Happy Fall! I'm completely consumed with yardwork (what oh what shall I do when it's too cold outside?) that my brain can't seem to compose a blog. You do know that these posts hit my brain a couple of days or hours before I actually sit down to the computer?
Anyhow, someone posted a blog post of another caker. She has cakes I haven't reached yet, but soon I will get there. So far I am at 109. That's rather impressive yet nowhere near what I thought I would have at this point in the year.
http://tempestinapot.blogspot.com/2014/09/my-summer-caking.html
Tuesday, September 23, 2014
Thursday, September 18, 2014
18 years ago
September 16 was Mexico's Independence Day. I know this because 18 years ago I was in Cancun with my friends sitting in Senor Frogs. All of the bars were filled to the gills with locals watching El Presidente on TV give a speech. At the end he declared VIVA MEXICO and the crowds erupted with their own VIVA MEXICO!!! We could hear people on the streets cheering. It was crazy. Fun, but crazy.
Two days later we returned home. It could have been Montezuma's Revenge, but it started to sneak into my mind the possibility that, um, maybe, seven years after my last child that I could possibly be pregnant.
That little guy in my header walking on the beach in Destin Florida was my Montezuma's Revenge. It makes me a little weepy to see him so little. He's a senior this year, working, contemplating college, tall enough to touch the ceiling, strong enough to lift big heavy things, mature enough to understand, compassionate enough to care... sigh... none of that matters, though. He will eternally be that little boy walking on the beach in my eyes.
18 years ago was one of the coolest vacations I ever had and it was the turning point of a major life change.
¡VIVA MÉXICO!
Two days later we returned home. It could have been Montezuma's Revenge, but it started to sneak into my mind the possibility that, um, maybe, seven years after my last child that I could possibly be pregnant.
That little guy in my header walking on the beach in Destin Florida was my Montezuma's Revenge. It makes me a little weepy to see him so little. He's a senior this year, working, contemplating college, tall enough to touch the ceiling, strong enough to lift big heavy things, mature enough to understand, compassionate enough to care... sigh... none of that matters, though. He will eternally be that little boy walking on the beach in my eyes.
18 years ago was one of the coolest vacations I ever had and it was the turning point of a major life change.
¡VIVA MÉXICO!
Wednesday, September 10, 2014
Proven Technology
We had another two trees cut down and I guess a little friend found his way inside, a tiny black beetle. It was an insignificant insect, tiny, but the crunchy variety and if you know me, crunchy is ICKY.
My son spotted it earlier but it scampered under something. When it reappeared I was barefoot. I grabbed an empty cup sitting next to me and popped it on top of the beetle. The look on my husband's face was priceless. I explained this was a process used at another house when big ugly waterbugs made their way inside. He expressed concerned about the ability of cup to contain the bug.
"What do you mean? This is proven technology!"
:)
I put on my shoes, removed the cup, and squished the bug.
Oh no no no no... Karma had to rear her head.
The next day I am in the bathroom at work. As I turn on the water to wash my hands the biggest damn cockroach, the ickiest of crunchy bugs, came charging out of the drain. I didn't quite scream, it was more of a yelp. Somehow I managed to rinse the soap off my hands and skeedaddled out of that tiny room as fast as humanly possible. Had a cup been available I could have contained the situation, maybe found a dustpan to scoop up the whole mess and escort it outside - no death necessary.
No, I didn't leave him there for someone else to find but I also wasn't capable of killing it myself. I reported his existence and how he was escorted off the premises was blissfully not in my presence.
My son spotted it earlier but it scampered under something. When it reappeared I was barefoot. I grabbed an empty cup sitting next to me and popped it on top of the beetle. The look on my husband's face was priceless. I explained this was a process used at another house when big ugly waterbugs made their way inside. He expressed concerned about the ability of cup to contain the bug.
"What do you mean? This is proven technology!"
:)
I put on my shoes, removed the cup, and squished the bug.
Oh no no no no... Karma had to rear her head.
The next day I am in the bathroom at work. As I turn on the water to wash my hands the biggest damn cockroach, the ickiest of crunchy bugs, came charging out of the drain. I didn't quite scream, it was more of a yelp. Somehow I managed to rinse the soap off my hands and skeedaddled out of that tiny room as fast as humanly possible. Had a cup been available I could have contained the situation, maybe found a dustpan to scoop up the whole mess and escort it outside - no death necessary.
No, I didn't leave him there for someone else to find but I also wasn't capable of killing it myself. I reported his existence and how he was escorted off the premises was blissfully not in my presence.
Thursday, September 04, 2014
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