Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows arrived by post yesterday. Parker brought it in the house and I didn't see it until after 3:00 pm. I got in a couple of hours straight, then interrupted reading (Ken told the boys to quit with the GameCube, already, and promptly left me to deal with them - thanks, Honey!) for another hour and half. We went out to dinner (Noodles, one of our favorites), then for an after-dinner walk, then back home. I nestled in with my book and 2 boys leaping off and on my reading sofa in the master bedroom while they watched Pink Panther on tv. Ken joined them and they settled on the bed. Off to bed with the lot of them around 8:30, and it was just me and Harry. I attempted sleep around 12:30 am. Tossed and turned for an hour, and flipped the reading light back on around 1:30 am.
I finally put the book down around 3 am and slept like the dead. Strange dreams. The boys brought me 'bressist in bed'; a lovely, plated breakfast of 2 slices of toast, a knife, jam, napkin and a half cup of water 'So we won't spill it!' at 7:45 am. Parker cut one slice in half after I offered to share my breakfast with them. We ate in bed, heads bent over the tray to try to avoid crumbs in bed. I told them to find Daddy to ask him when he is going to make waffles, and leapt back out of bed to start reading again. They came back up, and to avoid pleas of GameCube (which they played for HOURS yesterday, so no GameCube today), I put on PBS and luckily, Curious George was featured. So, at 8:15, I again became lost in Harry's world. I was on page 726, so didn't have much left to read. I finished the book in half an hour, re-reading quite a bit as I went, tears streaming down my face at some points.
I am so sad that there will be no more Harry Potter books. They have kept me spellbound since 1998, when I read it aloud to my then 9 year old Godson, his 6 year old brother, and my 10 year old niece while on a trip to visit my Godson's family in Chicago.
These 7 books got the whole planet reading again. And that is a very, very good thing.
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Saturday, July 21, 2007
A little slice of heaven.
It was a little slice of heaven.
This place Rainbow Lakes Resort.
Pictures to follow, which are on Ryan's camera and, well, we haven't quite found it yet! I know it's here, just - where?
The resort is above 9,200 feet, and features warm days and very chilly nights. I drove up with Parker, Ryan and my mother. Ken was in Florida, buy a car. A 2006 Audi A4 Cabriolet, in silver. With low miles, one owner, blah blah blah. (It has yet to be shipped so haven't seen it.) He and my father drove up on Saturday. Which left my mom and myself to set up camp, so to speak.
We did quite well, except for a couple of things:
1. We did not complete the equation that if one finds a small furnace in a cabin, there just might be a thermostat which controls said furnace somewhere about. And that it would be turned down below 50 degrees during the day...
2. We took the sign by the commode that read "Our septic system is fragile. Please do not flush any paper." Very. Seriously. As in - NO PAPER. which was fine with us, being diaper-changing women and all, but which threw the boys (and eventually, the grown men) for a Huge Loop. And which we found out from the resort owners was for a #1 case only - definitely not a #2 situation. In the meantime, my mother and I were doing a lot of boy butt-wiping and alot of triple-wrapping of toilet paper, etc. Yes, Ewwwwwwwwww. Thankfully, the men folk were simply NOT going #2 and were much, much relieved when we trotted back with the information "YES! We can flush paper for #2!" There was a stampede for the facilities after this pearl of news!
About the no-heat the first night: It got down below 50 in the cabin. WAY below 50. I put the boys in my bed and tried to sleep on the blow-up bed. Which of course, was the same temp as the air in the room - FREEZING! When we accidently found the thermostat the next morning, life became much better. And we felt duly humbled.
But as to the rest of the vacation? It was perfection. Long days filled with fishing, boating, hiking and snoozing. Tasty, simple meals prepared on a very tiny gas stove. I read 3 books in the 4 days we were there. And the great news is that I've continued reading since we've arrived home.
