Yesterday Knut was helping a family we know get their house ready to sell. When he came home, he brought me this:
Now I know most of you see a piece of junk sitting in my garage, but I nearly leaped out of my skin! Isn’t she beautiful? She definitely needs some cleaning up, and I’m hesitant to say that she may ever work, but even if she can live her retirement out on a clean shelf in my house, I think she’ll be beautiful to display. Knut said she came with a table, but he just lifted her up, and the table fell apart underneath her. I can just see my father in law who was with Knut shake his head and say “You’re bringing your wife that?”
He knew. He knew I would just love it, and couldn’t bare her being sent to the dump. What a guy.
She came with pieces. I’m thinking she wasn’t even electric, but just goes by petal. (I’m not sure if I just spelled petal like a flower, or petal like a bike petal. I’m really not sure if they have different spellings either. Either way it’s still cool.)
So I’ll need to clean her up, and polish her so she can be shown off. And she’ll need a name. I’m open to any suggestions, you can leave them in the comments section. I’m thinking an old fashioned name. Maybe Pearl? Or Ethel, since that just sounds old. But the sky is the limit. Let me know what names you come up with.
And since I’ve been sitting on so many kids stories, I have to leak 2 onto this post, and I’ll have a more formal post put together later.
David: “Mommy, did you know that when macaroni an cheese falls into my tummy, crocodiles come swimming up and chomp it up!”
Me: “No David, I never knew that.” (This explains a lot!)
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Out at the lake of Father’s Day, Silje was socializing with several of the Ronnevik cousins. I wasn’t there for this conversation, and I hope I’m quoting her correctly.
Liv and Astri: “Do you know the story of Cinderella?”
Silje: “Yes, She was the most sweetest girl in the world. Well, not the sweetest girl in the world, I’m the sweetest girl in the world. But I think she was pretty sweet!”
I’m tempted to say “precious” but I’ll leave that for another post too.
I think we need to work on some humilty, or modesty, or something like that. Work on self-esteem can probably be moved down the list now.
Don’t forget to leave your suggestions for a name for my new sewing machine!
Astri says
June 25, 2009 at 12:33 amhaha, pretty close. 🙂 i believe the way it went down was that as silje was explaining to us how cinderella was the sweetest girl in the world, liv interrupted to ask, “was she really the sweetest girl in the world?” silje paused, and then replied, “well, no, because i think that i am the sweetest girl in the world.”
it was pretty great. 🙂
Astri says
June 25, 2009 at 12:34 amalso: i am a fan of the crocodile theory.
and: precious? was that a threat? 🙂
Katie says
June 25, 2009 at 5:16 pmFun! This is the first time I checked out your blog, fun! I should do this about my boys, I don’t know if I have the time? I should make the time.
Gwen says
July 21, 2009 at 6:24 amI’m just catching up on your blog and saw that you had gotten a sewing machine. Was that from Tom and Angi’s farm? If so, I’m thinking it came from my aunt Selma who sewed from the time she was a young girl. She would be over 110 years old now, if she were alive. Selma would be a good name! She never married and lived with and took care of my grandmother, Oline, who was crippled with arthritis. Selma sewed a lot of clothes for me when I was a little girl. Have you picked a name yet???