just have time for a quickie, but that's ok since I don't know some of y'all that well anyway...
At Bud's soccer game
The ball was kicked and got stuck between one little boy's knees. As Bud was telling me about it after the game, he said that it was good that it stuck where it was, because it was a little too close to that boy's batteries.
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Sassafras just got her ears pierced. again. She had let them close after the first time at the age of 8. I guess she just wasn't ready. We got them done at a tattoo place. There's a beautiful gallery here that does piercings and tattoos, as well as selling art and doing shows. I'd link, but if you don't know where I live, you don't need to. The guy explained it really well and also explained to her why getting it done at the mall is nasty and unsanitary. So she has little silver barbells through her ears instead of some cheap bling done by some kid who doesn't know what they're doing and doesn't clean the piercing gun.
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I got a new job.
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the Hamster is playing preschool soccer this season. He spends most of his time doing his funny walk across the field (think of a very cool chicken taking loooonnnnggg steps) and picking flowers. Since his mother is the one who did the same thing on the softball field, I just laugh. The important thing is to just let him get used to being on the field.
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Pickles started playing the viola. This is the kid who has grip problems and still occasionally grips his fork in his fist instead of holding it correctly at the age of 9. Hopefully this will help his fine motor skills. And hopefully I can handle one of the kids learning a string instrument without killing them. I'm really sensitive to the sound of a cat being strangled with it's own tail.
Weird, I know.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Since I didn't do weird news yesterday, I thought I'd do a quickie today. I also thought I'd write a short little blog post...
Anywho, here's a little story for ya. Some Canadian businessmen used black bears to defend their crop. Now unfortunately, what they're growing is illegal. And feeding the bears dogfood to get them to stay in the area is illegal. So now, about 15 black bears are roont, thousands of dollars were spent in legal fees, and people are going to be locked up.
What was the crop?
Cannabis sativa.
I know I have kind of a controversial view of this plant in some of the circles I run in. Being a member of my church, I should refrain from drugs. I agree with this to an extent, although I think my ideals are quite a bit different from someone who leaves the hospital with a vaccinated circumcised baby and a prescription for anti-depressants.
As I've stated before, I believe that one should be able to grow an herb for personal use in one's garden. I would like to have a marijuana plant nestled in next to my oregano, basil, and chamomile. If I'm stressed, I'd like to be able to make myself a cup of tea to relax instead eating of a fat bowl of ice cream or popping a pill. Now, I realize there are other ways to de-stress, but I feel like it should be my choice whether of not to ingest a particular plant.
The war on drugs is a joke. And although this story is from Canada, the same sort of illogic applies here in this country as well. The govt could have made so much more money sanctioning this farm, taking taxes, and regulating the sale of the plants. No bears would have been harmed, no one would have gone to jail, and those patients who need to use rather than abuse could have had a safer alternative.
All that being said, I feel (as always) that I should post a disclaimer. I don't take this substance into my body. If I did, I'm sure this post would be funnier. Also because it's illegal. So my husband, who is blind, will continue to have problems with his vision, will continue to be in pain, and will continue to remain stressed simply because it is illegal in this state and most of this country to self-medicate with marijuana.
This post could be so much longer, but I'll spare you. I know that most you dear readers, don't advocate the use of this plant for many reasons.
But I bet you'll agree, the story would've been much better if it had been the arresting officers were eating dogfood and smoking pot rather than the bears...
Anywho, here's a little story for ya. Some Canadian businessmen used black bears to defend their crop. Now unfortunately, what they're growing is illegal. And feeding the bears dogfood to get them to stay in the area is illegal. So now, about 15 black bears are roont, thousands of dollars were spent in legal fees, and people are going to be locked up.
What was the crop?
Cannabis sativa.
I know I have kind of a controversial view of this plant in some of the circles I run in. Being a member of my church, I should refrain from drugs. I agree with this to an extent, although I think my ideals are quite a bit different from someone who leaves the hospital with a vaccinated circumcised baby and a prescription for anti-depressants.
As I've stated before, I believe that one should be able to grow an herb for personal use in one's garden. I would like to have a marijuana plant nestled in next to my oregano, basil, and chamomile. If I'm stressed, I'd like to be able to make myself a cup of tea to relax instead eating of a fat bowl of ice cream or popping a pill. Now, I realize there are other ways to de-stress, but I feel like it should be my choice whether of not to ingest a particular plant.
The war on drugs is a joke. And although this story is from Canada, the same sort of illogic applies here in this country as well. The govt could have made so much more money sanctioning this farm, taking taxes, and regulating the sale of the plants. No bears would have been harmed, no one would have gone to jail, and those patients who need to use rather than abuse could have had a safer alternative.
All that being said, I feel (as always) that I should post a disclaimer. I don't take this substance into my body. If I did, I'm sure this post would be funnier. Also because it's illegal. So my husband, who is blind, will continue to have problems with his vision, will continue to be in pain, and will continue to remain stressed simply because it is illegal in this state and most of this country to self-medicate with marijuana.
This post could be so much longer, but I'll spare you. I know that most you dear readers, don't advocate the use of this plant for many reasons.
But I bet you'll agree, the story would've been much better if it had been the arresting officers were eating dogfood and smoking pot rather than the bears...
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Eh, I don't feel like blogging right now. But it's been a few days, plus I usually try to blog on Wednesdays although I don't have any weird news for you today. So go create your own weird news instead.
We're gonnna go slightly stream-of-consciousness here if y'all are up for it.
You ever feel like you have a million projects going but you're never going to be able to finish any of them? Yeah, me too. It's a normal feeling that y'all understand, like the dishes/laundry/fixing the house/car maintenance blah blah blah ain't never gonna be done. Seriously, 3 loads a day of dishes and laundry each gets old real fast. But since being naked and hungry isn't really an option...OK, so the hungry thing isn't really an option...
