Tonight was awesome!
We started container gardens this year and I have been sharing a farmers market basket with a friend of mine. Can you say fresh fruit and veggies? I can! YUM!
The brain grilled BBQ chicken and veggie boats with fresh eggplant from the garden, tomatoes (our first this season), and fresh onion. I cooked fresh green beans and made salad with all farm/ garden fresh goodies.
Scrumdiddilyumptious!
After we ate, we all went out back and caught fire flies.
The night just ended with warm cookies and a glass of milk.
I love summer nights.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Sunday, June 27, 2010
The value of a penny
To make a very long story a bit shorter....
Last night Boy2 got a brand new penny.
(Have you seen these new pennies? The ones with the shield on them? That's a whole other blog...)
It had just come from the bank so it was perfectly shiny and still had that new money smell.
Boy 2 was so happy he just couldn't contain himself, "Holy Moly. Look at this this thing! It's so shiny I can see myself in it! I bet its worth 10 thousand hundred 92 dollars! I love my new penny!"
Of course this is when the bubble popping begins, "Um sweetie, that penny is only worth one cent."
"But it's brand new!"
"I know..."
Holding his once beloved penny up in the air, Boy 2 exclaims in his best evil villain voice,
"CURSE YOU EVIL PENNY! Do you hear me? I Curse you!!!"
Last night Boy2 got a brand new penny.
(Have you seen these new pennies? The ones with the shield on them? That's a whole other blog...)
It had just come from the bank so it was perfectly shiny and still had that new money smell.
Boy 2 was so happy he just couldn't contain himself, "Holy Moly. Look at this this thing! It's so shiny I can see myself in it! I bet its worth 10 thousand hundred 92 dollars! I love my new penny!"
Of course this is when the bubble popping begins, "Um sweetie, that penny is only worth one cent."
"But it's brand new!"
"I know..."
Holding his once beloved penny up in the air, Boy 2 exclaims in his best evil villain voice,
"CURSE YOU EVIL PENNY! Do you hear me? I Curse you!!!"
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Friday, June 25, 2010
Book Review
Just finished Small Gods by Terry Pratchett.
It's pretty funny and does a great job at poking fun at...well everything.
Not a book I became deeply enthralled in or anything, but I liked it well enough. It's a good pick up/put down kind of book, if you read that way.
It's pretty funny and does a great job at poking fun at...well everything.
Not a book I became deeply enthralled in or anything, but I liked it well enough. It's a good pick up/put down kind of book, if you read that way.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
If you will kindly look to the right
Next month we will be going on VACATION!!! WooHoo!
We will be gone for 8 days + drive time.
Now for every one's amusement, if you will please look on the right side of this page you will see something new and exciting. Let me know what you think.
We will be gone for 8 days + drive time.
Now for every one's amusement, if you will please look on the right side of this page you will see something new and exciting. Let me know what you think.
Not my "Me Time"
A while back I was talking to another mom friend of mine about the all coveted "Me time". Her "Me time" included a good book, a glass of whateverstrikesherfancy, and a nice long hot bath. And I admit, I am jealous because I hate baths, not showers, baths.
I really want to like taking baths. On the surface baths seem like oodles of fun. Steamy hot water enveloping me, relaxing every muscle in my entire body, slowly melting away all the stress of the day. A nice glass of wine or ...something. Getting lost in a wonderfully exciting book or simply laying back, closing my eyes and relaxing. It all sounds so magnificent.
But for me a bath has none of the magical stress relieving qualities. For me taking a bath is like sitting in a filthy introspective tension stew.
The water is always too hot to begin with and seems to pass through the just right phase in 0.02 seconds on into the way too freakin' cold phase. At which point I have to sit there letting the water out so I can add more hot water, all the while wondering how many gallons of water I am wasting because I can't control bath water temperature. Then there is the refilling of the tub which involves work on my part in order to mix the now lukewarm water and hot water for optimal and uniform bath water temperature.
Assuming I decided to get all fancy and attempt a bubble bath there is now the problem of vanishing bubbles. Without the bubbles I am just sitting in a tub full of mildly warm water staring at my naked self hoping I don't drowned. Because if I do drowned, someone is going to find me butt naked and wrinkly toed in the tub. I don't want that to be The Brain's last vision of me.
And when did that mole get there??
