What can I say? It's a rainy day.
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Friday, August 7, 2009
Just Like Moby Dick
These things are a freaks of nature.
White pickles.
Weird.
I was thinking I wouldn't be making many pickles this year. Silly me. Somehow, everyone in my whole neighborhood knows that my cucumber plants did aren't doing well and I've been flooded with various Amish cucumbers. The most frustrating were the ones that turned out to be slicers instead of picklers. I could tell because they looked a little... wrinkly... in the jars.
But these!
These are fascinating!
They're... albino! Like the weird dude in the Pit of Despair.
Except they're yummy! And they have nothing to do with torture.
I hope.
Oh, I know! I could make up a song about them! "Pickleweiss, pickleweiss... you look happy to seeee meeee..."
Er. Nevermind.
And won't they be great to eat in the cold winter? When... everything is... white. And we're... uh... sick to death of... uh... white.
Maybe not.
But! Dill pickles are a quintessential American food! And these particular pickles are pure. At a times such as this, when our country is far from purity, our entire governing body could all use this reminder.
In the form of pickles.
Um. Now back to your regularly scheduled broadcasting.
White pickles.
Weird.
I was thinking I wouldn't be making many pickles this year. Silly me. Somehow, everyone in my whole neighborhood knows that my cucumber plants did aren't doing well and I've been flooded with various Amish cucumbers. The most frustrating were the ones that turned out to be slicers instead of picklers. I could tell because they looked a little... wrinkly... in the jars.
But these!
These are fascinating!
They're... albino! Like the weird dude in the Pit of Despair.
Except they're yummy! And they have nothing to do with torture.
I hope.
Oh, I know! I could make up a song about them! "Pickleweiss, pickleweiss... you look happy to seeee meeee..."
Er. Nevermind.
And won't they be great to eat in the cold winter? When... everything is... white. And we're... uh... sick to death of... uh... white.
Maybe not.
But! Dill pickles are a quintessential American food! And these particular pickles are pure. At a times such as this, when our country is far from purity, our entire governing body could all use this reminder.
In the form of pickles.
Um. Now back to your regularly scheduled broadcasting.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Say What, Again?
On one of Jonah's kid song tapes, there's a song based on Psalm 147:1 with these lyrics:
(It's the "P" song in the CD of Bible verses for every letter of the alphabet.)
I just heard Jonah singing this while he played, and I smiled to myself and thought how cute it was...
And then I caught the actual words he was singing.
"Crazy the Lord! Crazy the Lord..."
Aieee.
Praise ye the Lord!
Praise ye the Lord!
Praise ye the Lord!
For it is good to sing praises unto our God.
(It's the "P" song in the CD of Bible verses for every letter of the alphabet.)
I just heard Jonah singing this while he played, and I smiled to myself and thought how cute it was...
And then I caught the actual words he was singing.
"Crazy the Lord! Crazy the Lord..."
Aieee.
Disguises
Jonah brought me a pile of rags from the rag basket in the laundry room.
Said he wanted to dress up "like a monster".
Um... okay.
So I tied rags on him and asked him if he was a monster now...
...and he said, "No, I'm a Dennitbonny."
Yeah, me neither.
Monday, August 3, 2009
Backlog
Sometimes when I'm really busy, I get so behind on posting, that I don't know where to start. It's like I just freeze. Can't go forward, can't go backward.
In effort to alleviate the congestion in my brain, here are the things I could post about, but I'm not (as you clearly can see).
~I could tell you about the two boer goats that showed up on my doorstep (do bard doors have doorsteps?) tonight. They're cute little girls --Pebble and Izzy-- who arrived here free for hauling due to herd downsizing. And I could mention that they're sporting USDA-issue ear tags and movement papers. Which bothers me. Just a little. Or a lot.
~I could tell you about the van we bought. Another junker. A real clunker. A total ker-plunker.
~I could tell you how Nathan's spent a whole day just bringing the dang thing home and the poor guy is just fried. And he's still working on it. After having a heck of a time loading it onto a dolly, then getting it stuck in a driveway, calling a towtruck for a pull, jackknifing it on the way into our driveway (which is an incline-- hard to get the angles right with the speed necessary to get up the hill), sending me down to the neighbor's for a team of horses (the neighbor brought them, not me) to pull the van, still on the dolly, up into the driveway, then working all the rest of the day at getting the bleepety-bleep off the dolly... He's just so done. Did I mention that the transmission is bad, so the front wheels are locked up? Yeah, that's why. It's a mess.
~It's not off the dolly as of this writing, by the way.
~Oh, AND the dolly's owner is taking said dolly on a long trip Wednesday morning.
~I could write about how I've been ignoring my house in favor of... doing other things... and it looks like a bomb went off in here.
~I could lament about my struggles as a wannabe homeschooler with a four year old child who is obsessed with letters and numbers (do you know he was doing math the other day? Adding and subtracting groups of grain buckets on the kitchen floor. It was... stunning.) and on the verge of learning to read, but nooooot quiiiite theeere. So I can't just pile up the books, I have to think of creative ways to fuel his burgeoning passions. And I'm... lazy.