Since I'm not at school all day every day anymore, I have more time. So I'm creating awesome space for the kids in their rooms. Bud wants a science-space room, Sass wants an underwater room, Pickles wants a "Dojo" room (he means Zen/meditation), and the Hamster wants a castle/dragon room. I know it sounds a little overwhelming, but if you didn't know yet, I'm an artist so it's not that difficult for me. I sound a little full of myself, but that's cause I am. I'm actually quite good. I hope that you all have a talent or skill that you are confident in because it's nice to be able to start something that you know will turn out well.
So here we are again. Now to finish those projects. My brain doesn't work that way. I work better when I have lots of things going on. Working on one thing at a time, from start to finish, is really hard for me. I used to fight it, but now I just roll with it. What gets me is when I'm out of balance with how many I have going compared to how many are close to completion. I suppose I should actually go work on some of them instead of blogging/whining about them, huh?
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One more thing before I go~
Sassafras as we drive through Illinois: Mom! They had Lincoln's head on that billboard.
me: That's disgusting!!!
Sass: Moooooommmmm, it was a PICTURE of his head.
I love warping them...
We're gonnna go slightly stream-of-consciousness here if y'all are up for it.
You ever feel like you have a million projects going but you're never going to be able to finish any of them? Yeah, me too. It's a normal feeling that y'all understand, like the dishes/laundry/fixing the house/car maintenance blah blah blah ain't never gonna be done. Seriously, 3 loads a day of dishes and laundry each gets old real fast. But since being naked and hungry isn't really an option...OK, so the hungry thing isn't really an option...
Since I'm not at school all day every day anymore, I have more time. So I'm creating awesome space for the kids in their rooms. Bud wants a science-space room, Sass wants an underwater room, Pickles wants a "Dojo" room (he means Zen/meditation), and the Hamster wants a castle/dragon room. I know it sounds a little overwhelming, but if you didn't know yet, I'm an artist so it's not that difficult for me. I sound a little full of myself, but that's cause I am. I'm actually quite good. I hope that you all have a talent or skill that you are confident in because it's nice to be able to start something that you know will turn out well.
So here we are again. Now to finish those projects. My brain doesn't work that way. I work better when I have lots of things going on. Working on one thing at a time, from start to finish, is really hard for me. I used to fight it, but now I just roll with it. What gets me is when I'm out of balance with how many I have going compared to how many are close to completion. I suppose I should actually go work on some of them instead of blogging/whining about them, huh?
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One more thing before I go~
Sassafras as we drive through Illinois: Mom! They had Lincoln's head on that billboard.
me: That's disgusting!!!
Sass: Moooooommmmm, it was a PICTURE of his head.
I love warping them...
Thursday, August 12, 2010
REALLY?!?
more vacations?
I don't care if O is your boy, this is getting ridiculous. 2 more trips planned and one is to FL to encourage us 'Mericans to go to the beach. Hey guess what Obama? It ain't about the possibility of oil in the water that's keeping us away. It's the lack of money! Seriously, most of us that would go visit the beaches down there know what's going on with the water. We have friends to ask, or some way or another, of finding out if there really are little balls of oil floating around near the Gulf beaches. Probably the greasiest thing down there will be your politics. My mind won't be eased in the slightest by seeing you and your family cavorting and frolicking at the shore while I try to find some part time jobs while juggling the Hamster not being in preschool because I can't afford $600 for his preschool anymore.
So I say, screw you Mr. President. And watch out for oil-slicked jellyfish...
more vacations?
I don't care if O is your boy, this is getting ridiculous. 2 more trips planned and one is to FL to encourage us 'Mericans to go to the beach. Hey guess what Obama? It ain't about the possibility of oil in the water that's keeping us away. It's the lack of money! Seriously, most of us that would go visit the beaches down there know what's going on with the water. We have friends to ask, or some way or another, of finding out if there really are little balls of oil floating around near the Gulf beaches. Probably the greasiest thing down there will be your politics. My mind won't be eased in the slightest by seeing you and your family cavorting and frolicking at the shore while I try to find some part time jobs while juggling the Hamster not being in preschool because I can't afford $600 for his preschool anymore.
So I say, screw you Mr. President. And watch out for oil-slicked jellyfish...
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Just ridiculous...
So, anyone else have a problem with Mrs. Prez spending about 400K on a vacay? I find it kind of appalling that the Obamas have continued to take vacation after vacation on the taxpayers' dime while we are STILL at war, while there is a massive oil mess in the Gulf, and while their fellow Americans are struggling financially. What kind of message does this send? I'm not looking for "well, Bush did..." comments either. I had my issues with him too. My concern is the current Commander in Chief and his family's actions.
and just to be fair, idiocy has nothing to do with being liberal or conservative
If you live in CO, GA, CT, or MN, GO VOTE TODAY!
So, anyone else have a problem with Mrs. Prez spending about 400K on a vacay? I find it kind of appalling that the Obamas have continued to take vacation after vacation on the taxpayers' dime while we are STILL at war, while there is a massive oil mess in the Gulf, and while their fellow Americans are struggling financially. What kind of message does this send? I'm not looking for "well, Bush did..." comments either. I had my issues with him too. My concern is the current Commander in Chief and his family's actions.
and just to be fair, idiocy has nothing to do with being liberal or conservative
If you live in CO, GA, CT, or MN, GO VOTE TODAY!
Monday, August 09, 2010
Science. And stuff.
When I was little, I wanted to go to the Bermuda Triangle. I also wanted to go to Disney World, so I guess I wasn't too weird. I was just curious. I've always been interested in conspiracy theories, alien life-forms, and strange science and the Triangle has always been such an attractive mystery to me. Well, scientists think they've figured it out. It's cool, but in a way, it's a little disappointing. I guess I'll have to ponder something else now, like where the Earth's magnetic field comes from, or what ball lightning is exactly.
