Squash and pears
My mother-in-law finds me funny. I always think this is a good thing because it makes most of my idiosyncratic behaviours easier to tolerate. Once a week my mother-in-law comes for her ‘Granma day’, and because I like her and she likes me, it is a wonderful thing. So, while Granma is present to make…
Social experiments
‘Why’ is one of mine and my kids favourite words. ‘Why’ has lead us on many interesting and ridiculous journeys. One of our most resent ‘why’ was why don’t we greet people like we greet dogs? So we decided to greet each other like we greet our dogs. Face, ear, head rubs, silly voices and…
Wrapping to angry music
Nothing says christmas like Nine Inch Nails… How about some festive Metalica… or maybe some Ministry happiness. I am not absolutely positive why, but there are very few christmas songs I like (there are even a few that I will cover my ears and LA LA loudly at until I have got myself a safe…
Tequila
Last night I had my first tequila experience. (That kind of makes it sound like I tied one on but I didn’t. Really.) I took my husband out for a date to one of our local restaurants (The Mule – tacos, tequila, and bourbon). Seeing as they mention tequila right up there with the restaurant’s…
Social destruction
Facebook is evil. (How’s that for an opening line.) Facebook is an evil construction designed for the dissolution of human interaction. That statement was brought on by irritation. I do have a Facebook account. I signed up when my eldest decided to check out going to school and he felt he needed to join. I…
Ink
In the spring I got a tattoo. It was tattoo number three, but it is more obvious than the previous two, and has received more attention. The design evolved from a doodle, and once it became a full drawing I figured it was one I could live with on my skin. I know that the…
Invisible bikes
Trips to the library are always interesting. Observations, conversations, and methods of directional movement keep the weekly trip entertaining. This week it was a bike ninja sighting, talking about the magic and science of maple keys falling, and riding invisible bikes. Even though all my children have entered double digits they still ambulate creatively. They skip,…
Skunked
I have had dogs since I was thirteen, and in all those years I have never, not once have had one of those dogs skunked. Then there was Hazel. As of this fine and rainy evening Hazel has been skunked four…FOUR…times. Obviously, my lovely, sweet, Golden Retriever is not one to learn from experience. I…
The totalitarian regime of me
My children live pretty self directed existences. They have a lot of freedom to choose the things they want to do and when they want to do them. The only things I insist on is that they help around the house when I ask them to (which is occasionally accomplished without a lot of yelling…
Mud on my truck
My truck may never get the rough and tumble life of a rural or a working truck, at least it won’t through its time being My truck, but yesterday I got mud on my truck and it made me feel good. (I think there might be a country song in there). Bouncing through a pothole…