We just happened to drive into Buena Vista at 10 one morning, and there was a rodeo parade! Complete with tiny-car tooting and zooming monkey-hatted Shriners! (What happened to the Harleys on which they used to scoot?) And lots of kids on their groomed-to-the-nines ponies and horses, or tugging goats/alpacas/sheep/calves on ropes. So sweet. And crowds of really old folk clapping each other on the back, obviously friends for all their lives. Then a trip to a bakery that served up high quality baked goods - not easy over 8000 feet altitude. We purchased a few yummy treats to make mornings at the cabin special for the next few days.
There was lots of exploring, walking sticks to locate and customize on each hike, wildlife to discover (Deer! Elk! Beaver! Fish!) (Thank God no Bear or Cougar!) and at night - a bonfire to experience. We let the boys put sticks in the fire and then 'write' with the fiery end. They played around that bonfire for 3 hours and finally fell asleep on long log seats around the fire. We met people who had been coming to the lake for 45 years; people who had spent their honeymoon at the lake and conceived children at the lake; people who were first-timers like us and who also vowed to return annually.
And we will be returning annually. At least! We have reservations for next July and are considering making a long week-end reservation for September of this year when the aspens are changing.
We took some photos and lots of video. I will get around to editing this post with photos or posting anew with the photos
This place Rainbow Lakes Resort.
Pictures to follow, which are on Ryan's camera and, well, we haven't quite found it yet! I know it's here, just - where?
The resort is above 9,200 feet, and features warm days and very chilly nights. I drove up with Parker, Ryan and my mother. Ken was in Florida, buy a car. A 2006 Audi A4 Cabriolet, in silver. With low miles, one owner, blah blah blah. (It has yet to be shipped so haven't seen it.) He and my father drove up on Saturday. Which left my mom and myself to set up camp, so to speak.
We did quite well, except for a couple of things:
1. We did not complete the equation that if one finds a small furnace in a cabin, there just might be a thermostat which controls said furnace somewhere about. And that it would be turned down below 50 degrees during the day...
2. We took the sign by the commode that read "Our septic system is fragile. Please do not flush any paper." Very. Seriously. As in - NO PAPER. which was fine with us, being diaper-changing women and all, but which threw the boys (and eventually, the grown men) for a Huge Loop. And which we found out from the resort owners was for a #1 case only - definitely not a #2 situation. In the meantime, my mother and I were doing a lot of boy butt-wiping and alot of triple-wrapping of toilet paper, etc. Yes, Ewwwwwwwwww. Thankfully, the men folk were simply NOT going #2 and were much, much relieved when we trotted back with the information "YES! We can flush paper for #2!" There was a stampede for the facilities after this pearl of news!
About the no-heat the first night: It got down below 50 in the cabin. WAY below 50. I put the boys in my bed and tried to sleep on the blow-up bed. Which of course, was the same temp as the air in the room - FREEZING! When we accidently found the thermostat the next morning, life became much better. And we felt duly humbled.
But as to the rest of the vacation? It was perfection. Long days filled with fishing, boating, hiking and snoozing. Tasty, simple meals prepared on a very tiny gas stove. I read 3 books in the 4 days we were there. And the great news is that I've continued reading since we've arrived home.
We just happened to drive into Buena Vista at 10 one morning, and there was a rodeo parade! Complete with tiny-car tooting and zooming monkey-hatted Shriners! (What happened to the Harleys on which they used to scoot?) And lots of kids on their groomed-to-the-nines ponies and horses, or tugging goats/alpacas/sheep/calves on ropes. So sweet. And crowds of really old folk clapping each other on the back, obviously friends for all their lives. Then a trip to a bakery that served up high quality baked goods - not easy over 8000 feet altitude. We purchased a few yummy treats to make mornings at the cabin special for the next few days.
