So the other day I was eating a taco and it was kind of greasy and I got some grease on my shirt. Ugh. The bad thing was that I did not realize it until later. A set in grease stain sucks, right. So I washed the shirt, but the stain did not come out completey. Darn, another shirt ruined. Yesterday, I Googled "How to get rid of grease stains" and something unexpected came up. TONS of people said to pour BABY POWDER on the stain and let it sit on the spot for at least 12 hours.
Baby powder?? What? Okay, well, I have baby powder at home and so I figured it wouldn't hurt to try. Last night I layed the shirt out, grabbed the powder and put some on. I just used enough to cover the spot well, it wasn't a huge pile. I let it sit on there overnight and then I brused the powder off this morning. I wish I had a before and after picture, but I didn't think of it until now.
Even after just brushing the powder off, it looked like the stain was gone. I washed the shirt and hung it up to air dry. (Don't want it to shrink) It's not completely dry yet, but I keep checking on it and so far it looks like the stain is completely gone! Awesome!
If you try it let me know if it worked for you.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Saturday, December 26, 2009
It's time...
to start over. Another year gone and this one went faster than any previous year I can remember. Some people might not think that time can speed up, but I think it can. Maybe it was a good thing. Maybe 2009 was just a bridge year. It had to happen to get us to 2010.
So, here we go. Bring on 2010. I'm ready for a new year.
So, here we go. Bring on 2010. I'm ready for a new year.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
The Monthly Call...
The Monthly call is when my family gets "together" on a conference call. This call includes my mom, my sisters (Heather, Kathy, Roni & Christine) and my nieces, (Val, April and Sarah). It's nice, but do you know how hard it is for NINE women to not all talk at one time? The call can get a little much after a while.
When my mom got so sick in October we all decided that we needed to start getting in touch more. My family is not a typical family and so we're not as close as other people. It's okay, it works for us though.
Anyway, it's amazing how fast this past month has gone by. Not to mention how fast this whole year has gone by.
TWO THOUSAND AND TEN in just a few days. It seems like it just turned 2000. Have I been asleep the past ten years? I think I must have been.
It's really time for me to wakeup. Seriously.
When my mom got so sick in October we all decided that we needed to start getting in touch more. My family is not a typical family and so we're not as close as other people. It's okay, it works for us though.
Anyway, it's amazing how fast this past month has gone by. Not to mention how fast this whole year has gone by.
TWO THOUSAND AND TEN in just a few days. It seems like it just turned 2000. Have I been asleep the past ten years? I think I must have been.
It's really time for me to wakeup. Seriously.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Dead Poets Society
DPS was on TV tonight. I only caught the last half hour of it, but it just reminded me of some really great times. And the quotes from that movie are awesome. So I thought I'd share some of my favorites with you.
John Keating: They're not that different from you, are they? Same haircuts. Full of hormones, just like you. Invincible, just like you feel. The world is their oyster. They believe they're destined for great things, just like many of you, their eyes are full of hope, just like you. Did they wait until it was too late to make from their lives even one iota of what they were capable? Because, you see gentlemen, these boys are now fertilizing daffodils. But if you listen real close, you can hear them whisper their legacy to you. Go on, lean in. Listen, you hear it? - - Carpe - - hear it? - - Carpe, carpe diem, seize the day boys, make your lives extraordinary.
John Keating: O Captain, my Captain. Who knows where that comes from? Anybody? Not a clue? It's from a poem by Walt Whitman about Mr. Abraham Lincoln. Now in this class you can either call me Mr. Keating, or if you're slightly more daring, O Captain my Captain.
John Keating: We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, "O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless... of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?" Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?
John Keating: Sucking the marrow out of life doesn't mean choking on the bone.
John Keating: There's a time for daring and there's a time for caution, and a wise man understands which is called for.
John Keating: I always thought the idea of education was to learn to think for yourself. Nolan: At these boys' age? Not on your life!