So I guess it shouldn't surprise me that the Hamster wants to be a scientist. I think it's mostly influenced by Bud, who I'm currently designing a "science/space" room for. Don't worry, I'll put pics up when I'm done with it. The Hamster was falling asleep in my room last night so the rest of them could fall asleep peacefully without the tiny night owl laughing maniacally and jumping on their beds. I'm lying there with him and he's telling me all about wanting to be a scientist when he grows up. Why, I ask. Because scientists are good. They help people. They build robots. I wanted to know what he would do with his robot. It would do his chores he answered. Doesn't that sound like a benevolent and humanitarian reason? So the robot can put away the silverware. He continues to tell me about scientists. They spearmint. They walk around. They listen to their moms...
Good boy.
When I was little, I wanted to go to the Bermuda Triangle. I also wanted to go to Disney World, so I guess I wasn't too weird. I was just curious. I've always been interested in conspiracy theories, alien life-forms, and strange science and the Triangle has always been such an attractive mystery to me. Well, scientists think they've figured it out. It's cool, but in a way, it's a little disappointing. I guess I'll have to ponder something else now, like where the Earth's magnetic field comes from, or what ball lightning is exactly.
So I guess it shouldn't surprise me that the Hamster wants to be a scientist. I think it's mostly influenced by Bud, who I'm currently designing a "science/space" room for. Don't worry, I'll put pics up when I'm done with it. The Hamster was falling asleep in my room last night so the rest of them could fall asleep peacefully without the tiny night owl laughing maniacally and jumping on their beds. I'm lying there with him and he's telling me all about wanting to be a scientist when he grows up. Why, I ask. Because scientists are good. They help people. They build robots. I wanted to know what he would do with his robot. It would do his chores he answered. Doesn't that sound like a benevolent and humanitarian reason? So the robot can put away the silverware. He continues to tell me about scientists. They spearmint. They walk around. They listen to their moms...
Good boy.
Wednesday, August 04, 2010
Weird News Wednesday
This is one that we tried desperately to see. James and I got the kids pizza, let them eat it in the car, and drove almost 2 hours to WI to try to see the Northern Lights. After playing in the park in the dark for over an hour, we came back. Unfortunately, we should have gone to Michigan instead. Check out these photos! We did get to see about 6 shooting stars though. By the way, the next cool astronomical thing going on is the Perseid meteor shower on the 12-14.
Sometimes (when I remember), I dress the kids in the same bright color to take them to the park. Like red. Papal red.
Anyone up for some papal souveniers? Celebrate your enthusiasm foryour favorite sports team the pope! Don't forget to stop by the Catholics with Attitude site as well.
I wonder if they have any papal onesies. Are you due to have a baby sometime soon? In that case, I know what you were up to during the blizzards last winter! Apparently, hospitals are getting ready for a baby boom. Because, you know, building snowmen is only fun for a little while, and then you gotta find something else to do...
Warning! This is not a snowman. This is a creepy creepy robot, who according to my friend, looks like a quadriplegic baby. I agree, but with zombie overtones. Yeesh! Maybe some papal-phenalia would help.
This is one that we tried desperately to see. James and I got the kids pizza, let them eat it in the car, and drove almost 2 hours to WI to try to see the Northern Lights. After playing in the park in the dark for over an hour, we came back. Unfortunately, we should have gone to Michigan instead. Check out these photos! We did get to see about 6 shooting stars though. By the way, the next cool astronomical thing going on is the Perseid meteor shower on the 12-14.
Sometimes (when I remember), I dress the kids in the same bright color to take them to the park. Like red. Papal red.
Anyone up for some papal souveniers? Celebrate your enthusiasm for
I wonder if they have any papal onesies. Are you due to have a baby sometime soon? In that case, I know what you were up to during the blizzards last winter! Apparently, hospitals are getting ready for a baby boom. Because, you know, building snowmen is only fun for a little while, and then you gotta find something else to do...
Warning! This is not a snowman. This is a creepy creepy robot, who according to my friend, looks like a quadriplegic baby. I agree, but with zombie overtones. Yeesh! Maybe some papal-phenalia would help.
Monday, August 02, 2010
A list of smells I find unpleasant yet oddly reassuring...
old lady
skunk
sauerkraut
bleach
asphalt
dirty kid
unwashed seashells brought back from the beach
Change is good, but dollars are better
So, I've decided not to finish the grad program I was enrolled in. 27-32 hours a trimester just wasn't healthy for me or the family. I'm going back to take business and art classes at a lil' community college around here. There were days when I would leave the house before the kiddos got up and not get home till they were in bed. How is that supposed to be a good thing?
So the business thing is to help James with his when he graduates in February. The art thing is because it's what I love to do and why waste your life doing something you don't enjoy?
And now I get to spend more time with the kids, which means more blog fodder, which means more funny for you. It's a win-win-win sitchee-ashon.
Everything's funnier outside, or, the Weekend Camping Trip
*the Hamster felt that toilet paper was unnecessary because we weren't using a "real" bathroom
*Bud found a branch to use as a marshmellow stick. Rather than strip the stick to make one good piercing end for use, he popped about 10 marshmellows on. The giant ones. Have you SEEN those?
*the Hamster still says smarshmellow. There is a threat of death to anyone that tells my last little one the proper pronuncuation.
*The kids are smarter than I am. After James accidentally ripped the tent and about 4 million mosquitos decided to join us, the kids all piled into the suburban to sleep. I toughed it out. So if you call me anytime soon, I won't answer because I'll be busy scratching.
*Fooling around with your husband in a tent filled with that many mosquitos is a BAD BAD idea.
*Don't start singing Bobby McGee at 2 in the morning just because you feel like. It wakes up the dog who is sad already about having to sleep outside rather than on the couch that he's not supposed to sleep on. Said dog will then cry and yelp for the next 20 minutes waking up others in the camping party. Even when you get up and make breakfast for everyone, they will still be mad at you for waking up the dog.
old lady
skunk
sauerkraut
bleach
asphalt
dirty kid
unwashed seashells brought back from the beach
Change is good, but dollars are better
So, I've decided not to finish the grad program I was enrolled in. 27-32 hours a trimester just wasn't healthy for me or the family. I'm going back to take business and art classes at a lil' community college around here. There were days when I would leave the house before the kiddos got up and not get home till they were in bed. How is that supposed to be a good thing?