There was lots of exploring, walking sticks to locate and customize on each hike, wildlife to discover (Deer! Elk! Beaver! Fish!) (Thank God no Bear or Cougar!) and at night - a bonfire to experience. We let the boys put sticks in the fire and then 'write' with the fiery end. They played around that bonfire for 3 hours and finally fell asleep on long log seats around the fire. We met people who had been coming to the lake for 45 years; people who had spent their honeymoon at the lake and conceived children at the lake; people who were first-timers like us and who also vowed to return annually.
And we will be returning annually. At least! We have reservations for next July and are considering making a long week-end reservation for September of this year when the aspens are changing.
We took some photos and lots of video. I will get around to editing this post with photos or posting anew with the photos
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Reading, not writing
We were on vacation for 4 days and I read 3 books. Since we've been home I've read 2. I Hate My Neck and The Wal-Mart Effect One made me laugh, one made me mad. Both made me think. Which is a Good Thing.
The Vacation Report will have to wait. Because?
I
Am
Reading
And yes, doing laundry.
The Vacation Report will have to wait. Because?
I
Am
Reading
And yes, doing laundry.
Thursday, July 12, 2007
We're OFF like dirty shirts!
To a place I am hoping is a bit like summers of my youth:
Rainbow Lake Resort
I got a checkup and new paws on the minivan, and I've packed the sunscreen, skeeter repellant and star-gazing binoculars. We have light jackets, rain jackets and heavy jackets. Toys and books. I'm bringing a sewing craft, too. (hope springs eternal).
See you in a while!
Rainbow Lake Resort
I got a checkup and new paws on the minivan, and I've packed the sunscreen, skeeter repellant and star-gazing binoculars. We have light jackets, rain jackets and heavy jackets. Toys and books. I'm bringing a sewing craft, too. (hope springs eternal).
See you in a while!
Monday, July 09, 2007
Phone conversation today:
Me: Wait a minute; I have to move to get better reception (while spinning around in Williams Sonoma, trying to hear better).
Her: Blah blah can't-hear-her-blah...
Me: Crap! My phone doesn't have any reception! Can you hear me? I can't hear you!
Her: blah blah *bling - crystal clear* Oh! I can hear you now. What happened?
Me: This phone is So Old. I mean it's the phone on Year 1 of Alias for gosh sake!
Her: Alias?
Me: Never mind - it was a spy tv show. Off the air now. Never saw how it ended the final year.
Her: Well, if you need a new phone, you should get one while Anne-Marie is there.
Me: What's that weird noise in the background? Sounds like an ad for a cell phone or something.
Her: Oh, that's the new cell phone! I hope nobody is texting me! I can't figure out how to retrieve text messages, and there they sit.
Me: Wait a minute; isn't that your family ring tone? Isn't that what they say on that ad...
Her: Oh, Yes! It's (her daughter)! I better get this...
Me: OK call me back...
Her: No, I'll tell her I'll call her back.
Me: SHIT! My phone just went dead!
*whacking the stuffing out of it on an upholstered chair in the mall*
Me: Are you there?
Her: What was that thumping noise?
Me: Beating my phone to make it work. Sometimes it just goes dead! But I don't want to get a new phone! We never learned how to use these phones and I found a text message from a couple of years ago on thing last week!
Her: Oh, I know what you mean! This new phone can do everything but stir the soup. And I only know how to turn the thing off and on and to answer calls. Last time I learned how to use the phone, (her husband) traded all our phones in and got new ones. Completely different. So I never learn how to run them anymore. I think you can take videos on this one, too.
Me: Hey, there's that ringing again. I swear, it's your family ring tone, or something.
Her: Oh, yes! It's (her husband). I'll let that one go to voice mail - oh I can't! I don't know how to retrieve messages yet! I'll be right back.
Me: SHIT! My phone went dead again! *Mercilessly whacking it on the upholstery, again*
Her: Are you there? Hello? Are you beating that phone again?! I'm telling you, you better get a new phone while you've got that 20 year old in the house. She can show you how to run it.
Me: Just what I need - to be able to text, take photos and drive all at the same time!
Her: Is that the same phone you were complaining about being so slippery you were constantly dropping it?