Neil: For the first time in my whole life, I know what I wanna do! And for the first time, I'm gonna do it! Whether my father wants me to or not! Carpe diem!
John Keating: We're not laughing at you - we're laughing near you.
Dalton: [answering phone] Welton Academy, hello. Yes he is, just a moment. Mr. Nolan, it's for you. It's God. He says we should have girls at Welton.
John Keating: Language was developed for one endeavor, and that is - Mr. Anderson? Come on, are you a man or an amoeba? [pause]
John Keating: Mr. Perry?
Neil: To communicate.
John Keating: No! To woo women!
Neil: [quoting Henry David Thoreau] "I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life."
Dalton: I'll second that.
Neil: "To put to rout all that was not life; and not, when I had come to die, discover that I had not lived."
McAllister: "Show me the heart unfettered by foolish dreams and I'll show you a happy man."
John Keating: "But only in their dreams can men be truly free. 'Twas always thus, and always thus will be."
McAllister: Tennyson?
John Keating: No, Keating.
John Keating: Close your eyes, close your eyes! Close 'em! Now, describe what you see.
Todd Anderson: Uh, I-I close my eyes.
John Keating: Yes.
Todd Anderson: Uh, and this image floats beside me.
John Keating: A sweaty-toothed madman.
Todd Anderson: A sweaty-toothed madman with a stare that pounds my brain.
John Keating: Oh, that's *excellent*! Now, give him action - make him do something!
Todd Anderson: H-His hands reach out and choke me.
John Keating: That's it! Wonderful, wonderful!
Todd Anderson: And all the time he's mumbling.
John Keating: What's he mumbling?
Todd Anderson: Mumbling truth.
John Keating: Yeah, yes.
Todd Anderson: Truth like-like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold.
John Keating: [some of the class start to laugh] Forget them, forget them! Stay with the blanket. Tell me about that blanket!
Todd Anderson: Y-Y-You push it, stretch it, it'll never be enough. You kick at it, beat it, it'll never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying t-to the moment we leave dying, it'll just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream. [long pause then class applauds]
John Keating: Don't you forget this.
Neil: [Neil finds Todd sitting alone on the roof] Hey!
Todd Anderson: Hey.
Neil: What's going on?
Todd Anderson: Nothin'. Today's my birthday.
Neil: Is today your birthday? Happy birthday!
Todd Anderson: Thanks.
Neil: What'd you get?
Todd Anderson: [indicating the desk set lying beside him] My parents gave me this.
Neil: Isn't this the same desk set-
Todd Anderson: Yeah. Yeah, they gave me the same thing as last year.
Neil: Oh.
Todd Anderson: Oh.
Neil: Maybe they thought you needed another one.
Todd Anderson: Maybe they weren't thinking about anything at all. The funny thing is about this is, I-I didn't even like it the first time.
Neil: Todd, I think you're underestimating the value of this desk set. [He picks it up]
Neil: I mean, who would want a football or a baseball or...
Todd Anderson: Or a car.
Neil: Or a car, if they could have a desk set as wonderful as this one? I mean, if-if I were ever going to buy a desk set, twice, I would probably buy this one. Both times! In fact, its shape is... it's rather aerodynamic, isn't it? [walks to the edge of the roof]
Neil: You can feel it. This desk set wants to fly! [hands it to Todd]
Neil: Todd? The world's first unmanned flying desk set. [Todd throws it off the roof - papers fly everywhere and things crash and clatter to the ground]
Neil: Oh my! Well, I wouldn't worry. You'll get another one next year.
John Keating: Why do I stand up here? Anybody?
Dalton: To feel taller!
John Keating: No! [Dings a bell with his foot]
John Keating: Thank you for playing Mr. Dalton. I stand upon my desk to remind myself that we must constantly look at things in a different way.
John Keating: Boys, you must strive to find your own voice. Because the longer you wait to begin, the less likely you are to find it at all. Thoreau said, "Most men lead lives of quiet desperation." Don't be resigned to that. Break out!
