Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Monday, October 29, 2007
Thursday, October 25, 2007
It was nine years ago today that Jeff paid good money to take me to see one of the world’s most pointless movies, ‘A Night at the Roxbury.’ It was our first date, a blind date I might add, and he even bought me popcorn and a Coke. We were livin’ it up back then. I am not a fan of popcorn, in fact back then I HATED it. But, I ate it. Seriously, here was a guy who was sweet enough to take me to my seat and then go back and get me popcorn and a Coke. So I politely ate the whole bag of it, and didn’t tell him for years that I hated popcorn. We sat through the movie, despite its dumbness. He turned out not to be a creepy stalker type. Hooray! On the way home, in my flashy gold station wagon, affectionately dubbed ‘Baby Poo,’ he asked me if I wanted to go out again. I think I replied with something incredibly dumb, along the lines of ‘Uh, I dunno. Do you?’ What was I thinking? Well, anyway, we decided to start seeing each other and the rest is history. Here we are, 2000 miles away and two kids later. Who woulda’ thought?
Monday, October 22, 2007
A two year old plus some yummy looking berries equals trouble. That’s what I found out this morning. We were out in the garden picking the last peppers of the season. James was piddling around, chucking green tomatoes in the air and bonking himself on the head. In a split second, I turned around and he had bright pinkish purple juice all over his chin and hands. Although he could only have eaten a few, I wasn’t sure what in the world they were. Thanks to the power of Google, I quickly typed in a few words and found out that James had eaten Pokeweed berries. People grow these things as ornamental plants, apparently. You can even buy them online. Cool. My son ate an ornamental plant. But wait. I kept reading. The berries, as well as the roots, can cause:
“retching or vomiting after two hours or more. These signs may be followed by dyspnea, perspiration, spasms, severe purging, prostration, tremors, watery diarrhea (often bloody) and, sometimes, convulsions. If a fatal quantity is eaten, perhaps including roots, the above signs are followed by paralysis of the respiratory organs and other narcotic effects, culminating in the death of the poisoned person.” (wikipedia.com)
Of course, I was now concerned. Although I figured that he couldn’t have eaten very many, I didn’t want to find out by waiting. I called poison control and they said that he probably didn’t get enough to cause any harm. The worst thing that could happen is that he might get a stomach ache and diarrhea (like you wanted to know). But the good news is, 24 hours have passed and he’s still kickin’. He may have shaved a year off my life, but he’s fine.
Friday, October 19, 2007
James in now the patron saint of microscopic fishies. Jeff and his work pal, Sal, have been getting into a little fish farming in addition to their normal engineering duties. They have managed to breed a couple batches of fish, and kill off an undetermined number of them. Maybe they felt like they were being watched too closely, but that's only a guess. To give the tank a little flair, they have added a picture of James to entertain the fish. Sal also added a nice touch with the rocks: notice the parting of the Red Sea? There was also a bubbling Champagne glass in there but it was removed due to some technical difficulties. So now you know what engineers do for fun! And if you are wondering where the fish are...they are there...right by James' forehead. They are VERY small!
Thursday, October 18, 2007
C'mon in! There's plenty of room in James' tent :)
Tired of shopping: James fell asleep on the way home
'Holt, pees!' James loves to hold Katie and laugh as she wiggles around. He calls her 'Kate-Dawg' since that's what Jeff calls her.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Monday, October 15, 2007
- Make use of the free energy coming from the sun (Very cost effective, eh?)
- Prove to wife that he can and WILL not only design the PT but actually execute the plans
- Perhaps shave a few pennies off the ol’ electric bill
- To make us appear to all our neighbors as eccentric and strange, and to fuel conspiracy theories amongst them
Sunday, October 14, 2007
I like to take the kiddies out for a walk almost everyday. This week we saw two grown men acting like complete idiots! Our neighborhood has a greenbelt running along side of it. Its basically a narrow strip of woods and a small creek flanked by a strip of grass. Our token 'open space.' So, there were two guys standing there on the grass of the greenbelt. At first I thought they may be fishing. (You never know what you may catch in there: sunnies, bluegill, a shopping cart maybe) But upon closer inspection, I realized that they were wielding golf clubs and the bucket was full of golf balls. I wondered if they were trying to hit the balls into the creek. Sounds pointless, but what else would they be doing? Well, turns out that they were whizzing golf balls into the woods across the creek. One after the other, they were sending these golf balls at rocket speed into the woods. Whats wrong with that, you wonder? Well, the woods are the local hangout for neighborhood kids. They explore, play, ride bikes and probably do lots of nefarious things back there. In fact, the woods were alive with the sound of kids, even as the idiots sent projectiles rocketing their way. I don't exactly know what they were thinking, but I sure hope no one was hurt. As if to prove their intelligence, as I was walking past, one of the men crouched down to get another ball and saluted us with a horrifying two-bun salute. Yikes! I need therapy!
Last week we saw a man scouring the greenbelt near the baseball field with a metal detector. I've seen this guy before. He goes all along the greenbelt waving his magic wand around looking for.......what?!? Seriously, does he think he's going to find something fabulous? He might, but there's a better chance that all he'll turn up are a few nickels and someone's lost half of a 'Best Friends' necklace. I can't see how its worth his time to poke around our neighborhood looking for someone's discarded treasures. Hmmmmm...maybe its a cover-up operation for something more interesting. I'll have to develop a conspiracy theory about that one.
While I am in therapy for seeing some stranger's hind end, I think I will mention my neighbor's bird. Its enough to make me crazy. Our neighbors are the kind of people who collect pets. They have a menagerie of birds, dogs and cats. Their newest addition to the aviary has the loudest and most hideous bird noise I have ever heard. It sounds somewhat like an air horn and can be heard inside our house, with the windows closed! And the offending bird is across the street inside its own house! It reminds me of the dog with the mutant bark/wail that used to live next door to my grandparents. Is there some kind of obscure sound ordinance that prohibits the owning of loud obnoxious birds? I'll have to check into that!
In case this sounds like the neighborhood of your dreams, there are several houses for sale on our street! Seriously, its a nice neighborhood, but even nice neighborhoods have their weirdos. Hopefully I'm not one of them.
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
"Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good; His love endures forever."
1 Chronicles 16:34
Sunday, October 07, 2007
Jeff and James watching Veggie Tales
James reading with Katie
Peees, Bee-bee? (Please can I hold the baby?)
Saturday, October 06, 2007
Experiment #1: Sneak into bathroom and experiment with a roll of toilet paper and lots of water. Conclusion: Toilet paper makes a mess when wet and sticks to all your fingers.
Experiment #2: Slop a dollop of mashed butternut squash on Mom's plate from a foot or two above the plate. Conclusion: Not a good idea. Squash uses the plate as a springing board and flies onto Mommy's shirt, the table, the door and the wall.
Experiment #3: Jump up and down on the bed in an energetic frenzy. Take a flying leap onto Mom's carefully organized piles of recipes. Roll around on said recipes. Repeat.
Conclusion: Jumping on recipes is fun, like jumping into a pile of leaves. It doesn't, however, do anything for the organization of the recipes.
Can you guess who did what? James was responsible for #1 & 3. Jeff can take credit for flinging squash everywhere. And who cleans up these messes??? Hmmm....