tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25641388173563208242024-03-19T06:11:36.995-05:00The Wolfe Dencurlysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379630779776403303noreply@blogger.comBlogger48125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564138817356320824.post-63872606998114622202012-05-06T21:48:00.002-05:002012-05-06T21:48:32.730-05:00socks<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Well, despite the fact that the wallpaper was falling of the wall in some places by itself, it did not want to come off. We had the same kind of wallpaper in the hallway and took that down years ago. In the hall, it came down easily so I assumed the bathroom would be ready to paint the first day. Well, I was wrong. I don't know if it was because of the moist environment or what, but the outer layer of the wallpaper came off fine, but the actual backing where the glue was did not want to come off. Which might not of been so bad, except in some places it did and in others it didn't. We ended up having to sand the wall. No fun. During this process it became apparent that the last time the house was remodeled, they had cut corners with the sheet rock in the bathroom knowing that they were going to wallpaper it. So, though I had not origianally intended to do so, I had to texture the walls. I used a method involving tissue paper and starch that my mom had done a few years ago that I really liked.</div>
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My vision for the bathroom sounded crazy to Frank and my mom (the only ones I think I told what I was doing). It involved buying old drawers and hanging them on the wall. It was one of those things that I wasn't sure if the vision I saw in my head was really what was goint to happen in real life. But it came out just like I pictured it and I love it. The best part; there's almost nothing on my bathroom counter anymore.</div>
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So, ever since I told the kids about this they have been begging to go. But it works best when the grass is green, which has only happened recently. Frank took them yesterday while I was scrapbooking with friends. They didn't actually use cardboard since our sleds are those plastic saucers and work just as well (when I was a kid ours was one of those wooden ones with runners and those do not work for grass sledding).<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">The kids relaxing in the pool. </div><div style="text-align: center;">And no, they don't have beers, it's IBC root beer.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfhsjMxavF7Fga_Reec9pD9Dlgzgr6UExvojU8dUf-jQlrxlbN7A38Mk3mY2uxvggy0ua3YlRhJ5g9U8KSabKiOJEQEy19CkbdtmE6A2N4-Z1JU-ghwv2FMnjwFKkPtGjDmffKG2-fKohA/s1600/P8300134.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfhsjMxavF7Fga_Reec9pD9Dlgzgr6UExvojU8dUf-jQlrxlbN7A38Mk3mY2uxvggy0ua3YlRhJ5g9U8KSabKiOJEQEy19CkbdtmE6A2N4-Z1JU-ghwv2FMnjwFKkPtGjDmffKG2-fKohA/s320/P8300134.JPG" /></a></div>curlysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379630779776403303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564138817356320824.post-47351468590952571872010-08-06T17:19:00.000-05:002010-08-06T17:19:42.743-05:00kids quilt campThis week Shianne went to a kids quilt camp at one of the local quilt shops. She kind of debated for awhile whether or not she wanted to take it, and the first day when I dropped her off I could tell she was a little nervous and scared. But, she had a great time and has talked about it almost constantly this week. She did such an awesome job and has a completely finished quilt. The pieces were already cut for them out of lots of random fabrics, so that is one part they didn't learn to do (though she will if she goes to the next level camp next summer). The first two days they worked on sewing the blocks together into rows. Wednesday they sewed the rows together to complete the top and chose what fabric they wanted for the back. Shianne chose a black and white print, understanding that a neutral color was a great choice for a quilt with so many colors. Wednesday evening, the instructors basted together all the students' quilt tops, batting, and backing. Thursday the kids did the quilting (the stitching that holds all the layers together) using the sewing machine. Then today, they sewed the binding, which finishes the edges. Shianne got done so early today, that she used a bunch of scraps that were left over to design and make a miniature quilt for our puppy. She got the top to it completely done and we have basted the layers together so she can finish it tomorrow. I am so proud of her.<br />
One really cool thing about Shianne's quilt is the back. It's black with white circles. Once the whole thing was together, she was holding it up and noticed that the colors from the front shine through the white circles and make them look like glow bracelets. It's really neat.<br />
