Today is the 6th anniversary of my sister’s 29th birthday!
Also the anniversary of the Wall being torn down in Berlin, and Crystalnacht.
Edited to add:
hmmm…this was supposed to be posted on the 9th of November. I am not sure why it did not, or why I can’t change the date to stick in in there. hmmmm…ah, it’s a google chrome thing. I was able to put this in the right place with firefox with no problems. hmmm…
Happy Birthday Glenda!
Today she is…ummm…carry the three…34 years old!
We went out to dinner last night, Mexican food, and had a good time. Hopefully her bday gifts arrive soon, I could not find them locally, so I ordered them off teh internets.
“A sudden influx of new Nursery orphaned elephants during the month of February
prompted us to move four of the older orphans to our rehabilitation facility at
Voi, Tsavo East National Park. At first we felt that the Ithumba Centre might
perhaps be the best destination for them, that area having had more rain, and
elephant browse more plentiful in its thicket cover, but then a heavy
un-seasonal downpour around the area of the Voi Stockades, plus the condition of
the diversions on the main Nairobi – Mombasa road, and another long rough
section on a dirt track to reach Ithumba, forced a change of heart. Not only
have the Voi Stockades remained empty since the successful rehabilitation of all
36 inmates 2 years ago back into the wild system, but the Voi Keepers were
longing to become more than just antelope Keepers and Wild Elephant Monitors!
Joseph Sauni and his men were delighted, and hurriedly began preparing the
Stockades for the new arrivals. For us at the Nursery, it was a very early
start at 4 a.m. the morning of Saturday 21st February 2009, hoping to get the
elephants loaded and on the road before the gridlock of Nairobi traffic which
these days can hold a traveler up for hours, making any journey out of the
capital city even more stressful for both man and beast alike!
With only four days of practice at going into the trucks parked at the Nursery
Loading Bay, SHIMBA and SIRIA had no problem plucking up sufficient courage to
go in for their milk. Wassesa was a little more apprehensive but was going in,
and MZIMA would have none of it! When the time came, however, WASESSA had very
definite second thoughts, and vocalized these loud and long, which alerted the
others to a possible problem! She proved the most difficult elephant Robert
Carr-Hartley and his very experienced father, Roy Carr-Hartley (Who has been
invovled in every orphan elephant move we have done) had ever had to deal with,
and also arguably the largest, for WASESSA was a big two and a half year old
with a couple of inches of tusk through the lip. Despite her apprehensive
reluctance, and the fact that she was quite capable of flattening all the frail
humans around her, she made no attempt to retaliate and eventually allowed
herself to be muscled into the parked truck, testimony to the very gentle and
tolerant nature of elephants to those they love despite their enormous strength.
The door to her truck was hurriedly closed, and once inside with two Keepers
by her side, she resigned herself to the inevitable and struggled no further.
SIRIA came next, and having heard what WASESSA had conveyed, he was also
problematical about getting into the second truck, but eventually likewise
obliged. Then it was the turn of mellow little SHIMBA who, always eager to
please those he trusts and loves, obliged easily. Finding himself now alone
outside in the dark, MZIMA decided that where SHIMBA goes, he goes too, because
“a friend in need is a friend indeed”! To everyone’s surprise, he proved
no problem at all.
It was past 5 a.m. when the three trucks drew out of the Nursery Compound, all
the staff standing by to wave a fond farewell, for it is always a time of mixed
emotions. They are going to a better place, with still many dependent years
with their Keepers still by their side, and all still milk dependent, but now
they have the opportunity of mixing with wild herds, and slowly slowly the
ability to assimilate into them. This process takes anywhere from eight to ten
years. But loosing them from our everyday lives here at the Nursery is always
sad - for SHIMBA as been with us in the nursery since a tiny infant, but was now
travelling to his new home with his best friends, MZIMA his stockade mate,
SIRIA, and WASESSA . These special friendships, bonded more by them all of
them sharing the same fate of loosing their beloved elephant herd, will last a
life time.
The road did indeed prove challenging, but at least the tarred stretch done by
the Austrian Company Stabaag brought welcome relief, and by 1 p.m. the elephants
walked out at the other end into their new home to embark on the next phase of
their life’s journey the slow process of making the first steps towards going
back where they belong.
