Kids
Sassafras playing Guitar Hero (w/ a bad drawl, seriously, this kid can NOT do a Southern accent to save her life. Yes, she was born in GA and spent her 1st 6 yrs. there): "Heck yay-yeah! Ahm playin' Ted Nugget!"
She meant Ted Nugent
Bud (age 6), encouraging the Hamster (age 4): "C'mon buddy, I'm right here with you. I'm right beside you. I'll take care of any monsters that try to hurt you."
This is actually quite out of character for Bud. Usually he's the monster.
Pickles: "What is grog, exactly? And why would Santa bring me grog flavored mints?"
the Hamster, NOT playing Guitar Hero: "I rock Sass. I always rock when I don't play. And I'm a way-wolf."
random? yes.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Monday, December 28, 2009
Pancake and Syrup are still alive. What?
I got another mouse to see if our snake Medusa preferred females over males. WHAT?
Why are you laughing? Some snakes can "smell" the difference.
So now we have 2 mice and a ball python. In the same tank.
I put them on craigslist. 2 free mice. I'd link to it, but you know, I don't want you to know where I live unless you already do. You understand. And don't think I'll send you my address with the promise that you'll come get them. Or that you'll send me a New Years card. Or that I might like some flowers. OK, I might send you my address for flowers.
Anyhoo, someone did respond and ask if I would deliver them 20 minutes away since they didn't know this side of the river that well. I
So the feeder mice saga continues. And that's what passes for up-to-the-minute news at our house during a Christmas time blizzard trapped with 4 sugared up kids and a husband with cabin fever. Oh, did I mention that we are also watching a friend's boxer for a week? I didn't? That's because I'm trying to stay sane and telling everyone that this is the 4th dog-sitting gig I've done since Dec. 19th would make me sound less than sane.
Like this blog post may possibly be doing.
Carry on...
I got another mouse to see if our snake Medusa preferred females over males. WHAT?
Why are you laughing? Some snakes can "smell" the difference.
So now we have 2 mice and a ball python. In the same tank.
I put them on craigslist. 2 free mice. I'd link to it, but you know, I don't want you to know where I live unless you already do. You understand. And don't think I'll send you my address with the promise that you'll come get them. Or that you'll send me a New Years card. Or that I might like some flowers. OK, I might send you my address for flowers.
Anyhoo, someone did respond and ask if I would deliver them 20 minutes away since they didn't know this side of the river that well. I
So the feeder mice saga continues. And that's what passes for up-to-the-minute news at our house during a Christmas time blizzard trapped with 4 sugared up kids and a husband with cabin fever. Oh, did I mention that we are also watching a friend's boxer for a week? I didn't? That's because I'm trying to stay sane and telling everyone that this is the 4th dog-sitting gig I've done since Dec. 19th would make me sound less than sane.
Like this blog post may possibly be doing.
Carry on...
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Random...
the Hamster uses the excuse that his bum hurts whenever he doesn't want to do something.
Go clean your room Hamster. "I can't, my bottom hurts."
Go play outside Hamster. "My buns are tired, I don't want to."
Come eat Hamster. "I had a cookie. I don't like what we're having. That looks yucky. And my butt hurts."
You get the idea.
I'm not sure where this came from, and I'm sure a psychologist could write a killer piece for a journal about it, but there it is. I don't think it would work for me though.
I can't pay the electric bill because I have sore buns.
Yep, it's much cuter coming from a 4 year-old.
the Hamster uses the excuse that his bum hurts whenever he doesn't want to do something.
Go clean your room Hamster. "I can't, my bottom hurts."
Go play outside Hamster. "My buns are tired, I don't want to."
Come eat Hamster. "I had a cookie. I don't like what we're having. That looks yucky. And my butt hurts."
You get the idea.
I'm not sure where this came from, and I'm sure a psychologist could write a killer piece for a journal about it, but there it is. I don't think it would work for me though.
I can't pay the electric bill because I have sore buns.
Yep, it's much cuter coming from a 4 year-old.
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Warning to my mom - don't read this at work
I was watching the Nutcracker at the Fox in ATL one year ago today. I was having a fabulous time with my daughter, my sisters, and my mom. We had seats front and center. The Russian stacking dolls were amazing, and the little girls playing the dolls were adorable. The rats did a funkadelic dance and had a bigger part than in previous years. I love how they change the choreography each year while remaining true to the story. Did you know that the Nutcracker has been performed every Christmas season for over 100 years?