After 10 min of worrying about nakedness, moles, and the cost of water, I start to realize that sitting in a tub of ones own filth is pretty gross. I need a shower. However, since our society has deemed that it is much more desirable, never mind terribly inefficient, to separate showers and tubs, I have to get out of the bath, run over to the shower and turn it on, wait for that water to warm up at least enough for me to get in, all the while standing there freezing and dripping.
This is all, of course, assuming I managed this masochistic exercise without someone knocking on the door asking me where (insert obscure object) is. If that knock doesn't occur then it only means one of two things: 1) It's late and everyone is asleep, a.k.a- I am exhausted. 2) Something most likely very messy is on the other side of the door and I am afraid...very afraid.
I really want to like taking baths. On the surface baths seem like oodles of fun. Steamy hot water enveloping me, relaxing every muscle in my entire body, slowly melting away all the stress of the day. A nice glass of wine or ...something. Getting lost in a wonderfully exciting book or simply laying back, closing my eyes and relaxing. It all sounds so magnificent.
But for me a bath has none of the magical stress relieving qualities. For me taking a bath is like sitting in a filthy introspective tension stew.
The water is always too hot to begin with and seems to pass through the just right phase in 0.02 seconds on into the way too freakin' cold phase. At which point I have to sit there letting the water out so I can add more hot water, all the while wondering how many gallons of water I am wasting because I can't control bath water temperature. Then there is the refilling of the tub which involves work on my part in order to mix the now lukewarm water and hot water for optimal and uniform bath water temperature.
Assuming I decided to get all fancy and attempt a bubble bath there is now the problem of vanishing bubbles. Without the bubbles I am just sitting in a tub full of mildly warm water staring at my naked self hoping I don't drowned. Because if I do drowned, someone is going to find me butt naked and wrinkly toed in the tub. I don't want that to be The Brain's last vision of me.
And when did that mole get there??
After 10 min of worrying about nakedness, moles, and the cost of water, I start to realize that sitting in a tub of ones own filth is pretty gross. I need a shower. However, since our society has deemed that it is much more desirable, never mind terribly inefficient, to separate showers and tubs, I have to get out of the bath, run over to the shower and turn it on, wait for that water to warm up at least enough for me to get in, all the while standing there freezing and dripping.
This is all, of course, assuming I managed this masochistic exercise without someone knocking on the door asking me where (insert obscure object) is. If that knock doesn't occur then it only means one of two things: 1) It's late and everyone is asleep, a.k.a- I am exhausted. 2) Something most likely very messy is on the other side of the door and I am afraid...very afraid.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
I stuck them on craigslist - why not here too
2 boys X Games BMX Motobike bicycles. Both bikes have been stored in the garage are in great used condition. The red bike has minor scratches on the front fender. The blue bike has a couple of minor scratches on the front and one minor scratch on the rear fender. Both bikes have only been ridden maybe 5 times. The red one is the bigger of the two. I think the red one is 16" and the blue 12" , but not sure.
$40 for the red one - (retails for $79.97 on walmart.com)
$30 for the blue one
OR $60 for both
Cash Only ( The boys will split all money 50/50 w/ each other)
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
We might have a little OCD problem
Every once in a while The Brain and I decide to play little word games. I guess it's our way of proving to ourselves just how insanely brilliant we are. (that was a joke...'cause we are also insanely funny like that)
Last night was -ation night. We laid in bed for over an hour and a half thinking of as many words as possible that end in -ation or at least sound like they do. For example: destination, cremation, germination, coagulation, correlation, implantation, station, nation, Dalmatian, germination, assassination, intimidation, mediation, justification, causation... You get the idea.
First words spoken this morning? Reincarnation and exaltation
I love my husband!
Last night was -ation night. We laid in bed for over an hour and a half thinking of as many words as possible that end in -ation or at least sound like they do. For example: destination, cremation, germination, coagulation, correlation, implantation, station, nation, Dalmatian, germination, assassination, intimidation, mediation, justification, causation... You get the idea.
First words spoken this morning? Reincarnation and exaltation
I love my husband!
Saturday, June 12, 2010
So far this summer has been crazy
Several people have asked me why I haven't been blogging, and the truth is that this summer has been crazy so far, and it just started!
The summer started off right with a visit from Caffeinated Code Monkey. Which was fantastic!!! Remind me to tell you all about drunken Pictureka and other ways to make children's games fun.
Then we visited my my favorite place on earth for about a week followed by a trip down to a friend's son's birthday party.
Currently my mother is up visiting. We brought her back home with us after trip #2 to my favorite place on earth . I wont tell you where it is, but I will say that those trips require packing, thermostat adjustment, and extended feeder thingies for the fish.
