4. The pool is open and almost not green.
3. My friend, Amanda, and I picked strawberries yesterday. It gives me a greater appreciation for migrate workers. My legs and ankles are sore from bending over or squatting. I couldn't figure out which was easier. The strawberries are delicious and worth the effort.
2. I had a nice dinner with friends last night. It was great to catch up.
1. The Peeps diorama is ready to be handed in. Ian worked meticulously and steadily on it and now we have to get it to school unscathed. I keep having to yell at the kids to not eat "just one" Peep. Ian needs to have two Mexican wrestlers and spectators. The most irritating part of this project is Ian will turn it in tomorrow and carry it back home on Friday.
Ned is to credited with saying fourth-of-all!
Monday, May 28, 2012
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Monday, May 14, 2012
Looking For Alaska in Alabama
I read Looking for Alaska as my Alabama read, but realized I have already read an Alabama book. Who would have thunk I would have two Alabama books. I went into this book thinking it would be a comedy of teen angst, it has the angst but not the comedy. I admit to it having humor though! This was a weighty book on many issues, no sugarcoating or romancing the lives of teenagers. The book was witty and well-written and I could see the irreverence appealing to teenagers. I have been repulsed for days thinking about drinking vodka and milk. I liked reading about the kids, but was also impressed by the adults in the book. So many shows on tv today make the grown-ups out to be bumbling idiots. This book leads you that way, but moves through the book giving them strength and layers.
My next book is "Blindness" by Jose Saramago.
My next book is "Blindness" by Jose Saramago.
Saturday, May 12, 2012
Double Bubble
We have had a long week of various events - good and bad. Why do breakages, leaks, doctor visits, games and evening events all have to happen at the same time. The older I get the more I believe in personal life entropy. Ian loves this word, because we don't have to use the word chaos anymore. Today is quite relaxing!
Thursday night about 9:30 Ian and I were lying on my bed reading. We hear gunfire, I am assuming gunfire, really close. It stops and about 3 minutes later starts up again. Ian and I are freaked out, a bit on edge. We are waiting for the next round and deciding what we should do. Ellen is in her room and SHRIEKS, "Mom, oh my god!" I am reaching for the phone to call 911. Ian and I are picturing a masked man with a semi-automatic in the front yard. Before I can answer she yells, "Mom............did you know Hillary Duff is expecting a baby." That girl and her life in a bubble makes me crazy, because I did know Hillary Duff was pregnant. I also know she had the baby about three months ago.
Thursday night about 9:30 Ian and I were lying on my bed reading. We hear gunfire, I am assuming gunfire, really close. It stops and about 3 minutes later starts up again. Ian and I are freaked out, a bit on edge. We are waiting for the next round and deciding what we should do. Ellen is in her room and SHRIEKS, "Mom, oh my god!" I am reaching for the phone to call 911. Ian and I are picturing a masked man with a semi-automatic in the front yard. Before I can answer she yells, "Mom............did you know Hillary Duff is expecting a baby." That girl and her life in a bubble makes me crazy, because I did know Hillary Duff was pregnant. I also know she had the baby about three months ago.
Saturday, April 7, 2012
Mr. Fox Times Three
The first Mr. Fox is Ned's acting debut was quite cute. He was Farmer Boggess in the 2nd grade production of "The Fabulous Mr. Fox." We had to have an unexpected intermission, because the other farmer fell off the stage. He bravely returned and the show went on.
The second Mr. Fox is this horrible fox that terrorizes my property, MY property. He has a route that involves my yard. He drinks out of the pool and poops on the deck. Two nights ago he was making that scary fox noise under my window and digging a hole. I turned the light on and he just stared at me saying "nanny nanny." In the fall he chased my kitten up a tree and wouldn't back off, even when I stomped at him. He is belligerent and aggressive and I wish he would find a different territory.
The third Mr. Fox was the fox who had this territory before this evil critter. He was no bother. We would see him mornings and evenings, but he didn't come in the backyard. He got hit by a car right by the house. I was sad to see him gone.
I have a dog, a useless labrador. I think it is no coincidence that Hoover is yellow, the big chicken-liver. Riley walked the perimeter of his yard and marked it every morning. No animals came in our yard while he was alive. Hoover just doop-de-doops out in the yard. He didn't even bark at the fox, when I came down he was sleeping on his bed. The cats were freaked, but Hoov was lounging. Hoover is such a Ferdinand. It is nice to have a lover and not a fighter when you are feeling sad and lonely, but I do wish he would give a little growl at that fox.
The second Mr. Fox is this horrible fox that terrorizes my property, MY property. He has a route that involves my yard. He drinks out of the pool and poops on the deck. Two nights ago he was making that scary fox noise under my window and digging a hole. I turned the light on and he just stared at me saying "nanny nanny." In the fall he chased my kitten up a tree and wouldn't back off, even when I stomped at him. He is belligerent and aggressive and I wish he would find a different territory.
The third Mr. Fox was the fox who had this territory before this evil critter. He was no bother. We would see him mornings and evenings, but he didn't come in the backyard. He got hit by a car right by the house. I was sad to see him gone.
I have a dog, a useless labrador. I think it is no coincidence that Hoover is yellow, the big chicken-liver. Riley walked the perimeter of his yard and marked it every morning. No animals came in our yard while he was alive. Hoover just doop-de-doops out in the yard. He didn't even bark at the fox, when I came down he was sleeping on his bed. The cats were freaked, but Hoov was lounging. Hoover is such a Ferdinand. It is nice to have a lover and not a fighter when you are feeling sad and lonely, but I do wish he would give a little growl at that fox.
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