John Keating: I SOUND MY BARBARIC YAWP OVER THE ROOFTOPS OF THE WORLD.
Neil: So what are you going to do? Charlie? Dalton: Damn it Neil, the name is Nuwanda.
John Keating: This is a battle, a war, and the casualties could be your hearts and souls.
Todd Anderson: [standing on his desk] Oh captain, my captain.
John Keating: They're not that different from you, are they? Same haircuts. Full of hormones, just like you. Invincible, just like you feel. The world is their oyster. They believe they're destined for great things, just like many of you, their eyes are full of hope, just like you. Did they wait until it was too late to make from their lives even one iota of what they were capable? Because, you see gentlemen, these boys are now fertilizing daffodils. But if you listen real close, you can hear them whisper their legacy to you. Go on, lean in. Listen, you hear it? - - Carpe - - hear it? - - Carpe, carpe diem, seize the day boys, make your lives extraordinary.
John Keating: O Captain, my Captain. Who knows where that comes from? Anybody? Not a clue? It's from a poem by Walt Whitman about Mr. Abraham Lincoln. Now in this class you can either call me Mr. Keating, or if you're slightly more daring, O Captain my Captain.
John Keating: We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, "O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless... of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?" Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?
John Keating: Sucking the marrow out of life doesn't mean choking on the bone.
John Keating: There's a time for daring and there's a time for caution, and a wise man understands which is called for.
John Keating: I always thought the idea of education was to learn to think for yourself. Nolan: At these boys' age? Not on your life!
Neil: For the first time in my whole life, I know what I wanna do! And for the first time, I'm gonna do it! Whether my father wants me to or not! Carpe diem!
John Keating: We're not laughing at you - we're laughing near you.
Dalton: [answering phone] Welton Academy, hello. Yes he is, just a moment. Mr. Nolan, it's for you. It's God. He says we should have girls at Welton.
John Keating: Language was developed for one endeavor, and that is - Mr. Anderson? Come on, are you a man or an amoeba? [pause]
John Keating: Mr. Perry?
Neil: To communicate.
John Keating: No! To woo women!
Neil: [quoting Henry David Thoreau] "I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life."
Dalton: I'll second that.
Neil: "To put to rout all that was not life; and not, when I had come to die, discover that I had not lived."
McAllister: "Show me the heart unfettered by foolish dreams and I'll show you a happy man."
John Keating: "But only in their dreams can men be truly free. 'Twas always thus, and always thus will be."
McAllister: Tennyson?
John Keating: No, Keating.
John Keating: Close your eyes, close your eyes! Close 'em! Now, describe what you see.
Todd Anderson: Uh, I-I close my eyes.
John Keating: Yes.
Todd Anderson: Uh, and this image floats beside me.
John Keating: A sweaty-toothed madman.
Todd Anderson: A sweaty-toothed madman with a stare that pounds my brain.
John Keating: Oh, that's *excellent*! Now, give him action - make him do something!
Todd Anderson: H-His hands reach out and choke me.
John Keating: That's it! Wonderful, wonderful!
Todd Anderson: And all the time he's mumbling.
John Keating: What's he mumbling?
Todd Anderson: Mumbling truth.
John Keating: Yeah, yes.
Todd Anderson: Truth like-like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold.
John Keating: [some of the class start to laugh] Forget them, forget them! Stay with the blanket. Tell me about that blanket!
Todd Anderson: Y-Y-You push it, stretch it, it'll never be enough. You kick at it, beat it, it'll never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying t-to the moment we leave dying, it'll just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream. [long pause then class applauds]
John Keating: Don't you forget this.
Neil: [Neil finds Todd sitting alone on the roof] Hey!
Todd Anderson: Hey.
Neil: What's going on?
Todd Anderson: Nothin'. Today's my birthday.
Neil: Is today your birthday? Happy birthday!