It was a night memories are made and it was magical. At intermission, my mom got a phone call from my aunt. My grandfather, who had been doing poorly for several months, had passed away. The rest of the performance was difficult to sit through. He was in Florida and there was nothing we could do but sit and finish. I don't remember much. I was busy holding my sister's hand and trying not to cry at one of the best venues in Atlanta watching a classic ballet.
My grandfather, Harold, a.k.a. the Silverback, Hank, GrandDad, or Geraldo, lived an incredible life. I won't try to cover the whole of it here, but suffice it to say, he definitely made his mark on the world. He was involved in the beginning of the Arby's corporation, he founded a festival in one town he lived in, he raised 5 kids, was a mentor to 10 grandchildren, and 12 great-grandchildren. GrandDad had 2 loves: my grandmother and my GrandNorma. He had an exquisite sense of humor. With superb timing, a photographic memory, and a wit that I dare say was unmatched, he could turn a phrase in an instant and leave us rolling on the floor.
GrandDad, we love you and miss you terribly. And I would give anything to be able to get you the daily paper, and to make you a cup of some of that world-famous ice tea.
I was watching the Nutcracker at the Fox in ATL one year ago today. I was having a fabulous time with my daughter, my sisters, and my mom. We had seats front and center. The Russian stacking dolls were amazing, and the little girls playing the dolls were adorable. The rats did a funkadelic dance and had a bigger part than in previous years. I love how they change the choreography each year while remaining true to the story. Did you know that the Nutcracker has been performed every Christmas season for over 100 years?
It was a night memories are made and it was magical. At intermission, my mom got a phone call from my aunt. My grandfather, who had been doing poorly for several months, had passed away. The rest of the performance was difficult to sit through. He was in Florida and there was nothing we could do but sit and finish. I don't remember much. I was busy holding my sister's hand and trying not to cry at one of the best venues in Atlanta watching a classic ballet.
My grandfather, Harold, a.k.a. the Silverback, Hank, GrandDad, or Geraldo, lived an incredible life. I won't try to cover the whole of it here, but suffice it to say, he definitely made his mark on the world. He was involved in the beginning of the Arby's corporation, he founded a festival in one town he lived in, he raised 5 kids, was a mentor to 10 grandchildren, and 12 great-grandchildren. GrandDad had 2 loves: my grandmother and my GrandNorma. He had an exquisite sense of humor. With superb timing, a photographic memory, and a wit that I dare say was unmatched, he could turn a phrase in an instant and leave us rolling on the floor.
GrandDad, we love you and miss you terribly. And I would give anything to be able to get you the daily paper, and to make you a cup of some of that world-famous ice tea.
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Merry Christmas to all!
Things I still need to do:
open family presents tonight (it's a tradition)
make cinnamon candy
make toffee
finish (after)Christmas cards
wrap presents
clean my house!
finish new quilts for the kids
write a long, sincere letter to a very special lady
study, study, study...
Things I've done (even though it feels like I've got NOTHING done):
Fallen on the ice - TWICE (another post for another day)
Christmas shopping
unpacked and organized the attic
worked on 3 paintings
made fudge
an important presentation
spent an amazing weekend with my sister, as well as one of my favorite people, E
read lots of books and made lots of cookies with my kids
pondered my testimony and realized that while it always can use more work, that it is strong and that I know my Heavenly Father loves me
What are things you've done or need to do?
Things I still need to do:
open family presents tonight (it's a tradition)
make cinnamon candy
make toffee
finish (after)Christmas cards
wrap presents
clean my house!
finish new quilts for the kids
write a long, sincere letter to a very special lady
study, study, study...
Things I've done (even though it feels like I've got NOTHING done):
Fallen on the ice - TWICE (another post for another day)
Christmas shopping
unpacked and organized the attic
worked on 3 paintings
made fudge
an important presentation
spent an amazing weekend with my sister, as well as one of my favorite people, E
read lots of books and made lots of cookies with my kids
pondered my testimony and realized that while it always can use more work, that it is strong and that I know my Heavenly Father loves me
What are things you've done or need to do?
Monday, December 14, 2009
I hope y'all have been well. It's been a lottle crazy round here.We went to GA for Thanksgiving and came back. We got to see pretty much everyone and a good time was had by all. I got to do a little bit of art with Eve. We climbed Stone Mountain (a first for the boys) and went to Waffle House. You know, to complete the GA experience.
I also went crazy. I don't think I'm back from that yet.
But I knew you missed my blogging and I thought I would share a few things that made my week more interesting.
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Conversations with Pickles
Jax (a buddy): Pickles has a secret. He said he's looking at naked ladies on the computer.
me: WHAT???? PICKLES! GET DOWN HERE NOW!!!