Me: YES!
Her: Do you mean you've had the same cell phone for 7 years?
Me: Yes.
Her: How do you get away with that?
Me: I know what you mean! It's great to have the same old phone. No learning curve. SHIT! It's dead, AGAIN! Oh, no, don't know what happened - Are you there?
Her: I should let you go.
Me: Yes, I have to get Anne-Marie something for her birthday. Hey, why did you call?
Her: Geesh, I can't remember.
Me: You know, maybe I'll stop by that phone kiosk around the corner...
Her: OH! I remember what it was! We have a new home phone number since (her husband) got the new phones. It's xxx-xxx-xxxx
Me: You called me right? I can just save it on my cell phone.
Her: Hey, that's right! I have to learn how to do that again. Oh, probably not! This phone is completely different from the old one.
Me: Can you believe we just spent (looking at phone) 22 minutes talking about our cell phones. Not how your trip to China was, or how my kids are. No. Our Stupid Cell Phones.
Her: I'll call you at home later. Then we can talk.
Me: SHIT MY PHONE IS DEAD. AGAIN. *drops slippery phone and it busts into 7 pieces this time*
And - I lost her new number as I can't put the phone back together. I guess I really will have to buy a new cell phone.
Her: Blah blah can't-hear-her-blah...
Me: Crap! My phone doesn't have any reception! Can you hear me? I can't hear you!
Her: blah blah *bling - crystal clear* Oh! I can hear you now. What happened?
Me: This phone is So Old. I mean it's the phone on Year 1 of Alias for gosh sake!
Her: Alias?
Me: Never mind - it was a spy tv show. Off the air now. Never saw how it ended the final year.
Her: Well, if you need a new phone, you should get one while Anne-Marie is there.
Me: What's that weird noise in the background? Sounds like an ad for a cell phone or something.
Her: Oh, that's the new cell phone! I hope nobody is texting me! I can't figure out how to retrieve text messages, and there they sit.
Me: Wait a minute; isn't that your family ring tone? Isn't that what they say on that ad...
Her: Oh, Yes! It's (her daughter)! I better get this...
Me: OK call me back...
Her: No, I'll tell her I'll call her back.
Me: SHIT! My phone just went dead!
*whacking the stuffing out of it on an upholstered chair in the mall*
Me: Are you there?
Her: What was that thumping noise?
Me: Beating my phone to make it work. Sometimes it just goes dead! But I don't want to get a new phone! We never learned how to use these phones and I found a text message from a couple of years ago on thing last week!
Her: Oh, I know what you mean! This new phone can do everything but stir the soup. And I only know how to turn the thing off and on and to answer calls. Last time I learned how to use the phone, (her husband) traded all our phones in and got new ones. Completely different. So I never learn how to run them anymore. I think you can take videos on this one, too.
Me: Hey, there's that ringing again. I swear, it's your family ring tone, or something.
Her: Oh, yes! It's (her husband). I'll let that one go to voice mail - oh I can't! I don't know how to retrieve messages yet! I'll be right back.
Me: SHIT! My phone went dead again! *Mercilessly whacking it on the upholstery, again*
Her: Are you there? Hello? Are you beating that phone again?! I'm telling you, you better get a new phone while you've got that 20 year old in the house. She can show you how to run it.
Me: Just what I need - to be able to text, take photos and drive all at the same time!
Her: Is that the same phone you were complaining about being so slippery you were constantly dropping it?
Me: YES!
Her: Do you mean you've had the same cell phone for 7 years?
Me: Yes.
Her: How do you get away with that?
Me: I know what you mean! It's great to have the same old phone. No learning curve. SHIT! It's dead, AGAIN! Oh, no, don't know what happened - Are you there?
Her: I should let you go.
Me: Yes, I have to get Anne-Marie something for her birthday. Hey, why did you call?
Her: Geesh, I can't remember.
Me: You know, maybe I'll stop by that phone kiosk around the corner...
