Monday, August 8, 2016
A few of our friends in the Patteson family came over to our house to help my mom, Ansa, and I can peaches. Box after box of peaches we peeled, cut, canned, de-air-bubbled, sealed, and sealed again. Mrs. Patteson, Emma, and Patricia left around 8:00 PM but the Thomas girls continued working until midnight.
As we came to a stopping point, I was walking across the kitchen when Ansa, who was passing in the opposite direction, bumped me. The force with which she pushed me with was ever so slight but enough to cause me to step to my left. This little movement caused me to press the left side of my left thigh against a lid Mom had just removed from a pot of boiling water and set to cool on a stack of crates beside the pantry door. “Ouch!” I exclaimed, quickly stepping to my right. “That’s hot!”
I examined the contact point and discovered that some of my skin was peeling away. I sat down and picked off the damaged skin which revealed a burn about an inch wide and two inches long. Mom had me hold an ice cube on it and then she pulled out the mustard (which we’ve heard helps with burns). It had never occurred to me that, when mustard is applied to a burn, it stings. I was doing fine until we applied it and, oh my, how it stung! I was unable to hold back my tears and so let them flow freely. I protested against more mustard, despite my burn not being completely covered, but Mom succeeded in squeezing out another dollop before I drew back and waved her away. Once the tears stopped, I slowly spread the mustard evenly over my burn, flinching as it came in contact with my flesh. Several minutes later the mustard had dried and fallen off in flakes while my burn, despite being swollen, was feeling much better.
As time passed, my burn slowly began to disappear. It is truly amazing how our bodies can heal themselves. Today I received this burn very close to exactly four months ago and yet you can still clearly see it. There is a good chance this accident has scarred me, but at least we have learned to no longer leave hot pots or pans in reach of bare skin. 😂
This past March my little sis, who is not so little anymore, turned 10. Double digits. Wow. It’s hard to believe how old she is getting, especially when I recall myself when I was 10.
We first celebrated her birthday at lunch with our grandparents. As a little bonus to her birthday money, Grandma let her take home a lot of flowers which decorated our home for the next week.
On the eve of her birthday, we reluctantly sent her to bed early and then followed tradition by decorating the kitchen in as many happy little girl colored streamers and balloons as we could manage.
The next morning Ansa got up much earlier than she should have, it being her birthday and all, so that we could have a birthday breakfast together before I left for school. The whole family picked me up later that day and we went on the traditional “Birthday Food Adventure” which is where we drive around town using coupons that my mom previously collected for the event. By the end of the day, we end up having leftover food from restaurants all over town.
Back home we gathered in the living room where we watched Ansa humbly open her presents. Her favorites ended up being her new Leotard and Ballet Slippers. After each family member shared one thing that we love about her, everyone moved to the kitchen where we lit the birthday candles. Once blown out we each had a bit of cake before heading to bed.
A few days after her birthday Ansa held her first official birthday party for which she dubbed me the official helper. Ansa invited two of her friends from church, Sarah and Sarah, and we spent the afternoon doing various activities including a photo shoot. All in all, I think she had an amazing birthday. Happy birthday, AK! I pray you have many, many more.
As you might know, my sister Ansa has a very big heart so, when a stray began coming by our house, she naturally gave it some food. Of course, this caused the cat to return again and again for more. The feline would arrive at our front porch around 5:30 PM every day although (after naming her, giving her more food, and making her a home) she began to come early in the morning and sit on our porch all day until someone came out with her meal.
Ansa wants to keep her so bad but we can’t due to Mom and Dad’s allergies. So Pepper now lives in Lauren’s garage and Ansa often goes there to play with her.
Last month my family and I stopped at Starbucks. While waiting for our drinks, I took some pics of Ansa and her favorite stuffed animal, Monkey. Which pic do you think is the cutest? Tell me in the comments below.
My dad grew up in a very poor family, poor to the point that they lived on ration cards. His dad, Grandpa Billy, worked third shift so he would sleep during the day, leaving his five hungry boys to roam unsupervised. Because of this, Grandpa Billy would wrap his meal in aluminian foil which he would decorate with a skull and cross bones and the word “poison”.
One night after small-group, our friends gave Ansa a piece of cake which she decided to save for the next day. Since our dad tends to go on midnight strolls (during which he eats anything that “calls” him, as he claims), Ansa attempted to save her treat by writing the words “Poison Ansa” on the plastic wrap which covered the slice of goodness. My mom found it in the oven the next day. 😂
One Sunday morning Ansa came downstairs and opened the shoe closet. She bent down and began searching for her shoes. When I glanced at her I exclaimed how cute the two buns she was wearing looked. She stood up, confused, and I realized that her hair was actually into two pigtails. (They just looked like buns from the angle I was looking at her.) I hopped over to her and asked if I could turn her pigtails into buns, then explained how cute they would look. She agreed, and we went to Mom’s bathroom. Once finished we went back downstairs and I took pictures.
Ansa is my eight year old sister and she has been blessed with lovely blonde hair. She usually does not like it when I constantly tell her how pretty her curls look, although every once in awhile she will be in a good mood and I can snap a pic.
Ansa has this habit of waking up in the middle of the night, doing something weird, falling back asleep, and waking up the next day not remembering anything. One of these times, my Dad was the witness.
He was asleep in his bed when his blanket began to slide off of him. Half asleep, he pulled it back. Again it began to slide off, and again he yanked it back.
“Stop it!” He heard a voice say. It was Ansa. She was laying on the floor at the end of the bed trying to roll up in the blanket.
Dad went to the bathroom and when he came back Ansa was gone, along with the blanket. He went to the room Ansa shares with Haydn and found her in her bed and his blanket on the floor. Chuckling, Dad retrieved his blanket and went to bed.
In the morning he told us all the story and, of course, Ansa did not remember anything.