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The downsides: I can barely even whisper, and if I try to talk too much, I can't even do that. I had to buy a wireless keyboard for school so I can type what I need to say to the kids onto the smart board. I can't cough. When I try, I sound like I've been smoking all my life and I can't quite. I can hardly drink anything without choking, and therefore going into a coughing fit.<br />
I'm hoping that these drawbacks will subside a little, but that I will still be able to breathe ok, but we'll just have to wait and see.curlysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379630779776403303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564138817356320824.post-60504541111785410652010-03-27T13:09:00.000-05:002010-03-27T13:09:47.351-05:00breathing updateI went to see a new ENT yesterday and figured I'd give everyone an update on where we are. First, I figure I'll give a recap for those of you who may not know everything that's been going on. The recap is in italics, so you can skip that part if you want to.<br />
<em>7 weeks ago, I noticed that I was having trouble getting a deep breathe. This came on very suddenly; one day I was fine, and the next I couldn't breathe. I went to the doctor that day. They did a chest x-ray and didn't see anything, but decided to go ahead and treat me for pneumonia. Two days later, there had been no change and I went back. They put me on more powerful medicines and an inhaler and told me to call back in two days if there was no change. Two days later, there was still no change and so my doctor scheduled me to get a cat scan of my chest. That showed nothing either, so she then referred me to a pulmonologist. He did several test in his office and decided that I probably had asthma along with some spasms in my bronchials. I really didn't feel that this was right, but went ahead and tried the two inhalers he wanted me on for the next week. They did nothing either. My inability to breathe deeply (even walking at a normal pace is too much exertion) is constant throughout the day. The inhalers made absolutely no difference. I went back to the pulmonologist after a week. The first time, I had felt like he had really not listened to what I had to say as much as he should have. Also, a noise had developed when I would try to breathe deeply and I felt that he had kind of brushed that aside and not really paid attention. But, the second time he really listened and said I needed to go see and ENT. So, a week later, I went to get a scope done. Thankfully, the ENT was able to see right away what the problem was. Every time I breathe deeply or quickly, my vocal chords are shutting together and almost completely blocking off my air way. Because this condition is so rare (the ENT has only seen it once before), he wanted to refer me on to a different ENT with more experience. Due to a lot of failure to communicate, that ended up taking three weeks.</em><br />
So, yesterday morning was my appointment with the new ENT. He did another scope so he could see for himself exactly what was happening. He was actually really surprised that I'm not having muscle spasms anywhere else (I guess most people that have this do). After the scope, he told me I basically have three choices: 1. just learn to live with it and possibly it might go away some day, 2. have botox injected into my vocal chords (which may or may not help) every three months unless/until it goes away on its own, or 3. have a tracheotemy (which alsos may or may not help and is obviously an extreme measure). He then told me that today (yesterday now) was a botox day, so I could do it then or I could think about it and do it in a month (he only does it once a month). Well, having already lived with this for almost two months, and having already read on the internet that botox was a possibility, there was no way I was going to wait another month to try it. So, yesterday afternoon I went back and had the botox done. He had speech pathology students in that day following everybody around. You know you're unique in a bad way when the doctor comes in after you've been left alone with the students and, in a really excited voice says, "Did she tell you what's wrong with her? Huh?". It's supposed to take around 48 hours before it works, if it's going to. I'm supposed to call back next week to let him know if it's helping. So far, there's been no real change. My throat feels a little weird, but there has been no change in the breathing. Also, a side effect is that I may not be able to talk any louder than a whisper.curlysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379630779776403303noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564138817356320824.post-62666120617259410072009-12-11T21:57:00.001-06:002009-12-12T23:20:22.045-06:00TuesdayIn the car on the way home today, we were quizzing Dylan on the days of the week. He was doing really well, except, no matter how many times we told him, he couldn't remember what day came after Monday. After about five minutes, Shianne started correcting him in this funny voice that had Dylan and I cracking up (Shianne doesn't see what's so funny about it). So I got her to do it again at home and took a video. You'll have to turn the sound up to really hear her. (You'll have to scroll all the way to the bottom to turn of the music so you can hear the video)<br />