(imagine the sound of an alephant on roller skates coming down the stairs)
me: Pickles, why did Jax say you were looking at naked ladies on the computer?
Pickles: Oh, I just told him that so he'd go away. We were really looking at giant millipedes.
me: next time Honey try to be a little less creative and shocking when trying to get someone to go away, ok?
*note: Pickles is an incredibly honest kid. He does not look at naked women online. Apparently, however, we need to work on other issues.
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Pickles: I can't go to sleep
me: why not?
Pickles: Because my radio won't work and I always go to sleep listening to my stories.
me: Tell a story to yourself. Out loud.
Pickles: I said everyone else is asleep and they won't think my stories are interesting anyway.
me: I said say them to YOURSELF
Pickles: Well, I don't find them that interesting either.
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We have a snake. She's a ball python named Medusa. She's a good snake and the kids think she's interesting. Medusa eats mice. It's the circle of life, blah, blah, blah. Anyway, mice really aren't that cute, Mickey excluded of course. It was time for Medusa to eat again 4 days ago so I bought a mouse. I put the mouse in the cage with the snake. The mouse did not get eaten. The mouse did however, get named Pancake. So Pancake and Medusa are roommates. At least until Medusa is done shedding and decides that she actually is hungry. I'll keep you updated.
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Everything here is white. Our house is 109 yrs old, as are many of the surrounding houses. Most of them are painted very pale colors. Pale houses and their yards are covered in snow here. The clouds are heavy and full of snowman seeds. Everything is bright and fairly monochromatic. And it reflects all light. Last night, at midnight, it looked like it was dusk.
I forget about that here. 27 years of being raised in GA is still ingrained in me. Winter should be 60-70 degrees. Scarves should be bought based on their cuteness, not their heat conserving abilities. The sky should bright blue and the trees should stay green. Pansies should bloom.
Not in the Midwest. But I'm OK with that this winter. I'm not sure why; maybe I'm beginning to bloom (like a pansy - insert your own joke here) where I'm planted. Maybe it's wearing me down. Let's go with the blooming, shall we?
I also went crazy. I don't think I'm back from that yet.
But I knew you missed my blogging and I thought I would share a few things that made my week more interesting.
********************************
Conversations with Pickles
Jax (a buddy): Pickles has a secret. He said he's looking at naked ladies on the computer.
me: WHAT???? PICKLES! GET DOWN HERE NOW!!!
(imagine the sound of an alephant on roller skates coming down the stairs)
me: Pickles, why did Jax say you were looking at naked ladies on the computer?
Pickles: Oh, I just told him that so he'd go away. We were really looking at giant millipedes.
me: next time Honey try to be a little less creative and shocking when trying to get someone to go away, ok?
*note: Pickles is an incredibly honest kid. He does not look at naked women online. Apparently, however, we need to work on other issues.
*********************************
Pickles: I can't go to sleep
me: why not?
Pickles: Because my radio won't work and I always go to sleep listening to my stories.
me: Tell a story to yourself. Out loud.
Pickles: I said everyone else is asleep and they won't think my stories are interesting anyway.
me: I said say them to YOURSELF
Pickles: Well, I don't find them that interesting either.
*********************************
We have a snake. She's a ball python named Medusa. She's a good snake and the kids think she's interesting. Medusa eats mice. It's the circle of life, blah, blah, blah. Anyway, mice really aren't that cute, Mickey excluded of course. It was time for Medusa to eat again 4 days ago so I bought a mouse. I put the mouse in the cage with the snake. The mouse did not get eaten. The mouse did however, get named Pancake. So Pancake and Medusa are roommates. At least until Medusa is done shedding and decides that she actually is hungry. I'll keep you updated.
*********************************
Everything here is white. Our house is 109 yrs old, as are many of the surrounding houses. Most of them are painted very pale colors. Pale houses and their yards are covered in snow here. The clouds are heavy and full of snowman seeds. Everything is bright and fairly monochromatic. And it reflects all light. Last night, at midnight, it looked like it was dusk.
I forget about that here. 27 years of being raised in GA is still ingrained in me. Winter should be 60-70 degrees. Scarves should be bought based on their cuteness, not their heat conserving abilities. The sky should bright blue and the trees should stay green. Pansies should bloom.
Not in the Midwest. But I'm OK with that this winter. I'm not sure why; maybe I'm beginning to bloom (like a pansy - insert your own joke here) where I'm planted. Maybe it's wearing me down. Let's go with the blooming, shall we?
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