Daniel and Dunlop

Daniel has been talking about Dunlop Boots for quite some time. He wanted some for Christmas, but I didn't get around to looking for them. I think he was a bit disappointed, but he didn't complain. He just kept hinting... and hinting... and hinting some more.

I did some surreptitious online research on Monday, and phoned the only company in Canada that imports these boots. The nice lady said they didn't sell directly to the public (that would be ME), but that I could buy them at S. B. Simpson or at Mark's Work Warehouse.

We headed to Stratford on Monday, and I popped into Mark's. They had one pair. Size 5. That certainly wouldn't do for Daniel, whose feet are HUGE for the size of him. He's tall and skinny with size TWELVES.

"Can you order some for me?"

"Yes, certainly," the nice saleslady responded.

"When will I get them?"

"That depends. It could be a couple of days; more likely a week or two. You can have them delivered to your home address, or you can pick them up here at the store."

What a great idea - home delivery. I requested that, then paid for the boots. OUCH. It was painful to pay over $200 for a pair of rubber boots. But they were supposed to be good, and that's all that Daniel wanted for his birthday.

I prayed that God would orchestrate all of the events so that the boots would come today.

And, they did. (What a treat! Another indication that God loves us, and that He cares about the little details of life.)



Happy birthday, Daniel. Enjoy those warm feet!

Doctors appointment?

Vans demise.

Watusi

These Cattle Amaze me.

I Get a Headache from a Ponytail.

We're not the only Spelling Nazis

Me and my big mouth. ;D

I hate people who stare. I really do. So, when I am trying to work and people just STAND there and STARE at you till you want to murder them...enough said.
So, being the boisterous person I am, one guy was standing there, arms on chest, staring like there's no tomorrow; I walked past him with a bin and shouted
"POWER!! SUCCESS!! VICTORY IS MINE!!!" Then walked back as if nothing had happened. The look he gave me was so funny it was hard to keep a straight face. But, He did leave. Probably to tell his coworkers about that crazy girl. ;)

Nathan

Steve told me that Heather phoned a few times to let the kids know how she was doing. She called when she got safely to Donna's; then she called when they arrived at the airport. Just before boarding the plane, she called again, and all of the kids were excited to chat with her before she left.

Nathan said, "Bye Mom. I love you. I hope you don't crash!"

Steve, horrified, shushed Nate and told him you don't say that to someone just about to take off in a plane.

After the call was finished, Steve noticed Nathan outside with his coat on. He was peering intently into the sky.

"Nathan! What are you doing? Get in here!" Steve said.

"I'm watching for Mom's plane. I want to wave at her as she goes by!"

Isn't he a riot?