Having settled them in, fed them their milk and enjoyed a welcomed mudbath, and
left them with their Keepers to explore their new surroundings, Robert and his
father Roy went with Joseph Sauni in search of EMILY’s unit to film an update
on EMILY’s two month old wild-born baby, little Eve. They found EMILY and
her entourage with the baby just behind Mazinga Hill, about seven kilometers
away from the stockades, with tiny Eve as ever enjoying the fulltime attention
of two of her many orphaned “Minders”, namely EDIE and Sweet Sally. They
are attentive to the baby’s every movement and every need. Little Eve just
has to put her ears out and each Minder is with her in a flash, one on each
side, gently propelling her back to her mother, who remains totally relaxed,
secure in the knowledge that her baby must surely be the most spoilt little
elephant in the world. Eve has a herd of “Minders”, besides the two Chief
Nannies, amongst whom is LAIKIPIA, the oldest and largest bull of EMILY’s
unit, who can always be counted upon to ward off over-eager “Baby Snatchers”
from the wild community. What happened to one such wild canDIDAte, is recorded
in the January 2009 Keepers’ Diary, who incurred the wrath not only of EMILY
herself, but each Minder in turn, and who was eventually “Victory Mounted”
by LAIKIPIA who stepped in to finalize the issue!
Back at the Stockades, during the night of Saturday – the first night that
the 4 new arrivals were together in their new secure Voi Stockades that have
seen so much Elephant History over the years, a lion roared close-by, and this
scared them. However, Joseph Sauni and the Night Duty milk dispersers were
sleeping nearby and were on hand to comfort and reassure their nervous charges.
We are sure that it won’t be long before EMILY and her entourage return to
introduce themselves to the new arrivals, and that WASESSA will understand that
she has, in fact, simply come home for she was found as an orphan just behind
Irima Hill, not far from the Voi Stockades, and was very fortunate not to have
ended up a meal for the lions who were only kept at bay by the passing Bull to
whom she temporarily attached herself prior to the arrival at dusk of the rescue
team. We will be moving their friends Sinya, Lempaute and Lesanju in May,
assuming we are not forced to move them earlier due to congestion in the
Nursery.
Most Sincerely,
Dr. Dame Daphne Sheldrick D.B.E.
http://www.sheldrickwildlifetrust.org“
How cool!
I think Glenda & Dean should decorate the nursery with them! The only problem is that there is no Chewbacca, and no Princess Leia 
So Glenda had an ultrasound (is that right? sounds kinds sinister or sci-fi-ish) the other day and held off on telling everyone until last night. She’s gonna have a little boy, so I’ll be getting a nephew in a few months. Apparently he’s already pretty active, he’s been kicking a lot and moving around, and while they were looking at him him mouth was a going and he never stopped moving his arms. Wonder who he got that from?
No that we know lil’ Peanut is a boy, I can start finalizing the Giant Robot Super Fortress of Coolness design. 
And we need to step up the naming ideas. So far Glenda likes Hudson, or Tristan, but not both. I kinda like William Hudson, that sounds like the name of a Senator or President or CEO. Malcolm Hudson sounds good, too. I can’t think of a good name to go with Tristan, but I do like it. It’s a good olde English name. Maybe Tristan David? Or Tristan Randolf? Or Tristan Alfred? Then his initials would be Tad and we could call him that?
Glenda is threatening to name him Barrack, but I think that much like Wessika came to their senses and did not name their son Fisto, Glenda will see the light and not name her son Barrack.
It is about that time of year, so I thought I’d plug my brother-in-law’s family’s Christmas tree farm. They’re out in Weatherford, not a bad drive, and they’ll have cookies (which are soooo awesome when made by his mom. Seriously, they are worth the drive just for the cookies.) and a hayride for the kids. Also in the summertime you can go out there and pick fruits and vegetables.
Their website has driving directions.
“Pack the whole family into the car and come on out to 4D Farm. Here you can choose from several varieties and cut down your own special holiday tree. You don’t have to bring a thing. We supply everything you’ll need, from the saw to the tie down string. And if you want, we can even cut it down for you so you won’t have to lift a finger. When you’re done, or while you’re waiting, hop on the back of the tractor for a holiday hayride or sit back and relax in our heated Country Store while sipping hot apple cider and eating delicious holiday cookies!”
They have an overabundance of trees this year that are just the right height. Next year they will be Too Tall, so they really want to sell as much as they can now. So the prices are pretty good. You can cut the tree down yourself or they can do it.