The boys had Tae Kwon Do testing between trips and did awesome.
Today I leave again to take The Granny home and will back tomorrow. I am going solo this trip so I should make good time. And I promise to blog more when things return to normal...what we call normal anyway.
The summer started off right with a visit from Caffeinated Code Monkey. Which was fantastic!!! Remind me to tell you all about drunken Pictureka and other ways to make children's games fun.
Then we visited my my favorite place on earth for about a week followed by a trip down to a friend's son's birthday party.
Currently my mother is up visiting. We brought her back home with us after trip #2 to my favorite place on earth . I wont tell you where it is, but I will say that those trips require packing, thermostat adjustment, and extended feeder thingies for the fish.
The boys had Tae Kwon Do testing between trips and did awesome.
Today I leave again to take The Granny home and will back tomorrow. I am going solo this trip so I should make good time. And I promise to blog more when things return to normal...what we call normal anyway.
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Asleep but not really
You know those nights when you just can't sleep? Or even worse, when you can sleep but you are aware of the fact that you are sleeping, so then it's not like you're really sleeping? Or does that only happen to me? Maybe so...
If you have never experienced that horrible asleep but not asleep kind of sleep, I will explain:
You crawl in the bed at say 11:00pm. Lay down, get comfortable, and start to drift. Then your cursed brain decides that now is the perfect time to exercise both hemispheres in some evil corrupt sleep deprivation/multi tasking experiment.
Then, you start thinking. Thinking about every little thing that you did or did not get accomplished today. You rehash the confrontation with the stupid person in the grocery store who can't read a freakin' sign that clearly says '10 Items or Less' and feel bad for having acted like a fool. Or maybe you start to fantasize about the confrontation you could have had, and what you should have said, if only you weren't so afraid of confrontation. At the same time you are now 10 years old, walking through a forest and talking to some other kid who has wings and green hair and is apparently your best friend in the whole wide world, about the effects of a solar eclipse on underwater eggplants.
Simultaneously, you are trying to will yourself to sleep. You silently shout obscenities at your brain hoping that it will give in to your seemingly reasonable ransom demand for sleep. This goes on until you finally sit straight up and look at the clock - it is now 3:00 am. So, you grab a pillow ( that, by the way, you can't return now even though you desperately want to because it's medium firmness lasted for about 2 nights) and head downstairs to sleep on the couch.
That was my night last night...
If you have never experienced that horrible asleep but not asleep kind of sleep, I will explain:
You crawl in the bed at say 11:00pm. Lay down, get comfortable, and start to drift. Then your cursed brain decides that now is the perfect time to exercise both hemispheres in some evil corrupt sleep deprivation/multi tasking experiment.
Simultaneously, you are trying to will yourself to sleep. You silently shout obscenities at your brain hoping that it will give in to your seemingly reasonable ransom demand for sleep. This goes on until you finally sit straight up and look at the clock - it is now 3:00 am. So, you grab a pillow ( that, by the way, you can't return now even though you desperately want to because it's medium firmness lasted for about 2 nights) and head downstairs to sleep on the couch.
That was my night last night...
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Book Review
I love to read!
So, naturally it didn't take long for me to start posting reviews of the books I read, or have read, here on The Hamper.
If you have any must reads you would like to share please feel free. I am always looking for something to get lost in and most of my favorites have come from recommendations.
Triggerfish Twist
Just like there are some movies you have to see just because you should see them, there are some books you just have to read and this is definitely one of those books.
Triggerfish Twist a smart, fast paced, in your face, outlandish comedy. There is nothing more that I could say that hasn't already been said by more qualified critics and reviewers.
A great first read for the summer!
Other favorites:
Good Omens
So, naturally it didn't take long for me to start posting reviews of the books I read, or have read, here on The Hamper.
If you have any must reads you would like to share please feel free. I am always looking for something to get lost in and most of my favorites have come from recommendations.
I just finished reading Triggerfish Twist by Tim Dorsey and I have to say that this book is hilarious!
Just like there are some movies you have to see just because you should see them, there are some books you just have to read and this is definitely one of those books.
Triggerfish Twist a smart, fast paced, in your face, outlandish comedy. There is nothing more that I could say that hasn't already been said by more qualified critics and reviewers.
Other favorites:
Good Omens
Lamb
Actually all of Christopher Moore's books are awesome!
There are so many other wonderful books on my must read list, but these are very similar in style and if you like one I am sure you will love the others.
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