Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Oh, and they have a nice little section for goals, whether they be daily, monthly, or weekly, which I love because I can have it all out in front of me as a reminder of what I should be doing, like drinking eight glasses of water each day.
So that's what's going on right now. I might think of something a bit more interesting to post later today, but this'll do for now.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Monday, March 16, 2009
My mom's post about blown Easter eggs.
Last year we blew out Easter eggs for the first time last year, and when we took them out recently with the Easter decorations, I decided to hang them from a metal "tree" of sorts that we have. I have a link up at the top of this post to a post my mom made about blowing out Easter eggs that you can check out if you'd like because this one's just focused on hanging them. I'm sure there's some great information online of some great way to hang them that'll look really spiffy, but I decided to just figure it out using things around the house.
Materials I used:
-brown thread, twice as long as the length you want the egg hanging down, and at least 6 or 7 inches.
-masking tape (Yes, masking tape. But don't worry, you don't see it.)
-eggs, of course =)
What I did:
If you blew out your eggs the way we did, you should have one hole at each end, a small one, and a tiny one. (I'll just call them 'big' and 'small' to make things simple.)
Insert the threaded needle into the smaller of the two holes.
The needle tended to "float" at the top of the hole because of the thread, (see photo at left) so I pushed it down into the egg using a pin.
You can now release one of the ends of thread so that you can remove the needle from the thread, and the egg is threaded on the thread like a bead. (Say that ten times fast. ;]) Take the needle, and thread it onto the end of thread coming from the smaller hole of the egg. You are now going to go through the same process, bringing the other end down through the small hole and out the larger one, making sure to keep the loop at the small hole. (If your loop falls through, you're going to have to start over again.)
Here, I pinned my loop to the tablecloth so that it wouldn't fall through while I finish up.
I then took a piece of masking tape, folded it so that it was not sticky, threaded the needle and thread through the center, and tied a knot on the other side. I then put the tape and thread in the egg through the large hole and pulled up the loop at the top. This tape is just a barrier to keep the knot from going through the small hole at the top.
Now, just hang it somewhere. =)
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
I'm proud to report that my room is now clean. (half of it, anyway) Molli's taking advantage of the newlyfound desk top and is laying on it, with her tail swishing softy over the laptop keys, except when it ends up between my finger and a key I need to use--then it doesn't swish so softly anymore. ;]
Monday, March 2, 2009
I had Crossbills songs and calls already loaded onto my mp3 player, and had that hooked up to the car radio. Not hearing any response, I walked off a distance from the car, and thought I heard a call, but it was hard to be sure with the calls playing in the background, so I signalled to my mom to turn off the mp3 player. I listened. Nothing. I walked on a bit more, a bit disappointed and thinking of going home. Then I heard it again. It sounded like just snatches here and there of the song file I had, but I didn't want to get my hopes up and go looking for a bird that wasn't actually there, so I mentally bookmarked my location and went back to the car. After confirming that the mp3 player was indeed off, I returned to my previous location, listened, and heard it again. Now would be the tricky part of actually finding the birds. I couldn't pinpoint the sound due to moderate traffic on a close road, and I was surrounded by several pine trees, each quite volumous. I scanned a few tree tops with the binoculars and then spotted a flutter of wings as one of the Crossbills--a male--moved to another branch.
I followed them from tree to tree and finally got a glimpse of a few females.
Just as I was thinking I should probably leave (as my sister was probably getting tired of sitting in the car) they started flying down in groups of 3-5 to drink from a puddle about 5 feet in front of me!