Sunday Scribbles, Saturday Night Edition
*I am writing and posting my Sunday Scribbles on Saturday - SCANDALOUS! But I just spent the whole day lounging by the pool in a bikini like a celeb so I kind of feel like I can do whatever I darn well please today. And I can hear you raising your eyebrows but never fear, I don't wear the bikini in front of company. I just thought I'd experiment this summer and see if it's even physically possible for my marshmallow stomach to tan.
*Spending days upon end in the pool is very nostalgic for me. When I was a kid we were home alone most of the summer and had a family membership at the neighborhood pool that was just a few blocks away. I can't even tell you how many days I spent there but lets just say the membership definitely paid for itself and I am now a very good swimmer. Spending the last few days out by our pool has been just great. We haven't been swimming so much in the kids whole lives. Getting them all packed up to go to the pool or beach is just waaaaay too much work. Swimming in the backyard? MUCH easier.
*My kids thought it was awesome that I was (very very briefly) a lifeguard so we played lifeguard for a while and I showed off my skills while they got to pretend to drown. They were also impressed with my diving ring nabbing talents.
*Tonight I tucked my kids in bed and then joined my hubby in the hot tub to look at the stars and the fireflies. It doesn't get much better than this.
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Saturday, July 2, 2011
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Sunday Scribbles
* Sometimes the minds of the men in this family are just fascinating to watch in action. Henry has been working on patterns in kindergarten so he figures if we want another boy in the family, all we need to do is have another baby. Boy, boy, girl, girl... naturally a brother will come next. Or perhaps baby chicks instead?
* I have never had my children hound me for another baby to this degree before. Apparently Ivy has made quite a good impression. Despite the fact that I was a less than stellar mother for about nine months because of nausea and various aches and pains that got pretty severe, they are all gung ho to do it again. Almost from the minutes she was born they have been asking when we're having another and they are still going pretty strong. Not a week goes by that some child or another doesn't make a comment about more babies. Funny that this doesn't happen until mama decides that if she has ONE MORE BABY she is probably going to go right over the edge.
* On a more positive note, I am just one child away from writing a post updating our school situation. One is still up in the air for the fall, but once we get that one nailed down, a post will follow shortly.
* The three goose families that have been living on our route to and from school have moved. We enjoyed seeing the goslings grow and waving to them four times a day as we drove past, but one day tragedy struck. The families were obviously distressed as they milled around on the shoulder of the road near the place where a very flat gosling lay in the road. The next day, they were all gone, flat gosling included. Perhaps it was just too painful to continue living near the scene of the tragedy, perhaps the geese and ganders just realized that the shoulder of the road is an inherently dangerous place for preteen goslings to be hanging out. Bye guys, we'll miss you.
*Speaking of roadkill, why did the chicken cross the road? To show the racoon that it COULD be done. Thanks to Uncle Warren for that chuckler.
What thoughts are scribbling around in your head today?
* I have never had my children hound me for another baby to this degree before. Apparently Ivy has made quite a good impression. Despite the fact that I was a less than stellar mother for about nine months because of nausea and various aches and pains that got pretty severe, they are all gung ho to do it again. Almost from the minutes she was born they have been asking when we're having another and they are still going pretty strong. Not a week goes by that some child or another doesn't make a comment about more babies. Funny that this doesn't happen until mama decides that if she has ONE MORE BABY she is probably going to go right over the edge.
* On a more positive note, I am just one child away from writing a post updating our school situation. One is still up in the air for the fall, but once we get that one nailed down, a post will follow shortly.
* The three goose families that have been living on our route to and from school have moved. We enjoyed seeing the goslings grow and waving to them four times a day as we drove past, but one day tragedy struck. The families were obviously distressed as they milled around on the shoulder of the road near the place where a very flat gosling lay in the road. The next day, they were all gone, flat gosling included. Perhaps it was just too painful to continue living near the scene of the tragedy, perhaps the geese and ganders just realized that the shoulder of the road is an inherently dangerous place for preteen goslings to be hanging out. Bye guys, we'll miss you.
*Speaking of roadkill, why did the chicken cross the road? To show the racoon that it COULD be done. Thanks to Uncle Warren for that chuckler.
What thoughts are scribbling around in your head today?
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Sunday Scribbles
Bits O' Brain, and they call it Sunday Scribbles...
*Book club got me thinking about meaningful work. Soul filling work. I don't think I'll ever find any of that that pays actual money. People do it, they find it, but I just feel like it may never be in the cards for me and then what does THAT mean? Work somewhere soul sucking or don't work?
*I've been thinking about this poem alot lately and it makes me sad...
"The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow
But children grow up as I've learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs; Dust go to sleep!
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep."
*I just watched the movie "King Corn". Made me never want to eat processed food again. I think I need some heirloom non-GMO corn seeds too...
*I want to plant things. I feel like if I could just plant things and hang clothes on a clothesline, everything might just be okay.
*I want to paint things. I feel like if I could just paint things bright colors, maybe I could get by until I could plant things.
*Cub Foods has Cutey Baby cloth diapers (that woman has MAD marketing skills!) and they are on sale this week, so if you are into that sort of thing, get 'em while they're hot!
*I have a new hat. I got it for my dance class for our costume, but I kinda like it. I'm not usually a hat person but I've been wearing this one around lately because it makes me feel like a gangsta. Or a leprechaun...
*Book club got me thinking about meaningful work. Soul filling work. I don't think I'll ever find any of that that pays actual money. People do it, they find it, but I just feel like it may never be in the cards for me and then what does THAT mean? Work somewhere soul sucking or don't work?
*I've been thinking about this poem alot lately and it makes me sad...
"The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow
But children grow up as I've learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs; Dust go to sleep!
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep."
*I just watched the movie "King Corn". Made me never want to eat processed food again. I think I need some heirloom non-GMO corn seeds too...
*I want to plant things. I feel like if I could just plant things and hang clothes on a clothesline, everything might just be okay.
*I want to paint things. I feel like if I could just paint things bright colors, maybe I could get by until I could plant things.
*Cub Foods has Cutey Baby cloth diapers (that woman has MAD marketing skills!) and they are on sale this week, so if you are into that sort of thing, get 'em while they're hot!
*I have a new hat. I got it for my dance class for our costume, but I kinda like it. I'm not usually a hat person but I've been wearing this one around lately because it makes me feel like a gangsta. Or a leprechaun...
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