A couple weeks ago, Mom and I both went through our fabric scraps, and we both found some of my handiwork from when I was little.
When I was little (as in possible as young as 4), Mom would cut fabric squares for me to make little nine-patch “quilts” with. Several times, she paired the squares with other matching squares for me to sew in a little pattern. The ones she paired are very decent, respectable-looking little quilts. Here are some of the ones she helped with:

But sometimes, I cut and/or paired my own. These are fearfully and wonderfully contrived, I assure you! If you need a laugh, here it is:

Aren’t they original? But wait, there’s more! I also started a “quilt”- a real, big quilt, not just a baby-doll one.

This one was actually a large piece of fabric that Mom cut up and I sewed back together!

the whole quilt.

This one is actually decent-looking! :)

Suffice it to say that that’s coming apart. Maybe eventually I really will make one, though :).
Note: all the pictures say they were taken on 1/13/2007. Well, they weren't. I need to both fix the date on my camera and take that ugly date stamp off...