"experience is what you get when you didn't get what you wanted." -randy pausch

Saturday, August 6, 2011

Harvest Days '11

Kid dream=parade
Stand on a curb and have candy thrown at you.
Doesn't get better than that.
Except it does.
Bc this parade throws out otter pops too.
And it was hot.
I may or may not have "shared" max's.
And by "sharing" I mean I opened it for her, she had a lick or two,
and then I distracted her so I could eat the last half myself.
My favorite part was when Brennan put his hand over his heart when the American flag went by.
Complete with a marching band and max crying when the fire engine honked.
Love me the Harvest days parade.
Now bring on the fall:)

Friday, August 5, 2011

It's a sign!!!

It appeared in our yard like the virgin Mary.*
A sign that we will BEAT THOSE UTES!!!
*beware, this may be offensive. I hope you find the humor in it if it is bc i think it just might be. offensive, that is. Bc really the angel choir was singing when the Y appeared this morning out my kitchen window.
In fact, I shrieked and ran out in my pajamas to take a picture.
This is funny.
It is most definitely sacrilegious.
Nonetheless I am smiling.

The simple life:)

Just give me the simple life:)
And a mac.

Thursday, August 4, 2011

Jack and the Bean Stock

Brennan is still recovering from the flu.
Bonefied flu.
The good news is that for the first time in his life I was not the one he puked on.
His bed was the casualty,
Which i have determined is the most ideal place to puke as far as clean up goes.
I stripped everything straight off and threw it into my washing machine.
I touched zero puke.
I cleaned zero puke.
It came out as good as new.
Thank you whirlpool.
The bad news is that it appears max has the beginnings of it now.
Which explains why no one is eating.
My day feels all off without needing to feed anyone.
There's this vapid space of time that is not being filled by food, and I don't like it!
I do like that my sunflowers look like jack and the bean stock and I do like that my pumpkin plant is as long as shaq if he were going to lay in my garden.
I do like that I have one little red tomato that went from green to red overnight.
I do not like that my computer broke, except for the part that I like about getting a new one.
Which is why we will be looking at small pictures on my blog for the next 7-10 days.
Courtesy of blogpress (thank you) and HP (no thank you).
Say it with me friends:

Eggs & Toast

I can't decide if I'm more annoyed that they didn't eat it or of I'm more annoyed that I took the time to make it.

Wednesday, August 3, 2011


Max loves bag pipes.
Who knew??
Tonight I learned:
The bagpipe is the same today as it was 400 years ago.
They were outlawed for 100 years.
And Bagpipe songs make me tear up.
But only the ones that they play at funerals and baseball games.
The other kinds make me feel a titch nerdy.
But in a cultured/educational "I'm smart like Ames" kind of way.

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Poison control knows my name.

How many times do you have to call poison control before they report you to CPS?
Just sayin'.
Oxy clean in the eyes.
When he walked into the laundry room while I was mid-spray.
It wasn't pretty.
Have mercy.

Monday, August 1, 2011

skinny dipping in alaska

right after john found a nail in our tire,
the rain drenched us with warm bath water on our way into costco.
big fat drops that made us look like we had just showered.
max's face was dripping from her chin.
brennan's head could have mopped my kitchen floor.
which it needs,
but that's not what we're talking about right now.
or maybe it is.
do you know how cold it is to go into costco in the summer when you are soaking wet?
all of that air conditioning blowing on our soaking wet selves,
and we might as well have gone skinny dipping in alaska.
and of course we had to make a stop in the freezer of veggies and fruits.
so, what did we do?
bought a fuzzy blanket and some purple smoothies on our way out.
not only were the little chickadees dry,
but so was our cart.
b/c really,
who wants to eat soggy bread.

Sunday, July 31, 2011

july has us trashed.

dear july,
we've partied so hard for you that i'm ready to skip august and move straight onto the halloween.
ok, not really.
just kind of.
b/c july is like coming home from vacation.
after it's over,
it's hard to get back into your swing.
without all of the hustle and bustle of holidays and trips to shape your days and weeks.
where you are thrown back into the reality of your routine.
like it or not.
or both.
which is really still no routine.
b/c it's summer.
and the routine of summer is that you can sink into your bathing suits from dawn to dusk.
forgetting what day it is until you try to figure out how many days it's been since the kids have been bathed.
or how many weeks days it's been since the house has been cleaned.
b/c sitting outside slathered in sunscreen with a Popsicle and strawberry lemonade is the only thing we will for surely accomplish the entire day.
ok august,
give us your best shot.
we're not through with you yet summer.
we just need to work in some more naps.
july has us trashed.
thank you july,
we loved every minute:)
all my love,