Her: OH! I remember what it was! We have a new home phone number since (her husband) got the new phones. It's xxx-xxx-xxxx
Me: You called me right? I can just save it on my cell phone.
Her: Hey, that's right! I have to learn how to do that again. Oh, probably not! This phone is completely different from the old one.
Me: Can you believe we just spent (looking at phone) 22 minutes talking about our cell phones. Not how your trip to China was, or how my kids are. No. Our Stupid Cell Phones.
Her: I'll call you at home later. Then we can talk.
Me: SHIT MY PHONE IS DEAD. AGAIN. *drops slippery phone and it busts into 7 pieces this time*
And - I lost her new number as I can't put the phone back together. I guess I really will have to buy a new cell phone.
I met Lemony Sarah!
Yes! The Lovely Sarah O, formerly of Chicago, now of Superior.
And she IS lovely.
And had her hair coiffed, some makeup on and was wearing a chic outfit.
I, on the other hand, had bathed. Other than that, I was wearing old play-with-kids clothing. Oh, and earrings.
She nibbled on her lunch. I wolfed down not only my share, but hers as well!
We discussed a surprising array of subjects. We haven't solved World Hunger or even figured out where they should do their banking. But given a few more meetings, and we just might.
And she IS lovely.
And had her hair coiffed, some makeup on and was wearing a chic outfit.
I, on the other hand, had bathed. Other than that, I was wearing old play-with-kids clothing. Oh, and earrings.
She nibbled on her lunch. I wolfed down not only my share, but hers as well!
We discussed a surprising array of subjects. We haven't solved World Hunger or even figured out where they should do their banking. But given a few more meetings, and we just might.
Thursday, July 05, 2007
We Have Succombed:
I cannot believe it.
Ken and I have decided to purchase a Gamecube or some other such thing for Parker for his birthday.
Plus a couple of games.
Someone said "Forget the Gamecube! Get them Wii!"
I think NOT.
The first time I tried that Wii thing, I ended up nearly destroying someone's brand-spanking new plasma TV! The remote flew, FLEW, I tell you, out of my grasp and skidded across their TV screen. And the worst thing? I didn't get another turn! YES! The punishment, no matter whom, for such an indiscretion was not getting to play for the rest of the day.
So we are thinking Gamecube.
I have no idea about such things.
Do you have to buy extra memory for the thing?
Can I trust the salespeople at Best Buy or some other Biggish Box not to 'see me coming' and load me up like the true rube that I am?
Any and all advice greatly appreciated. The Big Day is the 10th. So only a few days to decide What To Do.
Thanks.
Ken and I have decided to purchase a Gamecube or some other such thing for Parker for his birthday.
Plus a couple of games.
Someone said "Forget the Gamecube! Get them Wii!"
I think NOT.
The first time I tried that Wii thing, I ended up nearly destroying someone's brand-spanking new plasma TV! The remote flew, FLEW, I tell you, out of my grasp and skidded across their TV screen. And the worst thing? I didn't get another turn! YES! The punishment, no matter whom, for such an indiscretion was not getting to play for the rest of the day.
So we are thinking Gamecube.
I have no idea about such things.
Do you have to buy extra memory for the thing?
Can I trust the salespeople at Best Buy or some other Biggish Box not to 'see me coming' and load me up like the true rube that I am?
Any and all advice greatly appreciated. The Big Day is the 10th. So only a few days to decide What To Do.
Thanks.
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Amy Winehouse. *sigh*
Does anybody else want to just grab this girl, snatch that godawful rat's nest off the top of her head, scrub her face with a washcloth and then:
TAKE HER TO A DENTIST? And then maybe a soup kitchen?!
TAKE HER TO A DENTIST? And then maybe a soup kitchen?!
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
ANAGRAM your name - aw, come on!
My full name (well, excluding all those names I was bestowed by the Catholic Faith for promising to be Jesus' ForEvah) anagrams out to:
'I'm fair, rare maverick menace.'
