May 28, 2004
 
Living on the Edge

I have a plan. Tomorrow I'm going to give the kids a snack, then a late breakfast, then a very late lunch, then ... (drumroll please) ... we're going to have ice-cream for dinner!

Today, when I go grocery shopping I'm going to get a half-gallon of everyone's favorite ice-cream. Five cartons is a good start. Then sprinkles. And cones, maybe waffle-bowls. Maybe I'll even MAKE waffle bowls. Popsicles in the worst neon colors known to man. Some of the twisty-kind. If they have them, Klondike-YorkMint treats. Those are the most awesome ice-cream treats ever!

What I'd really like to find that they definitely won't have here is cherry-browncows. There's one mom-n-pop grocery store near my parent's farm that has them during the summer only. Its cherry-ice-cream on a stick dipped in chocolate.

And I'll need bananas and cherries and whipped cream (cream that has been whipped, not that weird stuff called cool-whip which is really chemicals that have been whipped). You know, real whipped cream is easy. Put the wire beater in your mixer. Dump in a pint of cream. Add two tablespoons of sugar. Turn the mixer on high. Watch it fluff up. Takes about two minutes. And its VASTLY different than the fake stuff. Ick.

That will be the perfect dinner, at least the kids will think so. My husband will roll his eyes and think that I'm "soft", an "easy target" for the kids, while he laughs and builds his banana-split. Maybe he's right, but sometimes that not a bad way to be.

 
Dark Side of the Moon

Warning: vaguely serious entry.

I've been busy with a friend/relative. We're very different. Imagine the Sun compared to the Moon. Gold and silver. Fire and Ice.


FIRE AND ICE BY ROBERT FROST
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

Part of the irony is that passionate desire and cold hate are both extremes of the same emotion, carried in different directions. But that is neither here nor there ...

Samantha and I are opposites. Totally. In almost every way. Except loyalty. I trust her. She trusts me. Thats really all we have in common, when you get down to brass tacks. A bond formed through shared histories. That doesn't keep us from petty argueing, or ignoring each other for months on end when things get busy. Sometimes we call just because we can. Because she wants to share about her new moisturizer. Because I want to share about the color I'm painting the sunroom. Because she wishes I was there, and because I wish she was here. Because she knows I know the real Samantha that's afraid no one will love her once they see behind the sparkley mask, and because I know she knows the real Lucy that's afraid ... The point is that we're opposites, but close in spite of that. (I really need to learn to be more concise).

May 11, 2004
 
Green Kids

I was snuggling Lee (age 4) before I put him to bed tonight. We were singing "Jesus Loves The Little Children".

Jesus loves the little children,
All the children of the world,
They are precious in his sight,
Red and yellow, black and white,
Jesus loves the little children of the world.

Lee: "Does Jesus and God love green children?"

Me: "Ummmm, I don't think he made any green children."

Lee: "Why not?"

Me: "Ummmm ... Well ... ummm, well, grass is green. And there's lots of grass in yards, and remember how we talked about camaflouge and good hiding when we were playing with Easter eggs, well, umm, it might be hard for their mommies to find them."

(pause)

Lee: "I know! God could make their feet a different color, and write their names on the bottom of their feet so their mommies could tell them apart!"

Me: "When you are very very old and go to Heaven, you be sure to talk to God about that."

Lee: "I've got some other ideas for him, too."

I shudder to think what other ideas Lee has!

May 08, 2004
 
Questions Questions Questions

I saw this idea game-thing over at Sheilah's World and it looked like fun. Mind you, it will only be fun if SOMEONE asks me some questions.

"I want everyone who reads this to ask me three questions, no more no less. Ask me anything you want and I will answer it. Then, I want you to go to your journal, copy and paste this allowing your friends (including myself) to ask you anything."

You know what? I don't even mind if you don't put this on your own blog. My blog is all about ice-cream and cotton-candy and slurpees (and funny memories and silly questions). If you want your blog to be about vegetables (and politics and technology), thats cool too. We all need a little variety. Still ... As long as you came to the Island, you may as well play in the "waves".

May 07, 2004
 
Spoil - sport

I know it must seem like I'm obsessed with children's television programs, but I'm not. Really. Its just those seem to be what I watch when the tv is on, because I have children and don't let them watch things like CSI :)

Occassionally, my husband will spoil a show for me. Like Sesame Street. Elmo's World in particular. Did you know Dorothy isn't "Dorothy"? He pointed out that all gold-fish look alike and they probably have a tank of DISPOSABLE goldfish backstage! This would acount for why Dorothy gains and loses weight so noticably. Now, everytime we're watching Elmo, I'm thinking "Ewwww, disposable pets". The magic is ruined.

And dogs. I no longer look at St.Bernards the same way after my dear sweet gentle husband pointed out that he had heard the when the dogs are used for snowy-mountain-rescues their handlers have to stay right behind them because if they find the person they're looking for the dogs think the person is a giant frozen doggie-treat. AND EATS THEM. Yeah, its not like the St.Bernard across the street is a huge threat, but it makes you wonder ...

I suppose we just think differently, extremely differently. An example: Once we saw a few huge crepe-myrtles along the side of a narrow tree-shaded backroad. A hard summer rain had knocked many of the hot-pink petals onto the ground and the road. I blurted out "its so pretty" at the same time he blurted out "what a mess". He's also indifferent to garnish.

Thank goodness he's not indifferent to me :) In fact, today he made me feel so loved that I cried a little. Not much crying, because I look like a puffy beet when I cry, and if he made me that happy he deserves to not have to look at a puffy beet!

May 05, 2004
 
Little Bear

Maurice Sendak (Where the Wild Things Are) is a gifted artist. I suppose thats one reason I enjoy the cartoon "Little Bear". The animation is so ... sweet. It seems as if each stopped second of video could be a pen-n-ink drawing, almost an illustration in a book. Its a very vintage style that brings to mind more innocent times.

The plots are non-existant in the very best way, drifting through whimsical flights of fancy and imagination. And the characters are absolutely sublime. Surely you can see yourself as one of the characters. Even my husband, who doesn't enjoy childrens-programming as an art-form, sees himself in the show. At home he's "Cat", while at work he's "LittleBear".

Personally, I've very torn about who I am. Duck or Owl. (Ironic since I hate birds, don't you think?)

 
Middle of the Night

I've often wondered what people find to blog about in the middle of the night. I never thought I'd find out.

Now I'm too tired to really care. Today's revelations: Land-O-Lakes All-Star Chocolate Milk is BEYOND fabulous. It tastes likes milk with chocolate in it instead of half milk and half chocolate-flavored-corn-syrup. I'm quite shocked, but very pleased.

Another new and exiting product that has graced our house this week is Olay Daily Facial towelettes in "sensitive skin" formula. They actually clean, and they really don't irritate, and they don't smell excessively, and they don't leave a weird taste in my mouth. All good things, in my opinion.

I don't understand how it can be the middle of the night and the temperature is RISING in my house. Thats right. Rising. No big appliances pouring out tons of heat, and the people in the house have been here all day. No sudden big burst of activity or people. And I mean REALLY rising. Five degrees in two hours. And, yes, the heater is off. I checked. Twice. Its too hot to sleep. Ick. I bet all the kids have sinus problems tomorrow. Great. This is turning into a not-so-happy post. At least I'm not in Michigan! There, I'm feeling better already. I really enjoy being "NOT in Michigan".

I think I'm going to go play tetris, and then go to bed with a bag of frozen peas. Now that I've written this, it occurs to me that posts written in the middle of the night generally aren't that good :)

 
 
 
 

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