Also they have allergy friendly trees. Which is a plus. Although they might still have some pines if you want trees guaranteed to keep Mike away.
Today is Glenda’s birthday. I think it is her fourth anniversary of her 29th birthday.
It’s also the 70th anniversary of Krystalnacht. Leave it to the Germans to name a night of vandalism and destruction something poetic sounding like the night of crystal.
Seriously Glenda, you don’t want to read this.
It’s all about ummm…ponies and unicorns and rainbows. Nothing you’d be interested in.
So what should little unnamed yet Baby Dearman be named? It’s an important question. Realizing, of course, that I have just about zero influence, here are some of my thoughts:
Mike, Michael, and Michelle are right out: too many in the family.
Glen could be good if it’s a boy. Deana or Diana maybe for a girl.
No names from characters on Sex & The City, Desperate Housewives, or Charmed. There will be waaaay too many of them running around.
Also no stripper names, please. No Bambi, Candi, Staci, Traci, basically nothing that ends in an “i”, or make you think of a brass pole.
I do kinda like Barbara or Laura.
Vivian is good, but Adam & Tab named their little girl Vivian, and that would be awkward. So…
There are a lot of Williams on our moms side of the family. Also a lot of Hughs on dad’s side. So they are both out. Although it would be cool to name a boy Hugh Jasper. That way his Uncle Mike could call him “Hugh Jass” I would anticipate that never, ever, getting old. For me anyway.
Fisto is right out, I know because well, it’s not a real name, and also because they were both horrified that little Michael was going to be called that. Although both still call him Fisto, which I find hilarious. So maybe Fisto? Nah, Ortseq! (that was Wes’ first EQ character’s name: Destro, a GI Joe Villain, spelled backwards, but with the D replaced by a Q) I am guessing that Ingtar is right out, as well as Molon, Kham, Gham, Verrin, Aviendha, Avarhin, and…damn, can’t remember my other character’s names, which is probably for the best, really. Anyway, I’m guessing Glenda will veto any names from books that contain swords, dragons, or magic use on the cover.
I think that the name should start with an A or a J. Why? Well, Glenda and Dean are three letters apart, (D, E, F, G) so the little kinder should be three from one of them, which makes it A or J.
I like Amelia, but I think Jen is planning on using that for her little girl, if she should have one, and that would be awkward at best to have two friends girls running around with the same name. Amanda, Adam, Amos, Abigail, Alyssa, Anastasia are all good, but I really like Audrey if it’s a girl.
James, John, Jackson (although there is a cousin and a Flaa named Jackson), Jennifer, Jane, Janet (hmmm…Interplanet Janet? so maybe not so good), Jamie are all good, I think. I kinda like Jennifer, maybe Jennifer Grace? Which has tons of nickname possibilities: Jenny, Gracie, Jen, and of course: Little G, or maybe littlest G (since John calls Glenda “Little G”)
hmmm…maybe it should ban an A and a J? Like John Adam? Or Audrey Janet (ugh, don’t like that, but you get the idea)? Amanda Jane sounds better.
Edited to add:
It was pointed out that both Glenda and Dean have a “D” middle name, so perhaps littlest D should also. hmmm…David, Denise, Darrin, Danielle, Dorothy, Dominique might be cool. Also a plus to having a D middle name and a D last name is that another nickname could be DeeDee. You have to think about these things.
Of course there is always Seven or Soda.
Speaking of “S”s, Sydney is good.
A-ha!
A giant robot castle!
Like a transformer that is a robot and a castle! So the shoulders can be castle-ish turrets!
I think I saw a Warhammer 40k titan that was like that, or maybe a robot from some anime.
Yeah, a very quick google turned this up, not what I was remembering, but close enough for now:
Pirate Galley. Maybe using as a base a free boat, as I see them being offered quite a bit on craigslist and other places. Might save some time/cost on the basic boat shape. It would need a mast with a sail, and a crows nest, and have a woven rope net to climb up into the galley. At least one cannon, a captains wheel, and maybe a slide down on the opposite side from the net. And of course it will be flyin’ the Jolly Roger, and there shall be a treasure chest full o’ booty. Oh, that the pointy bit of wood that sticks out of the front (whatever it’s called) can hold the swings. And we’ll need an anchor, too.
I like how this one was incorporated into the swimming pool:
That way you can walk the plank. Good idea! Maybe there can be a pirate ship play for next to the pond on the farm?