Which, well, Duh - if you know me at all.
Were I to use my husband's surname, you ask?
"Feminine, Verbal Crack."
Try it!
http://www.anagramgenius.com/server.html
'I'm fair, rare maverick menace.'
Which, well, Duh - if you know me at all.
Were I to use my husband's surname, you ask?
"Feminine, Verbal Crack."
Try it!
http://www.anagramgenius.com/server.html
Saturday, June 02, 2007
Teacher Goody Bags:
Eight of these were assembled for Ryan's teachers and therapists:
Joke found them remaindered at Pottery Barn, and then put me in touch with a store that had what I needed. They were a HUGE HIT! I loaded the containers with travel sized Bath & Body Works stuff, plus some Aveda hand lotion and shower gel. I cello wrapped them, and then stuck chopsticks in the ribbon. The chopsticks have sentiments printed on them.
Six of these were assembled for Parker's teachers:
The bags hold about the same things as Ryan's, and a Starbucks coffee card - Parker's teachers are all coffee fiends.
The only picture that turned out from Parker's Kindergarten circus presentation:
A photo of Ryan, seated in the Peanut Gallery, towering over his peer group. Ah, but he's a Gentle Giant...
Joke found them remaindered at Pottery Barn, and then put me in touch with a store that had what I needed. They were a HUGE HIT! I loaded the containers with travel sized Bath & Body Works stuff, plus some Aveda hand lotion and shower gel. I cello wrapped them, and then stuck chopsticks in the ribbon. The chopsticks have sentiments printed on them.
Six of these were assembled for Parker's teachers:
The bags hold about the same things as Ryan's, and a Starbucks coffee card - Parker's teachers are all coffee fiends.
The only picture that turned out from Parker's Kindergarten circus presentation:
A photo of Ryan, seated in the Peanut Gallery, towering over his peer group. Ah, but he's a Gentle Giant...
Friday, June 01, 2007
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
The weirdest thought I've had in A Long Time:
I was walking out of Target, with a cart full of clunky stuff - not loud, just a bit rythmically clunky. And what did I say to myself, out of the blue?
"This clunking sounds like I have Ben Wa balls in my pocket!"
BEN WA BALLS?
IN MY POCKET?
Do I own a set? NO!
Have a ever carried a pair around, in my pocket or otherwise?
NO.
I am losing my fucking mind.
I really can't wait for school to be over.
"This clunking sounds like I have Ben Wa balls in my pocket!"
BEN WA BALLS?
IN MY POCKET?
Do I own a set? NO!
Have a ever carried a pair around, in my pocket or otherwise?
NO.
I am losing my fucking mind.
I really can't wait for school to be over.
Monday, May 28, 2007
Memorial Day 2007 - A Day to Remember
Riding Tony the Pony and The Trike
Making a caterpillar cake
Three Cousins, a/k/a The 3 Stooges
Two Real Smiles
Two cheesy smiles
Saturday, May 26, 2007
Monday, May 21, 2007
I don't know about you, but
I cannot wait for SummerTime to get here.
I am completely weary of our school routine. The morning playdates. The dash to get Ryan on the bus, fed, dressed and shod. Not always easy. The hour-later trek to get Parker through the kindergarten door with the Proper Paperwork - who knew there'd be So Much Paper for a kindergarten fellow?
But the real reason I'm fairly drooling in anticipation for summer?
ALL
Day
Summer
Camp!
YES! More than 1.5 hours all to myself!
Last summer I had lofty plans. My Gonna-Do list was astonishing in its proportions.
This year? I know better. All-day summer camp is only 18 days in 2007. And I am thinking I may just lay around and read.
Oh yeah; and there's Korean Culture Camp in June.
And Lake Buena Vista in July.
And trips to see family and friends in different States. Traveling with bigger kids is so much easier than the diaper bag/stroller days of not so long ago.
Ryan will still have 4 therapies a week. That won't change. But I am so looking forward to hanging out at the lake and pools; visiting the new Sonic drive-in that looks like it will open soon and firing up the barbeque almost every day.
