Laylee [to my hairdresser whom she chatted up for a full hour]:Â I have a sister and she’s big and big and bigger as you.
Hairdresser:Â Really?
Laylee:Â Yeah, and she has PINK HAIR!
Hairdresser: Wow. I’d like to see her sometime.
Laylee: Yeah, except you can never see her because she’s like angels. You can’t see angels. They just play around in your bed at night but you can never never see them….
Archives for September 2006
Austrians With British Accents? What the VonTrapp?
I shed a little this week. Okay, I shed a lot. Laylee said, “You look like somebody else’s mom.” I wasn’t sure I was happy with the result until I walked past a mirror yesterday. Staring back at me was my face with Fräulein Maria’s haircut. This I like. …
Tip Tuesday — Toy Story 3: The Mama’s Revenge
Today’s topic is brought to you by Jessica of Sweet Mama Entropy, who gave some great tips on how to organize and store toys back in March. The toys truly do seem to multiply but I don’t see them doing much to replenish my home. …
Get Me a Rubber Bag
Some bugs will be “sleeping” well tonight.
Seeing as we live in the land of cows, sailboats and gigantic soul-sucking slugs, it is not surprising that the grass to creepy-crawly ratio in our back yard is about 6.9 to 1. That is 6.9 bugs, slugs or indescribably weird mobile mutant mucus logs per 1 blade of grass….
Pssst….
Picture of the Prodigal
Boats Can Read but Cows Cannot
Apparently the little boat that sailed into the night reads my blog. On Wednesday I finally called for its return.
Last night at the mariner’s house one small square window was glowing with a dim light, the first sign of life I’ve seen there all summer.
This morning the ship was back afloat the billowing grass, missing only its mast, no doubt having been smashed in some outrageous journey… or taken down for winter storage.
In one field near the house a herd of cows likes to graze. Frequently they can be seen lounging around a sign that reads “Premium Angus Beef: Call for details.” How the rancher gets them to aid in his advertising is beyond me. Needless to say, I fear they are hopelessly illiterate.
Little Sailboat
Where have you gone, little sailboat? Every day I would drive by your house, a small piece of wreckage, seemingly washed far ashore in our little section of suburbia. The tall grass lapped against the peeling paint of your ancient grey-blue mariner’s hideaway. There you floated on the sea of grass, next to an old colorless Impala, its soft top only visible above the waves….
Tip Tuesday-ish — Starting a BookClub
So it’s Wednesday! What could be more fun than doing tips since I didn’t get to them yesterday? Scuba Diving maybe or laying completely alone in a flowered valley at the top of a lonely mountain while birds fly overhead and I am never ever woken up by a three-year-old asking me not to smell bad. By the way, she needs to get her nose examined as badly as Magoo needs a new tuning knob. I smell sweet as a peach….
Creativity
I think you’ll enjoy this awesome talk on children and education if you have an interest in um…children or education.
Speaking of creativity, I have evidence of ballerina class. Please don’t look at these pictures unless you’re prepared to yorch from the cuteness. Please also bear in mind that these pictures were taken through a small dirty window using digital zoom, the window only made dirtier by my head pressed up against the glass. Thanks to the fabulous Kimbo for watching destructo-Magoo so I could enjoy the class.
Someone is so witty and fabulous on the phone that my family was late for our most recent class. Must not speak to Jeana on Ballerina day. Must not speak to Jeana on Ballerina day.
reasons: the man I fell in love with 5 years ago who has carried me through my hard times