Sunday Dinner, April 1, 2007 & Assorted Ramblings

For those of you who are looking for a Sunday Dinner menu here today, this is almost an April Fool's joke.

There ain't gonna be no Sunday Dinner at Diane's Place today. I'm on strike. I'm feeling much better, but I am not cooking today. I refuse. I have no idea where I'll be eating today, but someone else will be cooking it and cleaning up the dirty dishes. Whatever the majority decides, that's where we'll eat, I suppose.

Sunday afternoon my mother in law's church is giving Jessica a baby shower and I'm supposed to go with Jessica for that, then back to my church for evening worship. It's going to be a full day.

Now, what are your plans for Sunday Dinner? Just share your menu or your plans in the comments.I mentioned in my last post that I had my long hair cut off. Okay, here are the pictures.

First, the "Before" picture. Keep in mind my hair was
still damp here, so it was longer than it looks in the picture.Next, here's the ponytail after my sister Ducky
hacked it off. It's lying on my printer, and
my hand is there to help judge the scale.Next, a front view of my new 'do.And a back view. Not the best pics, I know.
And my hair just does that thing on its
own, that thing on the back of my head
that looks kind of like a weight line near
the nape of my neck.

I had Jessica take these pics Saturday
night at her place and I'd been rained on
a couple of times, and for some reason my
hair looks like it's been wet a couple of times.I took some pictures of Emmy's room
while I was there at Jessica and Jason's apartment.
Here's one of Emmy's new crib,
and of MY bed when I'm there.
I've already told Jessica and Jason
that Grandma is going to require a
stepladder to get in and out of that bed.
It's higher off the floor than it looks in
that picture, and Grandma is short-legged.
Did I mention this was MY bed,
as in GRANDMA'S bed?
I made the afghan for my Mama for
her 60th birthday. When she died in
2005 it came back to me, and I
gave it to Jessica when she and
Jason got married in December.
I think it looks nice in Emmy's nursery.
Continuing with my rambling today,
I received a package in the mail today
from my dear blogging buddy,
Barb at A New Chelsea Morning.
I couldn't believe all the things she had
packed in that little box! It seemed
like I just kept pulling things out of
that box for the longest time!
And of course my cat, Candy, had
to help me examine everything.
If a cat owns you, you know that
everything new that comes into the
house has to be thoroughly inspected.
There were a half dozen DARLING
handmade (by Barb) burp cloths
and a large package of diapers...
A precious pink, blue and white
hand-crocheted baby afghan
and a package of tiny T-shirts...
And six pairs of itty-bitty socks.
Here's another view of the afghan
and the burp cloths.And, Barb, you'll be gratified to know that
everything passed Candy's inspection.
And mine as well.
I am just overwhelmed, Barb.
Thank you SO MUCH for everything,
and especially the things you made
by hand and with love. I will think of
you each time I use these things and
see them as I take care of Emmy.
I "Heart" you, my friend.Now that this is like, the longest post EVER,
I'm going to publish this and put the blog
to bed for the night/morning.
It's been a long, eventful day and I'm still
recovering from the creeping crud.
Diane is TARD.
I pray God's richest blessings upon
you all, dear friends and family.

Love and hugs,