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The fifth graders did a "Night At The Museum" theme. Each child had to pick a famous person several weeks ago, research them, and write a script describing themselves. Then, last night, they dressed as their character. They were all scattered throughout the school around ten feet apart. By each child was a desk where they had a picture and namecard of their famous person and a money jar. Every time someone put money in the jar, they came to life and repeated their script from memory. All the money went to a charity. Shianne chose to be Anna Pavlova, a famous Russian ballerina. She did an awesome job. It's a little hard to hear her in the video with all the other people around.<br />
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</div>curlysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379630779776403303noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564138817356320824.post-72206372806560552492009-11-05T08:09:00.001-06:002009-11-05T08:12:08.401-06:00Halloween<div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">The day before Halloween we went to "Haunt the Zoo". We had never been before, but we had a great time (other thant the super long line in the beginning). All the treat stops are sponsored by businesses and most give out really good stuff. The kids got two snack size chip bags and and 8 oz Dr. Pepper along with the old standbys like m$m's. At all the treat stops, and several places in between, there were scenes that the kids could pose by. Dylan was Obe-Wan-Kanobe and Shianne, who was originally going to be a princess, decided to change to match Dylan and be Queen Amadala (which was fine with me because it didn't require a change of costume).<br />
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</div><div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">For Halloween night, we went to my parents neighboorhood, which we always do because hardly anyone in our neighboorhood passes out candy. William (our puppy) went with us. I think he was more excited about trick-or-treating than the kids. He would run up to all the houses. We usually tried to keep him back a ways so he wouldn't upset other people's dogs and he would whine that he couldn't go all the way to the door with the kids.<br />
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</div>curlysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379630779776403303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564138817356320824.post-36646006774521080992009-10-18T22:29:00.000-05:002009-10-18T22:29:39.574-05:00finished projects<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Those of you who know me well, know that I am the queen of unfinished projects. For instance, 14 years ago I started a cross-stitch wedding sampler for Frank and I. It's still not done (though it's getting really close). The sad thing, I can think of two unfinished projects I have that are older than that. I couldn't even tell you how many unfinished projects I have. But, in the last week, I have completed <span style="font-size: x-large;">5 </span><span style="font-size: small;">of them.</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Two weeks ago, I started this sweater for Shianne and finished it a week ago. It is crochet and it was a super easy pattern. I thought it turned out so cute that I'm working on altering the pattern to make myself one.<br />
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</div>curlysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379630779776403303noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564138817356320824.post-3760310966774341312009-10-10T15:25:00.000-05:002009-10-10T15:25:28.789-05:00cheer<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This week, Shianne did the little girl cheer clinic at school. They practice for several hours three times during the week, and then do a cheer and a pom routine at halftime during the game on Friday. It was a very hectic week, especially since she had cheer on the day of her play and they overlapped a little. Friday was so cold, and we about froze at the game. As soon as her performance was over, we went home and made hot chocolate. Shianne is a little hard to see in the video. She's all the way at the back in bright blue pants, but she is often behind on of the older girls.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We were getting Shianne all dressed up for the game, and Dylan insisted on having his cheeks painted too. He is quite the little fan. We've gone to two games this year and he wants to know what all the numbers on the scoreboard mean, and the things they use to show how far they have to go to get a first down. He got irritated last time because he saw all the high school boys with their chests painted and I wouldn't let him do it.<br />
