Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Wonderings

Checking out some hot dog buns from the family reunion camping trip, wondering if they have deer lick on them. We caught a deer sneaking food from our tent. Loser! Go eat some leaves like everyone else!  I tossed 'em, I wasn't taking any chances. 

 Melanie says, "Ewww, deer cooties! I wonder if they carry any diseases that are communicable with humans?" And then we were off. Check it out. 


I am soooooo ready to have these children start school. Why is it they can find a myriad of things to do in the great outdoors where they have NOTHING, then come home to a houseful of things to do and spend the day saying "I'm bored"?

One thing I don't have to wonder about: DQ makes everything allllll better.
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Monday, August 22, 2011

Family Reunion: The Day After

What a fun family reunion! Loved seeing Grannie and Grandpa, sibs, nieces and nephews. Back to real life today, including finding the floor underneath the dirty clothes and sleeping bags and ice chest and camping gear and.....
Being dragged behind a boat. I probably deserve it

Today I am grateful that I married the right guy. Only Deity could handle my bad moods as well as he does. (Sorry Hubby.) 

 In other family-related news, I wish that saying "Just do it and quit throwing a stinkin' fit" worked more often than it does. 
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Sunday, August 21, 2011

Coming Home...How Sweet It Is

It was a great vacation with the family, but getting back home is always the wonderful-est.

On the way home, we tortured the kids with the Carpenters and Chicago power ballads... good stuff. I'm not sure I've ever mentioned this, but on our first date, Hubby finding my Carpenters cassette and telling me he "loved the Carpenters" was a pivotal point in our relationship. I was impressed that he was secure enough in his masculinity to admit it. And not lying about liking them just so, you know, whatever.  
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Friday, June 10, 2011

Who indeed.

I'm watching the chimp attack lady story on the Today show... did Ann Curry just call the lady's doctor "Dr. Tomahawk"?

AND WHO OWNS A CHIMP!!!???!! (besides Michael Jackson and Tarzan)

I don't understand people who need to own exotic pets. We've had hamsters and gerbils, and Jeremy's sweet pet rat, Hairy Ann, but that's as exotic as we get. I think a good question to ask before adopting a pet is "Can this thing kill or disfigure me beyond recognition?" But that's just me.

Maybe it's a pride thing. "That attack only happened because she was teasing the chimp. With ME, it would be well-behaved."

 Later: I just used a seam ripper to dig out a sliver. (What a good girl am I.) It started as a tiny rose thorn, but the tweezers made it a sliver. It popped right out - no blood. I couldn't find my needles, and a needle would have made a bigger hole.

Maybe my name should be Dr. Tomahawk.
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Thursday, June 9, 2011

A Sad Discovery.

Look at it. (sniffle) It's dying.
I remember the first time I saw these... I fell in love instantly. They're too big (I didn't care that the store didn't have my size) and the rip was bound to happen, but I'm still sad. RIP cute Birkies.

 I guess I could have them fixed but it'll probably just happen again. And they won't be cute. 

 Later: Just thinking about this family I used to babysit for. They had a child named either Bridget or Richard, the mom told me his/her name once and I didn't hear it clearly, and I could never figure it out afterward and was too embarrassed to ask....

I never did change a diaper; I think s/he was around 3 or 4 and was already potty trained. S/he had a cute little kid face and a short-ish boy haircut. I could have looked at the kid's clothes in their dresser, I guess.

Right now I'm leaning toward Bridget.

 I think it's time for bed.
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Friday, June 3, 2011

H's Trombone

C is giving it a try
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