Archive for January, 2011
I know I haven’t talked about crafting for quite some time. I had to take a break for a while, but now with a few gifts to be made and them being for special people and all, I figured it was high time to get back into gear. So, here’s the problem that has arisen again. The question of space for my junk. My yarn, fabric, needles and notions. Blah.
So here’s the deal:
When I took up knitting a few years ago, the largest challenge for me was to find storage for my growing arsenal of yarn, books, needles and notions. Doug was sick of finding my yarn and sock needles all over my house. The first storage option that came to both of our heads when we moved into our current place was to take one of the tv stands in our house and instead of put a TV on it, make it into yarn/sewing storage and things. Sewing machine on top, yarn and things on the bottom and on the shelves. Books on the side where DVDs/Videos are supposed to go. It worked well…until…
a cat came along and trashed the door on it and got into my yarn stash. It was then that I got rubbermaid drawers and moved the stuff into my craft room.
Now, I’m up to running out of room. AGAIN.
So, here’s my question…what would you do to help out with supply storage space? I’ve already pared everything down, but I’m still running out of room for it all!
I NEED IDEAS!!!
No, we’re not submarine voyaging here…we’re playing HOCKEY!
Coming off the holiday means going back to Mini Mite hockey-2 days a week.
Saturdays are still spent with Coach Randall and his skating lessons and his chants that the kids repeat-“I’M A GREAT HOCKEY PLAYER!!”
Sundays, wellll, those are the days where all the hilarious stories come out of. The Sunday experience is drills, games and general organized mayhem.
Kids are shuttled from station to station in 5 minute increments and then play a scrimmage game at the end on the days where they do drills.
One of the most popular stations is the dive drill. There are several variations on this drill, but all involve the kids throwing themselves onto the ice at a relatively high rate of speed. The coaches usually run this drill in at least ONE of the stations, sometimes two.
Last week, the dive drill had two variations-the Glove and the SUBMARINE!!
First variation-The Glove.
Kids drop their sticks, skate around, chase style, skating away from the coaches who are throwing their gloves at them. If a kid gets hit with a glove, they have to dive and slide. I got some shots off, but I was in a really bad position, so they all stink. I’m not even going to try and post them. Just know that it involves adults throwing gloves at kids and the kids laughing as they dive onto the ice.
Then, there was SUBMARINE!
This drill involves the kids skating down the ice at a high rate of speed with their sticks, and when the coach yells “SUBMARINE!” the kids need to throw themselves on the ice and slide on their bellies. This induces laughter and giggles and “AGAIN!” from the kids. This drill is never a struggle for any of the coaches to do.
So, thankfully, one of the other parents had her AWESOME camera with her on Sunday. She started snapping picture, upon picture upon picture.
Note the smile under the face cage as he’s about to throw himself down onto the ice. Note the small boy in the front already on his tummy.
I think all of the kids, especially Isaac, live for the dive station. Between that and the jump station it makes their week.
So, I took a slightly unscheduled break for the holidays. I needed it.
Doug and Isaac went off to visit the Outlaws in Arizona. I did what I always do. STAY HOME.
Now, we’ve had a week to get back into the groove of life and all of that. We’re all starting to normalize and process being back.
Right now, we’re waiting for the second storm in 3 weeks to hit us. I’m doing my “snow day” dance and waiting for the storm to hit us. My joints in my leg hurt, and that’s a sure sign of snow.
But as for us, we’re back to the usuals…
hockey, posting here and general havoc and mayhem that is our life.
Oh, and I promise this year not to get Isaac a haircut right before the BIG RED FREAKOUT, as to avoid an incident like last year.
That is my New Year’s Resolution.