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</div><div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">We got here dress at Goodwill for $5. They didn't have anything that fit the part in little girl sizes and almost none of the adult dresses we looked at had size tags on them (or they were so worn you couldn't read them), but I only had to do a little altering to make it fit her pretty well. She decorated the hat herself, but then forgot to wear it during the play.<br />
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</div>curlysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379630779776403303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564138817356320824.post-51688350260700188082009-10-05T11:03:00.002-05:002009-10-05T11:03:30.747-05:00vowelsDylan has been very tight-lipped about what he learns at school. He will tell me about lunch, recess, music, and PE. When I ask him about what he did in class, he will usually only tell me about centers (which his teacher says are only about 40 minutes of the day). So, it's been a little hard to know just what he's learning since kindergartner's don't bring a lot of work home. But the other day, I was watching wheel of fortune. One of the contestants bought an o, and Dylan said "That's a vowel, and if you put a vowel between two consonents it makes a short sound, and if you put it between two cosonents with a vowel on the other end it makes a long sound." I was amazed.curlysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379630779776403303noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564138817356320824.post-75309341097375538382009-09-12T16:20:00.001-05:002009-09-12T16:21:27.633-05:00strange bedfellowsAs you might expect, our cats do not really like our dogs, but the puppy is always trying to play with the cats. However, two of our cats seem to have decided that William (the puppy) may not be as bad as they first thought. A couple of times over the last two weeks, Natasha (our Siamese) has actually tried to play with William. Usually by sitting in a chair, safely out of his reach, and playfully swatting at him as he walks by. William thinks it's fun, but keeps trying to get her to come down on the floor and play. Arthur (our big black cat), rarely runs from William anymore and has even kissed his nose a couple of times. Then, the other day, Arthur was napping on a towel in the bathroom. William came in and laid down really close to Arthur didn't do anything. In fact, Arthur got up to get a drink about ten minutes later and then laid right back down in the same spot next to William.<br />
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She had to complete starter sentences about herself to create the poem.<br /><br />Shianne Wolfe<br />Funny,<br />Friendly,<br />Cool,<br /><br />Wishes to be able to swim underwater for a long time,<br />Dreams of becoming a vet someday,<br />Wants to do ballet on Pointe,<br />Who wonders how lollipops are made,<br />Who fears roller coasters and heights,<br />Who is afraid of creepy-crawlies,<br />Who likes swimming,<br />Who believes if you dance you live longer,<br />Who loves my brother,<br />Who loves my family,<br />Who loves chocolate,<br />Who loves dancing,<br />Who loves animals,<br />Who plans to be a good mother,<br />Who plans to live for a long time,<br />Who plans to do good next year,<br />Who will be remembered for my humor.curlysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379630779776403303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564138817356320824.post-15018228609550245652009-08-26T21:21:00.000-05:002009-08-26T21:22:10.826-05:00crazy morningSo, last night I had to work for back to school night. I guess it really got me out of my routine since I apparently forgot to turn my alarm on last night. Frank woke up, looked at the clock, and woke me up 5 minutes before I was supposed to leave. Aghhh!! Somehow, Shianne, Dylan, and I all managed to leave (looking presentable) 15 minutes later and they didn't even miss the bus, which they catch at my school.curlysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379630779776403303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564138817356320824.post-50116159348788370102009-08-23T20:24:00.003-05:002009-08-23T20:27:31.848-05:00rulesToday, when we were teaching Dylan's primary class, we were talking about loving everyone. We read a scripture in John that talks about it being a commandment to love everyone. When I got to the word commandment, I asked them if they knew what that meant. They all said no, even though we've talked about it many times, and I reminded them that it was a rule and added that it was kind of like they have rules at school since they all just started school this week. In response to that, Dylan says "Yeh, like you can't bring weapons..." I was just thinking, how much did they really dwell on that rule with kindergartners.curlysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379630779776403303noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564138817356320824.post-75734526418275476402009-08-18T19:19:00.002-05:002009-08-18T19:33:11.889-05:00first