More pirate ship tree house inspiration:
$18,500 pirate ship fort from Costco
Giant Robot. I am thinking it should be all, or mostly anyway, steel/iron. All welded. So that it looks more robotish. Also for more structural strength. Also, I am thinking that the eyes should be motion activated lights, so that it can seem to be guarding the backyard/play area. And now I am thinking that both arms should extend out with swings hanging down from each, and that the slide should be an escape hatch coming out of it’s butt. Sorta.
Obviously I am somewhat inspired by the giant robot at the park in Benbrook, but I am picturing something much, much cooler.
Something more along the lines of the Madcat treehouse/fort.
Misc. Treehouse/fort info
Treehouse workshop.com
And of course, Daniels Woodland
Since the parents have been told now, I can officially announce that I should be an Uncle at the end of April. Glenda is 6weeks-ish pregnant.
They say that first time parents go a little crazy and extra protective and buy tons of crap and first time grandparents are that way, too. Well, this is my third Uncle-ing, so I don’t think I’ll be going too crazy. Although, I’ve already drawn out designs for three different treehouse/forts. One is a castle, which I think would work for a boy or a girl, one is a giant robot, and who does not like giant robots?, and the third is an elephant and a giraffe. They all look good on paper. And each would have a water cannon of some sort. The most elaborate would be the giant robot, as it would incorporate anti-personal water sprinklers which could be activated from inside the fort as well as the water cannon mounted on the head or shoulder. The elephant’s trunk would, of course, be the water cannon on that one, and the giraffe’s neck would stretch out and that what the swings would hang down from. The castle may not have a water cannon, but a water balloon launching catapult or trebuchet. Ideally it would also have a black powder cannon, but that might be hard to get past the zoning board. Or Glenda for that matter.
Since there is no idea yet on the sex of the baby, no idea on names. I have, however, suggested Awesome Incredible as the first and middle names. What couldn’t someone do who’s name was Awesome Incredible Dearman? Nothing, that’s what, someone named Awesome Incredible can do anything. Although I just noticed that the initials spell out AID, so that might not be good after all. Darn! Of course, nothing wrong with Michael or Michelle. Although Glenda has stated in the past that she knows “too many” Michael’s, whatever that means, so probably not going that route. Maybe Glenda Junior if it’s a girl? We could call her Glen Joo.
Also like the idea of David for a boy, and something with a “Da” in it if it’s a girl. That way the three of them could be called Gleanda. You know, like Wes and Jessika are Wessika, and then Wessicle (rhyms with popsicle or bicycle) when it’s Wes, Jess, and lil’ Michael, and Glenda and Dean are, of course, Glean, so… Grandpa Dearman will not, however, be Gron (Grandpa Ron), but just Pops. Probably my madre will not be Granny Nannie, but just Nannie, and Dean’s mom will be grandma, and my dad granddad. Or whatever the kid calls them, but that’s the game plan for now. I of course will be Uncle Mike.
This was a big surprise to me, I thought they were waiting till she got out of school. Turns out they’ve been trying for a while, but there are medical issues, which I’ll not go into, and while they were not specifically trying they were letting whatever happen happen, so do keep them in your prayers if there is a spot open as there may be medical complications, but we all are praying that there are not any.
Didn’t do much this weekend.
Friday I went over to Glenda & Dean’s and had a burger at Steak & Shake (and a shake as well), played a couple of games of Star Wars Miniatures. I won one, Dean won the other.
Saturday didn’t do much, Jordan was over with a friend. They played Xbox on the new tv nonstop till Sunday. Watched some tv, napped.
Sunday helped dad install the post of the gate in the driveway. Holy crap it was hot. Then headed to the farm for computer fixin’ and cell phone settin’ up. Also ate a hamburger out there, too. Fresh home made cookies were also eaten, and cherry pie. mmmmmm.