So the business thing is to help James with his when he graduates in February. The art thing is because it's what I love to do and why waste your life doing something you don't enjoy?
And now I get to spend more time with the kids, which means more blog fodder, which means more funny for you. It's a win-win-win sitchee-ashon.
Everything's funnier outside, or, the Weekend Camping Trip
*the Hamster felt that toilet paper was unnecessary because we weren't using a "real" bathroom
*Bud found a branch to use as a marshmellow stick. Rather than strip the stick to make one good piercing end for use, he popped about 10 marshmellows on. The giant ones. Have you SEEN those?
*the Hamster still says smarshmellow. There is a threat of death to anyone that tells my last little one the proper pronuncuation.
*The kids are smarter than I am. After James accidentally ripped the tent and about 4 million mosquitos decided to join us, the kids all piled into the suburban to sleep. I toughed it out. So if you call me anytime soon, I won't answer because I'll be busy scratching.
*Fooling around with your husband in a tent filled with that many mosquitos is a BAD BAD idea.
*Don't start singing Bobby McGee at 2 in the morning just because you feel like. It wakes up the dog who is sad already about having to sleep outside rather than on the couch that he's not supposed to sleep on. Said dog will then cry and yelp for the next 20 minutes waking up others in the camping party. Even when you get up and make breakfast for everyone, they will still be mad at you for waking up the dog.
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Correspondences
Yo Anonymous,
I do NOT want your meds, I do NOT want to come visit your porn site, and I do NOT want you leaving comments on my blog anymore. See people, this is why I do comment moderation. Also, so when my relatives accidentally leave a comment with one of my kids' actual names in it...
NOT anonymously (quite out there in fact), ucmama
Dear the Hamster,
Sorry to follow up Anonymous's letter with one to you, but you were just as irritating tonight. Every night it's the same thing little dude. We don't play at the table. We don't kick our brothers under the table. And when Mom asks you to eat 1 slice of cucumber, JUST DO IT! I realize that being 4 in the middle of summer is difficult, but it's dinner. You should be used to it by now.
P.S. I don't mind if you want to play trains naked in your room by yourself, but should you want to wander downstairs to watch T.V., please at least put on some undies.
Love, Mom
Dear clerk at Walmart,
Please stop commenting on the items in my cart, or else you will force me to go buy duct tape, LOTS of rope, a ski mask, a map of our town, and 1 large steak knife. If you'd like to ask me about my purchases again, I will ask you for your address and mark it on the map. Don't mess with me just because I buy seaweed and santa claus melons.
Madly, the crazy lady who shops at midnight to avoid taking kids
Dear James,
I love that you love my behind. Really I do. But please stop grabbing it at church.
Thanks, your snoogie woogums
Dear readers,
sorry about the snoogie woogums. I promise you James never calls me that.
Regrettably, Michelle
Dear Mom,
I'm sorry if I just made you throw up a little in your mouth over the whole butt grabbing and snoogums incident above.
Sin-cerely, Shelle
Dear Pandora.com,
My used-to-be-friend made a "station" for Buble on my profile. While I realize that I may lose some cyber friends over this, I do NOT like Michael Buble. Therefore, please stop making your site less user-friendly than it needs to be. I just want to shuffle without Moondance playing between a Janis Joplin song and some rockabilly. Nothing personal and I agree that he has an amazing voice blah blah blah. Just ain't my style folks.
Ear-pluggedly, michellephant
Dear readers,
I apologize again for the above short letter. I promise never to sign ear-pluggedly again. It's just bad grammar. And things like bad grammar, such as ending a sentence with a preposition, is just something I can't put up with...
Yo Anonymous,
I do NOT want your meds, I do NOT want to come visit your porn site, and I do NOT want you leaving comments on my blog anymore. See people, this is why I do comment moderation. Also, so when my relatives accidentally leave a comment with one of my kids' actual names in it...
NOT anonymously (quite out there in fact), ucmama
Dear the Hamster,
Sorry to follow up Anonymous's letter with one to you, but you were just as irritating tonight. Every night it's the same thing little dude. We don't play at the table. We don't kick our brothers under the table. And when Mom asks you to eat 1 slice of cucumber, JUST DO IT! I realize that being 4 in the middle of summer is difficult, but it's dinner. You should be used to it by now.
P.S. I don't mind if you want to play trains naked in your room by yourself, but should you want to wander downstairs to watch T.V., please at least put on some undies.
Love, Mom
Dear clerk at Walmart,
Please stop commenting on the items in my cart, or else you will force me to go buy duct tape, LOTS of rope, a ski mask, a map of our town, and 1 large steak knife. If you'd like to ask me about my purchases again, I will ask you for your address and mark it on the map. Don't mess with me just because I buy seaweed and santa claus melons.
Madly, the crazy lady who shops at midnight to avoid taking kids
Dear James,
I love that you love my behind. Really I do. But please stop grabbing it at church.
Thanks, your snoogie woogums
Dear readers,
sorry about the snoogie woogums. I promise you James never calls me that.
Regrettably, Michelle
Dear Mom,
I'm sorry if I just made you throw up a little in your mouth over the whole butt grabbing and snoogums incident above.
Sin-cerely, Shelle
Dear Pandora.com,
My used-to-be-friend made a "station" for Buble on my profile. While I realize that I may lose some cyber friends over this, I do NOT like Michael Buble. Therefore, please stop making your site less user-friendly than it needs to be. I just want to shuffle without Moondance playing between a Janis Joplin song and some rockabilly. Nothing personal and I agree that he has an amazing voice blah blah blah. Just ain't my style folks.
Ear-pluggedly, michellephant
Dear readers,
I apologize again for the above short letter. I promise never to sign ear-pluggedly again. It's just bad grammar. And things like bad grammar, such as ending a sentence with a preposition, is just something I can't put up with...