day of schoolSo today was Dylan's first day of school ever (he is in all day kindergarten) and Shianne's first day of 5th grade. Dylan was super excited and hasn't quite talking about all the things that he got to do. Shianne really enjoyed her day too and really likes her teacher so far. A little after lunch, I got an email from the school nurse about Dylan. They found a tick behind his ear. YUCK. When I went to pick him up and saw it, it was huge. He had to have gotten it at school because you could easily see it from the side or the back so I don't know how he could have had it before and us not see it. When we got home, I tried to get it out, but wasn't having any luck. So we went to see mom at the hospital to get her to help. He was stuck so good and we had to try a bunch of different things. It ended up taking us about 30 minutes to get it out. Dylan was really good about it and didn't make a fuss. <br />Even with the tick, we got the better end of the deal. Frank took the kids this morning so they didn't ride the bus (which they catch at the high school). The two other kids who ride the bus (one of them is in Dylan's class and was a little scared), got put on the wrong bus by the head of the transportation department and ended up at the wrong elementary school and nobody could figure out where they were for awhile.curlysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379630779776403303noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564138817356320824.post-44244010715490485682009-08-10T21:02:00.002-05:002009-08-10T21:07:53.718-05:00pianoOur "new" piano finally arrived today. My grandma gave it to us, but the piano movers picked it up from her house in Austin 3 weeks ago, and we only live about 8 hours away. They pick up and drop off others all over the country to keep costs down, but it seemed a little silly since just about anywhere they were going to go from her house, they'd have to come this far north anyway. But, I can't complain. They actually came about 45 minutes early and they were super efficient, they were only here about 30 minutes and completely set it up for us (they even listened to all of Dylan's long, drawn out stories). It totally needs tuning, but even with that, it sounds so much better than the keyboard Shianne and I have been playing on (we're both trying to learn to play). William (the puppy) has decided that under the piano bench is a great place to sleep and Riley (one of the cats) has decided that the top of the bench makes a nice bed.curlysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379630779776403303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564138817356320824.post-71957596852519594852009-08-07T15:36:00.003-05:002009-08-07T15:45:21.621-05:00I need your votes againOkay, so I'm still in scrapping survivor. Last week I had immunity and didn't need any votes, but this week I missed immunity by a minute or two. So, here is the place you need to go to vote for me <a href="http://www.gingerscraps.net/forums/showthread.php?t=4380">http://www.gingerscraps.net/forums/showthread.php?t=4380</a>. You do have to register to be able to vote, but they won't bug you with emails. Here's my layout for this week. We had to write a letter to someone we love.<br /><br /><br /><p><br /> </p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK52TD-WcinRcMoQRE99MBsmwPSleLQiR7p4FcZVXJdQjTcBH2-5tXuHJvNs7ZJR7q7sn8aSdAwrzYG4D6QaxyUCZ6Zyts2i5Qo3SybLIMIgXNAmOqJCAcBgexZnM4ZJUqCzBdXHB3ZBLg/s1600-h/week+3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367325690843383570" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK52TD-WcinRcMoQRE99MBsmwPSleLQiR7p4FcZVXJdQjTcBH2-5tXuHJvNs7ZJR7q7sn8aSdAwrzYG4D6QaxyUCZ6Zyts2i5Qo3SybLIMIgXNAmOqJCAcBgexZnM4ZJUqCzBdXHB3ZBLg/s320/week+3.jpg" border="0" /></a>curlysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379630779776403303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564138817356320824.post-59902619391603381272009-08-04T08:56:00.003-05:002009-08-04T09:01:38.382-05:00alien catLast night, our black cat Arthur sat in this big round pink chair of Shianne's. It looked so cute the way he was in the chair, I just had to get a picture. Well, I forgot to set the red eye and anyone who's taken a picture of a cat knows that's a big mistake. However, the effect is certainly not red in this picture. I did fix the setting and got a normal picture later, but the alien one is just too funny.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxpdURufcmPuFwB6O9eZjE_sIpa05VpbxQ69Yh7i7kB2wsTM4Y9HLgghAu22Ms3CYg9RSWYWGzU46mi52r6PiWsiPNnkoFJ0lIel9cYgXLqDeuyboopqAedRjjANZBnKr8lW7BYc6aIiz9/s1600-h/P8030090.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366108187539538178" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxpdURufcmPuFwB6O9eZjE_sIpa05VpbxQ69Yh7i7kB2wsTM4Y9HLgghAu22Ms3CYg9RSWYWGzU46mi52r6PiWsiPNnkoFJ0lIel9cYgXLqDeuyboopqAedRjjANZBnKr8lW7BYc6aIiz9/s320/P8030090.JPG" border="0" /></a>curlysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379630779776403303noreply@blogger.com0