Stopped by Toys R Us on the way out and picked up a present for little Michael for Christmas, some Legos for me, and some $0.80 dirigibles that I think I can repaint and use in Wings of War. Oh, and two very large ships for Star Wars Starship Battles. They’re actually for the Whizkids game, but those rules suck and we use the ships for Starship Battles. The ships are not to scale, but they are over a foot long, so they are closer to scale. I got a Republic Cruiser and a Seperatist Cruiser. I would link to the ships, but the Whizkid site has not been updated since March, even though they have several new lines of ships out. Huh, that’s rather crappy of them. Although I do see that they have a coupon for a free pack of Clone Wars cards (not redeemable at Toys R Us, but redeemable from Lone Star Comics and Y2Komics)
Oh, and it looks like Tuesday will be the execution date for Jose Medellin, the guy that raped and strangled two teenage girls in Houston back in 1993. Of course the UN and Mexico want us to not execute him, but screw them. Here’s a big tip on how to not get executed by the State of Texas: Don’t come here and murder our citizens.
Really, just follow that one rule and you will not get executed here. It’s that simple.
Saturday Dean and I mowed yards. Glad he helped. It was hot and muggy and I went through a six pack of gatorade myself. Then we met up with a co-worker of his and went to Alpine Shooting range. Had a good time. My Remington 700 was right on target, maybe a little to the left but that might’ve been me. My metric FAL just got a nice new(ish) Hensolt scope on it. I have no idea where it was hitting. I think I need to take it out to the farm and shoot at a piece of 4×8 plywood and see where it’s hitting first, before going back to the range. Also not too sure where Dad’s AR15 was shooting, but it was on the paper at least, so it may have been shooter error or something. We used the scope on the Remington as a spotter. Need to remember to bring good binoculars next time. Or something more than 16x. I could not see some of the .223 holes. Also maybe bring some white poster board so that we can cover the whole target area in white, to see any of the misses that don’t hit paper. Also I need to work on getting my head in the right spot for the scope. Or getting the scope in the right spot for my head, whichever. Really noticed it on the higher magnifications on the Remington’s scope, at 4x or 8x it was not a problem. The Hensolt scope is 4x, as is the scope on Dean’s SKS. Manual for the Hensoldt scope (sorta, mine is a little different).
Got yelled at by the range guy. For stealing brass! He thought we were just scooping up brass left and right or something. I’m not real sure. It seemed to be the problem was that I brought a bucket to put our brass in, or maybe it was that the bucket had brass in it from the last time we shoot at the farm. Like I said, I’m not real sure what his deal was. Ended it by taking my bucket of brass to the truck and throwing the brass be shot into the clear plastic bin thing that was holding ammo and mags and cleaning supplies. He didn’t seem to have a problem with that, but he did come back several more time to look at us.
The dude next to us on the right was a douche. He was getting pissed that our brass was hitting him, but he chose to take a seat at the far right, he was clearly setup for being there all day and should’ve gone on the left if he didn’t want anyone’s brass to hit him. I know I kinda sound like a dick for saying that, but he was bitching about how some people, meaning us, should not be allowed to own or handle guns to his buddy and that really just pissed me off. Also, at one point he went out in front of my table and grabbed my gun while I’m sitting there about to shoot. WTF? And then gets all pissed that the gun is pointing at him BECAUSE HE CHOSE TO STAND IN FRONT OF IT! Gah! Oh well. Just reiterated how we do need to get the range out at the farm up and running.
Ended the day by watching the second Harry Potter movie, then went home and went to sleep. Slept good, too. Long day and very hot. Sunday I did very little. Watched the Bourne Identity, went to lunch with Glenda and Dean, then watched Stardust. What a wonderful movie it is. Not as quotable as The Princess Bride but every bit as good. I enjoyed the hour long making of the movie documentary on the dvd, too. I liked how Neil Gaiman, the author of Stardust, was all apologetic to the craftsmen that spent eight weeks and over a million dollars to create the life sized flying pirate ship. He said he felt guilty because when he wrote it it seemed like a fun way to get them out of a jam, and here it is, and idea that took 30 seconds to come up with, it taking weeks and brazillions of dollars to bring to life.
Happy Mother’s Day!
We had the mom’s over to Glenda and Deans and us kids cooked for them. Mostly that meant that Glenda cooked, but Dean and I did the cookies, and he cut the chicken (beer butt chicken, was awesome), and I took the drink orders. It was good, the salad was nice, the mashed taters were good, the poppy seed cheese bread was damn good. I ugh…accidentally took the leftovers of that home with me. Whoops!
I think the moms liked it. Hope so anyway.
Holy Bejebus!
Got home from iron Man about 1am, got to sleep about 3. Woke up at 6, then again and 7 and 8 and was over at Glenda and Dean’s by 9am to finish up the concrete work.