Thursday, July 22, 2010
just some pics, 'specially for y'allcause it's summer, and just cause
Sassafras
Pickles
Bud has been wearing his roller skates since the last day of school
what the kids do for fun
a dinner picnic on the river
Bud's the only one who caught fish: 2 tiny catfish
fishin' boys
that's sidewalk rash on the Hamster's faceFriday, May 21, 2010
Just a quick story. That's all I got time for...
James and I were trading riddles with the kids while running errands. James ran in someplace. I was kind of done with coming up with clever puns for the kids to figure out. So this was my riddle.
me: OK, it's a hamster. It lives in a cage, runs on a wheel, and is little and fluffy. What is it?
Bud: A guinea pig?
And a good time was had by all.
So James gets back into the truck. We're still laughing. I repeat the riddle to him.
James: A guinea pig!
At least Bud comes by it honestly...
James and I were trading riddles with the kids while running errands. James ran in someplace. I was kind of done with coming up with clever puns for the kids to figure out. So this was my riddle.
me: OK, it's a hamster. It lives in a cage, runs on a wheel, and is little and fluffy. What is it?
Bud: A guinea pig?
And a good time was had by all.
So James gets back into the truck. We're still laughing. I repeat the riddle to him.
James: A guinea pig!
At least Bud comes by it honestly...
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Just a quickie...
Weird News Wednesday
James likes to build card houses. Anytime he starts to think he's cool, I just remind him of things like that. It keeps him humble. But he's never done anything like this! This dude used 218,792 cards to build a mini casino. Quite a gamble, yeah? Wocka, wocka, wocka. (I like to keep myself humble too by typing bad jokes)
Want to see some cool pics of an eclipse? I thought you did.
An all-black penguin?
And a granny who has horns.
That's all I have time for right now. It's the second day of my grad program and I have to get back to class, but I haven't forgotten you faithful readers, and by readers, I mean probably only my parents anymore. Sorry bout not postin' n' all, but life is purty dang hectic raht nah. (That's GA speak, try saying it out loud)
I need to do another poly post - it's been a long time and I'd love to talk about Massa and all his crazy naked shower shenanigans. Anyone interested?
K, bye now.
Weird News Wednesday
James likes to build card houses. Anytime he starts to think he's cool, I just remind him of things like that. It keeps him humble. But he's never done anything like this! This dude used 218,792 cards to build a mini casino. Quite a gamble, yeah? Wocka, wocka, wocka. (I like to keep myself humble too by typing bad jokes)
Want to see some cool pics of an eclipse? I thought you did.
An all-black penguin?
And a granny who has horns.
That's all I have time for right now. It's the second day of my grad program and I have to get back to class, but I haven't forgotten you faithful readers, and by readers, I mean probably only my parents anymore. Sorry bout not postin' n' all, but life is purty dang hectic raht nah. (That's GA speak, try saying it out loud)
I need to do another poly post - it's been a long time and I'd love to talk about Massa and all his crazy naked shower shenanigans. Anyone interested?
K, bye now.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Last week...
I had to tell Sassafras not to use the bunny as a weapon.
I made beef jerky. Teriyaki and Peppered, in case you were wondering. In the dehydrator, in case you were wondering that too.
I grew alfalfa sprouts in a mason jar. I've been doing it for years. They're delicious. And nutritious. And expeditious.
I finished up all my classes, except one. I have that test today.
I called Eve. Finally...
I read 4 books, just for fun. Not especially productive during finals week, but necessary for samity nontheless.
James and I wrote love notes to each other for Valentines Day. We're not big on giving each other gifts for holidays, so it was free and quite sweet. Awwwwww....
I'll just hold on a sec as you clean the puke from the sweetness off your keyboard...
Done?
Good. Moving on.
Anyway, my plan for this week is to clean my house really well, spend time with the kids, and get my act pulled together to start my grad program at school. And maybe blog a little more often.
So, I should probably go do that now.
I had to tell Sassafras not to use the bunny as a weapon.
I made beef jerky. Teriyaki and Peppered, in case you were wondering. In the dehydrator, in case you were wondering that too.
I grew alfalfa sprouts in a mason jar. I've been doing it for years. They're delicious. And nutritious. And expeditious.
I finished up all my classes, except one. I have that test today.
I called Eve. Finally...
I read 4 books, just for fun. Not especially productive during finals week, but necessary for samity nontheless.
James and I wrote love notes to each other for Valentines Day. We're not big on giving each other gifts for holidays, so it was free and quite sweet. Awwwwww....
I'll just hold on a sec as you clean the puke from the sweetness off your keyboard...
Done?
Good. Moving on.
Anyway, my plan for this week is to clean my house really well, spend time with the kids, and get my act pulled together to start my grad program at school. And maybe blog a little more often.
So, I should probably go do that now.
Sunday, February 14, 2010
A few shots of my kids, in no particular order. If you're a crazy stalker, please don't steal them. Unless I'm related to you. In which case, carry on.
Mom, I KNOW that my chair cushion is turned the wrong way. Disregard the zipper and just enjoy the awesomeness of your babies in their jammies at 3PM. Also, be glad I didn't put up the pic of Rowlf licking Pickles' face.
posing Pickles
candid Pickles
She couldn't even smile for ONE!
A shot showing Sassafras's personality. "Why are you taking pictures of me again?
BunBun
Bud, looking like his dad. Mom, check out the chin dimples, a la Shannon!
the Hamster and Rowlf
A boy and his dog
Mom, I KNOW that my chair cushion is turned the wrong way. Disregard the zipper and just enjoy the awesomeness of your babies in their jammies at 3PM. Also, be glad I didn't put up the pic of Rowlf licking Pickles' face.
posing Pickles
candid Pickles
She couldn't even smile for ONE!
A shot showing Sassafras's personality. "Why are you taking pictures of me again?