We are about ready to begin construction, too. More on that, later.
And photos later, too.
I am completely weary of our school routine. The morning playdates. The dash to get Ryan on the bus, fed, dressed and shod. Not always easy. The hour-later trek to get Parker through the kindergarten door with the Proper Paperwork - who knew there'd be So Much Paper for a kindergarten fellow?
But the real reason I'm fairly drooling in anticipation for summer?
ALL
Day
Summer
Camp!
YES! More than 1.5 hours all to myself!
Last summer I had lofty plans. My Gonna-Do list was astonishing in its proportions.
This year? I know better. All-day summer camp is only 18 days in 2007. And I am thinking I may just lay around and read.
Oh yeah; and there's Korean Culture Camp in June.
And Lake Buena Vista in July.
And trips to see family and friends in different States. Traveling with bigger kids is so much easier than the diaper bag/stroller days of not so long ago.
Ryan will still have 4 therapies a week. That won't change. But I am so looking forward to hanging out at the lake and pools; visiting the new Sonic drive-in that looks like it will open soon and firing up the barbeque almost every day.
We are about ready to begin construction, too. More on that, later.
And photos later, too.
Saturday, May 19, 2007
Unsolicited Advice for Graduates
Not that anybody's asking, but here's my 2007 Advice for Graduates:
1. Floss. Every day.
2. Go to Grad School. If not this year, then next year. Once you get on the Hamster Wheel that is work, it's very difficult to dismount.
3. Travel every chance you get.
4. Practice safe sex. If you are with someone who refuses to wear condoms, RUN AWAY. They are not just saying that to you because You're Special. Trust me; they say that to everyone.
5. Don't forget your pillow when you're packing for college.
If you have to pick only one from the group above, go with 4.
1. Floss. Every day.
2. Go to Grad School. If not this year, then next year. Once you get on the Hamster Wheel that is work, it's very difficult to dismount.
3. Travel every chance you get.
4. Practice safe sex. If you are with someone who refuses to wear condoms, RUN AWAY. They are not just saying that to you because You're Special. Trust me; they say that to everyone.
5. Don't forget your pillow when you're packing for college.
If you have to pick only one from the group above, go with 4.
tag'd, bag'd and ungag'd
Sueeeus and Joke tagged me. And I was ready to come out of bloggy hibernation, anyway.
So...
1. What do you hope to accomplish with your blog?
Not much, obviously. It's a private blog.
2. Are you a spiritual person?
I'm not religious. At All. I am spiritual.
3. If you were stranded on a deserted island, what three things would you want to have with you?
A shitload of potable water, a ton of seeds and a machete.
4. What’s your favorite childhood memory?
A magical summer at our Minnesota lake house in 1967.
5. Are these your first (tagging) memes?
No.
Here are the rules according to whomever likes to make up rules: • Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about him/herself. • People who are tagged need to write in their own blog about their eight things and post these rules. • At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names. • Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.
1. I totally don't understand why people get off on porn. Maybe I haven't seen the right stuff?
2. I dropped out of high school and went on to earn six figures by the time I was 38. I also have been so broke at other times, I lived on ramen noodles and developed a love for dandelion greens until my garden came in.
3. I have never hitch-hiked, even when I was car-less for 3 years.
4. I once dated 3 men at the same time. Two of them accidently met at my house while waiting for me to get home (from a trip with the 3rd fellow) and they became life partners (years later, but still...!) I was essentially dumped by all 3 within the same 48 hours.
5. I know if you want something badly enough, and put some energy into positive thought about it, you will get it.
6. The only foods I hate are organ meats and rutabegas. Fry it or cover it with chocolate, and I'll eat it.
7. I only taste on the exhale. Inhale and taste? Not happening for me.
8. I have not had a drink since 1990. I will take a congratulatory sip of champagne at family weddings, but that's it.
I tag anyone who eventually reads this. Please let me know if you decide to participate. Thanks!