Todd Anderson: Thanks.
Neil: What'd you get?
Todd Anderson: [indicating the desk set lying beside him] My parents gave me this.
Neil: Isn't this the same desk set-
Todd Anderson: Yeah. Yeah, they gave me the same thing as last year.
Neil: Oh.
Todd Anderson: Oh.
Neil: Maybe they thought you needed another one.
Todd Anderson: Maybe they weren't thinking about anything at all. The funny thing is about this is, I-I didn't even like it the first time.
Neil: Todd, I think you're underestimating the value of this desk set. [He picks it up]
Neil: I mean, who would want a football or a baseball or...
Todd Anderson: Or a car.
Neil: Or a car, if they could have a desk set as wonderful as this one? I mean, if-if I were ever going to buy a desk set, twice, I would probably buy this one. Both times! In fact, its shape is... it's rather aerodynamic, isn't it? [walks to the edge of the roof]
Neil: You can feel it. This desk set wants to fly! [hands it to Todd]
Neil: Todd? The world's first unmanned flying desk set. [Todd throws it off the roof - papers fly everywhere and things crash and clatter to the ground]
Neil: Oh my! Well, I wouldn't worry. You'll get another one next year.
John Keating: Why do I stand up here? Anybody?
Dalton: To feel taller!
John Keating: No! [Dings a bell with his foot]
John Keating: Thank you for playing Mr. Dalton. I stand upon my desk to remind myself that we must constantly look at things in a different way.
John Keating: Boys, you must strive to find your own voice. Because the longer you wait to begin, the less likely you are to find it at all. Thoreau said, "Most men lead lives of quiet desperation." Don't be resigned to that. Break out!
John Keating: I SOUND MY BARBARIC YAWP OVER THE ROOFTOPS OF THE WORLD.
Neil: So what are you going to do? Charlie? Dalton: Damn it Neil, the name is Nuwanda.
John Keating: This is a battle, a war, and the casualties could be your hearts and souls.
Todd Anderson: [standing on his desk] Oh captain, my captain.
Monday, July 27, 2009
The Birthday Card
This is what the birthday card Heather sent to me said:
She's the one
you've known forever.
The one you go to
for honest advice
and genuine support.
The one who accepts
your quirky little habits
and understands you
in a way few others can.
She's the one
you can call at any hour-
to laugh or cry or complain...
The one whose voice has been there all along,
sharing secrets and dreams
and singing your song when
you needed to hear it most.
She's the one
who can read your mind,
hear your heart,
and love you just the way you are.
She's your lifelong friend...
but so much more.
She's your sister.
She's the one
you've known forever.
The one you go to
for honest advice
and genuine support.
The one who accepts
your quirky little habits
and understands you
in a way few others can.
She's the one
you can call at any hour-
to laugh or cry or complain...
The one whose voice has been there all along,
sharing secrets and dreams
and singing your song when
you needed to hear it most.
She's the one
who can read your mind,
hear your heart,
and love you just the way you are.
She's your lifelong friend...
but so much more.
She's your sister.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Just saying...
So my mom heard today that her youngest sister passed away last night. I was talking to her on the phone and she said that she felt like crying and I told her to go ahead and do it. She said she didn't want to cry in front of the kids. (Jesse & Kailie were at her house today). I told her that it would be fine and the kids would understand.
I think that Kailie was outside, but Jesse was sitting in the chair next to her and heard what she said. He's such an awesome kid. He'd probably hate it that I am saying this 'cuz he's 14, but he's got such a tender heart. He said to my mom after we hung up. "You can cry on my shoulder, Grandma, I don't mind." I just love that kid.
I think that Kailie was outside, but Jesse was sitting in the chair next to her and heard what she said. He's such an awesome kid. He'd probably hate it that I am saying this 'cuz he's 14, but he's got such a tender heart. He said to my mom after we hung up. "You can cry on my shoulder, Grandma, I don't mind." I just love that kid.
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