BunBun
Bud, looking like his dad. Mom, check out the chin dimples, a la Shannon!
the Hamster and Rowlf
A boy and his dogSaturday, February 13, 2010
Things I'm planning to do this weekend, not in any particular order
visit a sick friend
take the kids sledding
wash my stinky stinky boots
study Organic Chemistry
finish 2 research papers
clean my house
call Eve and Rebeccah
find James' camera
We'll see how far I get on this list...
*editor's note. All I finished was cleaning the house. Ah well. There's always the rest of my life to finish stuff right?
visit a sick friend
take the kids sledding
wash my stinky stinky boots
study Organic Chemistry
finish 2 research papers
clean my house
call Eve and Rebeccah
find James' camera
We'll see how far I get on this list...
*editor's note. All I finished was cleaning the house. Ah well. There's always the rest of my life to finish stuff right?
Friday, February 12, 2010
Anybody else ever feel the need to see, smell, be near, be in... big water?
A river, a lake, an ocean?
yeah, me too.
I'm sort of landlocked out here in the Midwest. Luckily there's quite a large river running through town. It's dirty. Like too dirty to eat anything out of it.
But it's there.
Rushing and powerful at its heart. Slow moving eddies at the periphery. Winding and swirling. Dark shadows and a bottomless belly. A belly that holds rusty refrigerators, a car or two, giant man-eating catfish, maybe a body or twenty.
It's not ideal water for me, but I do need to drive miles along its length at times. Surrounded by snow all winter has me feeling a feverish for something other than white and gray. I'm ready for Spring. I want to smell green things. At the grocery store, I push my cart through the flower section. I walk past my baby chives on the window sill at home and inhale deeply. I touch the leaves of the pea plant that Pickles tucked into the soil a month ago.
I need to go camping. I need to go hiking. I need. I need. I need.
Why is water so cleansing? I believe Heavenly Father made our need for water part of the great plan. We can immerse ourselves in this life-giving force and feel the weight, quite literally, removed from our shoulders. We begin our existence in water. We are born in a flood of fluid.
My sign is Cancer. Is that a sign? Ah, astrology, I'll save you for another post.
For now, I'm gonna go take a bath...
A river, a lake, an ocean?
yeah, me too.
I'm sort of landlocked out here in the Midwest. Luckily there's quite a large river running through town. It's dirty. Like too dirty to eat anything out of it.
But it's there.
Rushing and powerful at its heart. Slow moving eddies at the periphery. Winding and swirling. Dark shadows and a bottomless belly. A belly that holds rusty refrigerators, a car or two, giant man-eating catfish, maybe a body or twenty.
It's not ideal water for me, but I do need to drive miles along its length at times. Surrounded by snow all winter has me feeling a feverish for something other than white and gray. I'm ready for Spring. I want to smell green things. At the grocery store, I push my cart through the flower section. I walk past my baby chives on the window sill at home and inhale deeply. I touch the leaves of the pea plant that Pickles tucked into the soil a month ago.
I need to go camping. I need to go hiking. I need. I need. I need.
Why is water so cleansing? I believe Heavenly Father made our need for water part of the great plan. We can immerse ourselves in this life-giving force and feel the weight, quite literally, removed from our shoulders. We begin our existence in water. We are born in a flood of fluid.
My sign is Cancer. Is that a sign? Ah, astrology, I'll save you for another post.
For now, I'm gonna go take a bath...
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
I'm feeling better. It helps that my children are quirky. Meet the Hamster, if you haven't already. He's 4.
the Hamster, very close to my face while I'm zipping his coat: Mom! I eated aNOTHER cookie.
me: How many were you told you could have?
the Hamster: one, but I really couldn't helped it
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the Hamster: I'm feeling feev-il.
me, wondering if it was a combo of evil and say, furry?: What are you saying?
the Hamster: feevil, you know tired. And a lil' sick
me: You feel feeble? You realize you're only 4, right?
the Hamster: Yeah, I'm feevil of only being 4.
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the Hamster also says nesterday instead of yesterday. Since he's my last baby, I have an internal struggle over whether to correct it, or to let it ride and enjoy the sweetness. I could use the sweetness...
the Hamster, very close to my face while I'm zipping his coat: Mom! I eated aNOTHER cookie.
me: How many were you told you could have?
the Hamster: one, but I really couldn't helped it
**********************************
the Hamster: I'm feeling feev-il.
me, wondering if it was a combo of evil and say, furry?: What are you saying?
the Hamster: feevil, you know tired. And a lil' sick
me: You feel feeble? You realize you're only 4, right?
the Hamster: Yeah, I'm feevil of only being 4.
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the Hamster also says nesterday instead of yesterday. Since he's my last baby, I have an internal struggle over whether to correct it, or to let it ride and enjoy the sweetness. I could use the sweetness...
Tuesday, February 02, 2010
warning: gritty post
I'm sure some of you noticed that I didn't go to church for the last several months. I'm sure you've wondered why. But only a handful of people actually asked me how I was doing or what I've been up to. I've been dealing with family issues from every side. My family, my extended family, James' extended family...
I'm cynical right now.
So, as immature as it may have been, I deleted a lot of people from my facebook profile. I narrowed it down to family and close friends. That means that most of the people from church are no longer "connected" to me on facebook. If I un-friended you, deal with it.
I am in more pain right now than I have been in a long time. I'm working on it. I know I will get through it. If you've been supportive of me and my family, I thank you. I truly appreciate it because I know how hard it is to keep a family together AND extend yourself to others at the same time. It's exhausting.
I don't fault anyone for not going out of their way to call or stop by. If you have, then I thank you. If you didn't, I understand that everyone has their own priorities. It's OK. But if I don't reach out right now, don't take it personally. I'm fairly private about what I'm feeling.
What I need is prayers. If you call and I don't answer, it's because I'm conserving my energy. I realize this post is heavy and possibly full of contradictions but it's hard to organize my thoughts.
I don't know what I want to come from letting all of you know a small part of what's going on, but I needed to get it out.
I'm sure some of you noticed that I didn't go to church for the last several months. I'm sure you've wondered why. But only a handful of people actually asked me how I was doing or what I've been up to. I've been dealing with family issues from every side. My family, my extended family, James' extended family...