~I could tell you about the new bald spots on my head from this same child's ability to get into all sorts of trouble just out of sheer curiosity.
~Dang, that kid needs a brother.
~I could write about the volunteer sunflower that came up in my garden and is currently pushing 12 feet tall. It's nothing short of a tree. But maybe I'll wait until it blooms and post a picture of it.
~I could post about how I tried to light a pot of boiling grease on fire and then dump boiling water on myself, but I won't. Suffice it to say that God is very good and sends his angels to have charge over us. (Mom, you're looking rather pale. Don't worry, I'm exagerating. A little.)
~And then there's also the ridiculously cool whether we've had. Come ON. This is August in Michigan. I can't say I mind the cool nights --as my Dad says "this is sleepin' weather"-- but I wouldn't mind some daytime temps in the 80's. I'll be very unhappy if winter arrives without having had any summer to get me through.
~Or I could tell you how I've gotten myself adicted to yet another series on Hulu... Castle, and it's really kinda fun... I've never cared for CSI type shows (ugh, BORING), but this one is light and funny, so I could get into it... And maybe I'll stop my blabbering and head over to Hulu...
In effort to alleviate the congestion in my brain, here are the things I could post about, but I'm not (as you clearly can see).
~I could tell you about the two boer goats that showed up on my doorstep (do bard doors have doorsteps?) tonight. They're cute little girls --Pebble and Izzy-- who arrived here free for hauling due to herd downsizing. And I could mention that they're sporting USDA-issue ear tags and movement papers. Which bothers me. Just a little. Or a lot.
~I could tell you about the van we bought. Another junker. A real clunker. A total ker-plunker.
~I could tell you how Nathan's spent a whole day just bringing the dang thing home and the poor guy is just fried. And he's still working on it. After having a heck of a time loading it onto a dolly, then getting it stuck in a driveway, calling a towtruck for a pull, jackknifing it on the way into our driveway (which is an incline-- hard to get the angles right with the speed necessary to get up the hill), sending me down to the neighbor's for a team of horses (the neighbor brought them, not me) to pull the van, still on the dolly, up into the driveway, then working all the rest of the day at getting the bleepety-bleep off the dolly... He's just so done. Did I mention that the transmission is bad, so the front wheels are locked up? Yeah, that's why. It's a mess.
~It's not off the dolly as of this writing, by the way.
~Oh, AND the dolly's owner is taking said dolly on a long trip Wednesday morning.
~I could write about how I've been ignoring my house in favor of... doing other things... and it looks like a bomb went off in here.
~I could lament about my struggles as a wannabe homeschooler with a four year old child who is obsessed with letters and numbers (do you know he was doing math the other day? Adding and subtracting groups of grain buckets on the kitchen floor. It was... stunning.) and on the verge of learning to read, but nooooot quiiiite theeere. So I can't just pile up the books, I have to think of creative ways to fuel his burgeoning passions. And I'm... lazy.
~I could tell you about the new bald spots on my head from this same child's ability to get into all sorts of trouble just out of sheer curiosity.
~Dang, that kid needs a brother.
~I could write about the volunteer sunflower that came up in my garden and is currently pushing 12 feet tall. It's nothing short of a tree. But maybe I'll wait until it blooms and post a picture of it.
~I could post about how I tried to light a pot of boiling grease on fire and then dump boiling water on myself, but I won't. Suffice it to say that God is very good and sends his angels to have charge over us. (Mom, you're looking rather pale. Don't worry, I'm exagerating. A little.)
~And then there's also the ridiculously cool whether we've had. Come ON. This is August in Michigan. I can't say I mind the cool nights --as my Dad says "this is sleepin' weather"-- but I wouldn't mind some daytime temps in the 80's. I'll be very unhappy if winter arrives without having had any summer to get me through.
~Or I could tell you how I've gotten myself adicted to yet another series on Hulu... Castle, and it's really kinda fun... I've never cared for CSI type shows (ugh, BORING), but this one is light and funny, so I could get into it... And maybe I'll stop my blabbering and head over to Hulu...
Saturday, August 1, 2009
For Everything Else, There's a Handful of Pocket Change
A few Little People toys from a garage sale as reward for a little boy for being good while being dragged from one sale to another in a city-wide garage sale: $1
Blurry photo of said little (currently camera-shy) boy playing with said toys and getting one of said toys thrown at head, after which said little boy has to go upstairs for making mad faces at Daddy after being reprimanded: Priceless. GAH!
(Wondering why you don't see pictures of Jonah on this blog these days? There's a reason.)
Blurry photo of said little (currently camera-shy) boy playing with said toys and getting one of said toys thrown at head, after which said little boy has to go upstairs for making mad faces at Daddy after being reprimanded: Priceless. GAH!
(Wondering why you don't see pictures of Jonah on this blog these days? There's a reason.)
Friday, July 31, 2009
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