So...
1. What do you hope to accomplish with your blog?
Not much, obviously. It's a private blog.
2. Are you a spiritual person?
I'm not religious. At All. I am spiritual.
3. If you were stranded on a deserted island, what three things would you want to have with you?
A shitload of potable water, a ton of seeds and a machete.
4. What’s your favorite childhood memory?
A magical summer at our Minnesota lake house in 1967.
5. Are these your first (tagging) memes?
No.
Here are the rules according to whomever likes to make up rules: • Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about him/herself. • People who are tagged need to write in their own blog about their eight things and post these rules. • At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names. • Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.
1. I totally don't understand why people get off on porn. Maybe I haven't seen the right stuff?
2. I dropped out of high school and went on to earn six figures by the time I was 38. I also have been so broke at other times, I lived on ramen noodles and developed a love for dandelion greens until my garden came in.
3. I have never hitch-hiked, even when I was car-less for 3 years.
4. I once dated 3 men at the same time. Two of them accidently met at my house while waiting for me to get home (from a trip with the 3rd fellow) and they became life partners (years later, but still...!) I was essentially dumped by all 3 within the same 48 hours.
5. I know if you want something badly enough, and put some energy into positive thought about it, you will get it.
6. The only foods I hate are organ meats and rutabegas. Fry it or cover it with chocolate, and I'll eat it.
7. I only taste on the exhale. Inhale and taste? Not happening for me.
8. I have not had a drink since 1990. I will take a congratulatory sip of champagne at family weddings, but that's it.
I tag anyone who eventually reads this. Please let me know if you decide to participate. Thanks!
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Sterling Sayings from Small Fry:
1. "Don't put that spitty finger on me! I'm 6 and 1/2 for gosh sake!"
2. "I have to do EVERYTHING around here!"
3. "How about DEAD APPLES?!" (instead of 'dem apples' which I had said to him about a half hour earlier). Glad I corrected that one. Parker is always sharing my jargon with his mates, I'm sure to their parents' chagrin.
4. "GEEEEEEESUS!" when I braked extremely hard to avoid a schmuck who whipped in front of us. I guess I'm yelping 'JAYSUS!' a bit too much when I drive.
5. "Mommy, what's Douchebag?!" After a similar incident, not too long ago.
6. "Mom, this is really Icky. Does Ryan have to eat it?" I felt like saying "No, but YOU DO."
7. "We are only little fellows, you know. You are being grouchy and we just CAN'T HELP IT, OKAY?!"
8. "The water just JUMPED OUT of the bathtub!"
There are a million more. These are the keepers of the month.
2. "I have to do EVERYTHING around here!"
3. "How about DEAD APPLES?!" (instead of 'dem apples' which I had said to him about a half hour earlier). Glad I corrected that one. Parker is always sharing my jargon with his mates, I'm sure to their parents' chagrin.
4. "GEEEEEEESUS!" when I braked extremely hard to avoid a schmuck who whipped in front of us. I guess I'm yelping 'JAYSUS!' a bit too much when I drive.
5. "Mommy, what's Douchebag?!" After a similar incident, not too long ago.
6. "Mom, this is really Icky. Does Ryan have to eat it?" I felt like saying "No, but YOU DO."
7. "We are only little fellows, you know. You are being grouchy and we just CAN'T HELP IT, OKAY?!"
8. "The water just JUMPED OUT of the bathtub!"
There are a million more. These are the keepers of the month.
Friday, April 13, 2007
Monday, March 19, 2007
No more bloggy goodness
The breaks I've taken from blogging are becoming more of a permanent thing. We have an outdoor room and landscaping to plan and build, vegetable gardens to plant, and I've got to get my carcass into a serious work-out routine.
So, patchy blogging ahead. I'll still read your sites, comment when I can.
Goodbye for now.
So, patchy blogging ahead. I'll still read your sites, comment when I can.
Goodbye for now.
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