I'm cynical right now.
So, as immature as it may have been, I deleted a lot of people from my facebook profile. I narrowed it down to family and close friends. That means that most of the people from church are no longer "connected" to me on facebook. If I un-friended you, deal with it.
I am in more pain right now than I have been in a long time. I'm working on it. I know I will get through it. If you've been supportive of me and my family, I thank you. I truly appreciate it because I know how hard it is to keep a family together AND extend yourself to others at the same time. It's exhausting.
I don't fault anyone for not going out of their way to call or stop by. If you have, then I thank you. If you didn't, I understand that everyone has their own priorities. It's OK. But if I don't reach out right now, don't take it personally. I'm fairly private about what I'm feeling.
What I need is prayers. If you call and I don't answer, it's because I'm conserving my energy. I realize this post is heavy and possibly full of contradictions but it's hard to organize my thoughts.
I don't know what I want to come from letting all of you know a small part of what's going on, but I needed to get it out.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Weird News Wednesday
I know y'all have been craving one o' these. Here ya go.
Even though most of our country only eats a few different types of fruit and veg, (think apples, bananas, oranges, corn, peas, etc) there are actually people out there with enough time to create new veggies. Now, I'm all for new blends. The world wouldn't be the same without the broccoflower, right?. But seriously, why? WHY? would you think there's a huge consumer niche just waiting for you to cross kale and brussel sprouts?
just gross...
I'm so glad scientists have time and grant money on their hands. Austria has decided to scrap their latest endeavor, however. I don't really understand why they thought burying pigs in avalanches WASN'T a good idea. What's up with that?
Of course, you don't have to have tons of money or the government behind you to have an innovative/psychotic idea though. Anyone with a lot of time on their hands, like say 10-20 yrs, can come up with something new. Like tattooing the whites of your eyes, for example.
What? You don't think that's a good idea? Yeah, me neither. But if you want people to pull their children away from you quickly as you walk past, or look unique, whatever, there are some sweet new contact lenses out there. I think the teeth one is my favorite.
Go, look, read, marvel.
I know y'all have been craving one o' these. Here ya go.
Even though most of our country only eats a few different types of fruit and veg, (think apples, bananas, oranges, corn, peas, etc) there are actually people out there with enough time to create new veggies. Now, I'm all for new blends. The world wouldn't be the same without the broccoflower, right?. But seriously, why? WHY? would you think there's a huge consumer niche just waiting for you to cross kale and brussel sprouts?
just gross...
I'm so glad scientists have time and grant money on their hands. Austria has decided to scrap their latest endeavor, however. I don't really understand why they thought burying pigs in avalanches WASN'T a good idea. What's up with that?
Of course, you don't have to have tons of money or the government behind you to have an innovative/psychotic idea though. Anyone with a lot of time on their hands, like say 10-20 yrs, can come up with something new. Like tattooing the whites of your eyes, for example.
What? You don't think that's a good idea? Yeah, me neither. But if you want people to pull their children away from you quickly as you walk past, or look unique, whatever, there are some sweet new contact lenses out there. I think the teeth one is my favorite.
Go, look, read, marvel.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
The feeder mice chapter has ended. Much more humanely than you may have imagined. Although, if you WERE imagining a gruesome death for 2 poor, defenseless, charitable, well-educated rodents, I don't want to know.
I did post them on craigslist. My posting was flagged. Some bleeding heart apparently didn't like it that some people have snakes for pets and gasp! actually feed them. But before it was flagged, I got a bite. I also had someone interested in the mice...
Anyway, a chick with pink hair and piercings (yes, I was thrilled!) came and got them. We were both happy with our own end of the deal and the book has been closed on the mice saga.
Pink Hair did leave me her number though, so if I call her to buy baby mice, you'll be the first to know.
In other pet news, just in case you're still reading this post, my dog is psycho. Apparently the rabbit is too. What's with my pets being psychotic? Wait! Don't answer that...
So the dog chases shadows. I researched it and found that he's just being neurotic. He spends too much time alone or something. We took him to a doggie therapist and she diagnosed him with OCD. He's constantly washing his hands in the toilet and checking to make the sure his crate is locked.
Starting with we took him to... lies, all lies...
So, I can't think of a way to segue into anything else interesting, so bye now!
I did post them on craigslist. My posting was flagged. Some bleeding heart apparently didn't like it that some people have snakes for pets and gasp! actually feed them. But before it was flagged, I got a bite. I also had someone interested in the mice...
Anyway, a chick with pink hair and piercings (yes, I was thrilled!) came and got them. We were both happy with our own end of the deal and the book has been closed on the mice saga.
Pink Hair did leave me her number though, so if I call her to buy baby mice, you'll be the first to know.
In other pet news, just in case you're still reading this post, my dog is psycho. Apparently the rabbit is too. What's with my pets being psychotic? Wait! Don't answer that...
So the dog chases shadows. I researched it and found that he's just being neurotic. He spends too much time alone or something. We took him to a doggie therapist and she diagnosed him with OCD. He's constantly washing his hands in the toilet and checking to make the sure his crate is locked.
Starting with we took him to... lies, all lies...
So, I can't think of a way to segue into anything else interesting, so bye now!
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Hey y'all.
I've lost 40 pounds now. My pants are getting loose again. Hopefully I can drop another size soon.
How Michelle? Well, I'll tell ya.
1. I stopped drinking cokes in July. I'm southern. Wha-huh? Oh stop. You knew that already. When you're raised southern, Coca Cola is an essential part of your life. It's mixed with your baby rice cereal. And if you're truly southern, there are times when the milk is gone, but the coke isn't. So you try it on your Lucky Charms. I'm not saying it's GOOD, I'm just sayin'.
P.S. My mother did NOT EVER put coke in my baby cereal. She would want you to know that.