For those of you that don’t know Saturday was the hottest and most humid day of the year so far. It was insane! In the 90s and humidity was damn near 100%. I think the heat index was like 523 degrees.
First off we, and by that I mean Dad, had to muck out the hole as about six inches of mud had slid down into it. Then had to clean the concrete we poured last weekend, and then we could start to build the forms. That took till 1pm, probably 1.5 hours of mucking, the rest building forms. Then came the fun part, the mixing and placing of the concrete. At one point I stopped sweating, and not from goofing off, so I had to take a break. It was insane. I must’ve gone through four gatorades and five or six bottles of water, and still needed more, ’cause I never did need to piss.
Anyway, got it all done by 5, 5:30. And was home by 6.
As a general, pretty hardfast rule I do not like cold showers. Can’t stand them, even in the heat of summer. Yeah, I know, I’m a pussy, but I just don’t like them. Unless, and this is real rare, unless I’m insanely hot and dehydrated, like just shy of or suffering from a heat stroke. Eight hours of lawn mowing in August, get home and I want a hot shower, cold just sucks. But Saturday, I get home and head to the shower and a hot shower felt like crap. Had to turn on the cold. All the way. That’s when I knew I really had gotten too hot. Oh well. I’m alright today.
Took a long shower, lots of cement dust, and then tried to take a nap, but I was too tired. Finally around 10pm I dug out a JAVA book and that put me to sleep.
After a good night sleep, lots of water, and not doing much today I’m fine, but blech.
The only saving grace is that Dad was hit that hard, too, and he mows 10 yards a week, so he’s more used to the weather. Of course, he’s also 60 something, so ugh, I guess I do need to get back into shape. Blech.
Dad mentioned that he would like the book by Gov. Perry about Boy Scouts, On My Honor: Why the American Values of the Boy Scouts Are Worth Fighting for. I know, weird that he wants a book, but I thought I would make a note of that since his birthday is coming up soon. I got him a flashlight to go on his shotgun and a thingy to mount the flashlight with already.
Christmas Loot:
Cool Confederate Cavalry slouch hat from Glenda & Dean! Yee-Haw!
Bedspread & sheets from Mom & Dad, 200 count!
A sea captain nutcracker from Bonnie & Gary
A Battlestar Galactica calendar from Michele
Some hershey’s mint candies from Ron & Marion
A Half Price Books gift card from Aunt Nancy & Uncle Paul and the girls. (btw, they are having a 20% off sale starting the day after Christmas)
Movie tickets from Aunt Sissy & Uncle Fred
A pair of good carpenter’s jeans from Santa (Mom & Dad) [I’m always ripping my “good” jeans when I help dad around his casa, or burn them while welding, or get some sort of acidic stuff on them that burn, it burns so bad,. anyway, they then become “work/bad” jeans, but then once ripped they rip easier and go bad quickly. Hopefully these will be better for working in]
So far, a pretty good haul.
I ended up getting Glenda a bunch of pirate themed stuff. Some pirate drink coasters, two CDs of pirate songs (one of which has Sting singing pirate songs!), the vocal songbook for The Pirates of Penzance, and a black skirt, size about 8, that has a pirate skull on it in white. Also she got Santastic III: The Revenge of Claus! I think it was received well, but dunno.
Dean got .45 Long Colt cowboy ammo, 100 rounds, some DVDs on gunsmithing various pistols and rifles, and four 12 gauge snap caps, so he can practice reloading his dad’s double barrel shotgun. Instead of coal and switches. Although I almost gave him a bag full of old switches from the office (like on/off switches from old machinery, and maybe an old network switch (like a hub)) just to mess with him. Maybe next year.
Still don’t know what to get Glenda for Christmas. Kinda running out of time to order something online. For sure she’ll get a copy of Santastic III: The Revenge of Claus! (my Christmas themed CD this year) but what else?
Her list:
Black skirt size 8
Sweaters size Medium
Gift certificates for: massage, pedicure, eating out, walmart, cold water creek, home depot, bass hall, movies, starbucks etc…
Printer paper, pens, highlighters, 3 ring binders
Gold, tan, or cream queen size sheets
Case to hold cds – that won’t scratch the disks
Case to hold dvds – that won’t scratch the disks
The 2nd and/or 3rd Pirate movie on DVD
hmmm….maybe I’ll get her a ream of paper! Although, if I get her a Pirate movie, then I could borrow it….hmmm….