2. I substituted coffee for cokes. While I don't recommend this, I grew up being around and drinking coffee and it works for me for now. I will wean myself off eventually, but for now it works. I sweeten it with vanilla soy milk.
3. I stopped eating desserts. You are what you eat and I was tired of being a cookie. Or a donut. I don't mind being sweet and jelly filled, however, I do not want to look like it.
4. I take more walks/runs. It's harder when it's cold and snowy, but I do it anyway. Just layer up. It also feels amazing to be able to take those layers off when you get home. It's sort of like being able to peel off layers of body weight if you visual it just right. If you don't, then it just ends up feeling like some creepy B-movie removing your skin kind of thing. So do it right.
5. I eat smaller portions. This was difficult at first. But actually, I just realized that if I wanted to stop being twice normal size, I should eat half as much. So I would make a "normal" plate for myself and then put half of it back. Now my normal actually is normal. I also trade a little more veggies and a little less unhealthy choices.
6. I take herbs. I've always been interested in holistic choices. I use cayenne and ginger to kick start my metabolism in the morning. I take DHA, or omega 3, pills. Not all the time, just when I feel like it.
I've changed. I feel better. I look better. I have more energy. I don't feel like I need a nap all the time. I don't go to food as a stress release. I meditate instead. Just a few minutes at a time. Or I go do something else to make myself feel prettier. I go fix my hair, or put on some glittery lipgloss. It sounds simple, but it's really a psychological and philosophical change. It's good. Life is good.
I've lost 40 pounds now. My pants are getting loose again. Hopefully I can drop another size soon.
How Michelle? Well, I'll tell ya.
1. I stopped drinking cokes in July. I'm southern. Wha-huh? Oh stop. You knew that already. When you're raised southern, Coca Cola is an essential part of your life. It's mixed with your baby rice cereal. And if you're truly southern, there are times when the milk is gone, but the coke isn't. So you try it on your Lucky Charms. I'm not saying it's GOOD, I'm just sayin'.
P.S. My mother did NOT EVER put coke in my baby cereal. She would want you to know that.
2. I substituted coffee for cokes. While I don't recommend this, I grew up being around and drinking coffee and it works for me for now. I will wean myself off eventually, but for now it works. I sweeten it with vanilla soy milk.
3. I stopped eating desserts. You are what you eat and I was tired of being a cookie. Or a donut. I don't mind being sweet and jelly filled, however, I do not want to look like it.
4. I take more walks/runs. It's harder when it's cold and snowy, but I do it anyway. Just layer up. It also feels amazing to be able to take those layers off when you get home. It's sort of like being able to peel off layers of body weight if you visual it just right. If you don't, then it just ends up feeling like some creepy B-movie removing your skin kind of thing. So do it right.
5. I eat smaller portions. This was difficult at first. But actually, I just realized that if I wanted to stop being twice normal size, I should eat half as much. So I would make a "normal" plate for myself and then put half of it back. Now my normal actually is normal. I also trade a little more veggies and a little less unhealthy choices.
6. I take herbs. I've always been interested in holistic choices. I use cayenne and ginger to kick start my metabolism in the morning. I take DHA, or omega 3, pills. Not all the time, just when I feel like it.
I've changed. I feel better. I look better. I have more energy. I don't feel like I need a nap all the time. I don't go to food as a stress release. I meditate instead. Just a few minutes at a time. Or I go do something else to make myself feel prettier. I go fix my hair, or put on some glittery lipgloss. It sounds simple, but it's really a psychological and philosophical change. It's good. Life is good.
Friday, January 01, 2010
2010 should be good.
It started with the kids trying to make breakfast in bed for us, however, when your oldest child is ten, and you smell the stove, you get up quickly. So James and I enjoyed our eggs, hashbrowns, and homemade (by me, buttered by Bud) bread in the kitchen. The house is clean. The laundry is all done. James and I are content with the simplicity of the season.
We had our traditional southern New Years meal. Black-eyed peas, greens, and cornbread. I added roast chicken.
Do you know why we eat such a spare meal (for southerners anyway) on this day? It's not because we're trying to lose the 10 pounds we put on from Thanksgiving to Christmas. No, no. It's because when the Union soldiers took the South, they pillaged whatever there was to eat. What? The War Between the States (don't call it the Civil War, honey, cause war shore ain't civil) is alive and well in the South.
Anyway...
Those left behind had nothing to eat but what the soldiers didn't want. Namely, the greens in the garden and fatback. Now, if you're southern, you know you can make an entire meal out of those two ingredients. So we eat a scant meal to remember the plight of our forefathers. We also eat the peas and greens for luck and wealth. Even when you're eating for the sake of a superstition, it should still taste goooooood!
I'm not making any resolutions. The way to live happily and healthily is already laid out in the scriptures. I plan on making myself a better person this year. One day at a time.
It started with the kids trying to make breakfast in bed for us, however, when your oldest child is ten, and you smell the stove, you get up quickly. So James and I enjoyed our eggs, hashbrowns, and homemade (by me, buttered by Bud) bread in the kitchen. The house is clean. The laundry is all done. James and I are content with the simplicity of the season.
We had our traditional southern New Years meal. Black-eyed peas, greens, and cornbread. I added roast chicken.
Do you know why we eat such a spare meal (for southerners anyway) on this day? It's not because we're trying to lose the 10 pounds we put on from Thanksgiving to Christmas. No, no. It's because when the Union soldiers took the South, they pillaged whatever there was to eat. What? The War Between the States (don't call it the Civil War, honey, cause war shore ain't civil) is alive and well in the South.
Anyway...
Those left behind had nothing to eat but what the soldiers didn't want. Namely, the greens in the garden and fatback. Now, if you're southern, you know you can make an entire meal out of those two ingredients. So we eat a scant meal to remember the plight of our forefathers. We also eat the peas and greens for luck and wealth. Even when you're eating for the sake of a superstition, it should still taste goooooood!
I'm not making any resolutions. The way to live happily and healthily is already laid out in the scriptures. I plan on making myself a better person this year. One day at a time.
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