Pet Peeve #10 - Gnome Sweet Gnome

Thanks to a friend of mine, I took Jill, Dax, and Jace to dinner tonight at Angie's. It was quite enjoyable and I am so lucky to have the wonderful kids that I do that make dinner out fun and entertaining. On our way home, Dax was talking about the leprechaun he caught in school today. I asked him what it looked like and told me it was about 2 feet tall and green. I asked him if it looked like a garden gnome and he told me that he didn't know what a gnome was... which leads me to...

Pet Peeve #10 - Where are all the gnomes?

For a little adventure tonight, I decided that I would take the kids on a gnome search. We traveled up and down the western streets of Logan between 400 N and Golf Course Road until sundown. No gnomes in sight. Jill decided to google gnome etiquette in hopes of finding out what happens to them in the winter and we found the following information quite funny:

• gnomes eat jelly and like to drink gin from a thimble
• they don't wear leather
• their shoes are made of felt or wood
• they care for wounded animals
• girl gnomes braid their hair until they get older then they tuck in under a scarf
• they are our friends
  

Still, we don't understand where our little "friends" were hiding out tonight. Perhaps they are all underground guarding their precious treasures in anticipation of once again frolicking in the sun or perhaps they are on strike. Whatever the reason, I am getting a garden gnome this summer and I am going to leave it out all winter...

Beans & Wieners

OVER BEANS & WIENERS




I heard a big crash in my basement this afternoon. Dax was down there by himself and I had a feeling he had had something to do with it. I called down and asked him what had happened and he said, "Oh nothing mom". He then quickly followed it up with, "Love you". This is when I knew without a doubt he had something to do with it.

Another BOUNTIFUL experience!

Here's another post dedicated to my new addiction... Bountiful Baskets. I cannot begin to tell you how wonderful this is. I haven't ordered for over 2 weeks because I added the 20# fruit basket last time and it was way too much fruit for my little family to eat in a week! Unless I find someone willing to 1/2 it with me, I don't think I'll do that again. The 1st basket has plenty of fruit in it for the 5 of us.

Today I picked it up in Mendon which is much closer to my house and very easy to get to. Here's what we got for $16.50:

9 bananas
1 bag of apples
1 pkg strawberries
1 pkg blueberries
7 kiwis

1 head cabbage
1 acorn squash
2 bunches of celery
2 pkgs radishes
2 bunches of asparagus
1 lg & 5 sm cucumbers
2 heads of spinach

I have never cooked asparagus before, so I am looking for some advice. I am thinking some cabbage rolls and a salad sound good this week. Honestly, try it out... you won't be disappointed, you'll save money at the grocery store and you can plan your meals around fruits and veggies instead of meat!

Photo Friday #9 - Art

Seriously, how cute is this? This was a self portrait drawn by Dax in '08. I think he must have been having a great day.

Foot Fetish

One of my favorite nightly rituals is to get my boys out of the tub and inspect their wrinkly feet. I love the wrinkly feet! I love putting lotion on them and kissing them and tickling them...

I think I have foot envy. My feet are U-G-L-Y, but they are mine and we have seen a lot of things together. When Jill was young, she used to think my feet were animals of some sort. I wish I had kept a journal back then because I can't remember what she called them, but they both had names and she would talk to them and love them. I remember being a little disturbed by it, but hey... she must have known they needed the love and attention. Justin tells people I have gorilla feet and that I can climb trees and swing from things with them. I know he is only joking, but it hurts... it hurts real bad. :(

Tonight, I was going to take a picture of my feet, but my camera wouldn't turn on. Either, it knew better and didn't want to have record of such disgusting creatures or my batteries died. I guess you can thank your lucky stars.

Life's a Bish

My co-worker/friend, Jill, gave my daughter, Jill, a pair of beta fish to her for her birthday (long, dull story).

Anyway, Jace was obsessed with watching them and I took this cute picture. Later that evening, Jill (my daughter) was talking about what she wanted to name them. Jace was at the table talking about the "bish". It kind of sounds like b***h when he says it, and we were laughing because he was saying, "Look at the bish, see the bish" etc. Dax was rattling off some names and said, "How about Fishsticks?"

So Jill named her fish... Bish & Fishsticks...

Happy Birthday Jill!

To get the full effect of this post, you will want to listen to "Like a Rolling Stone" to the right. This is Jill's favorite song and this post is just for her. Love you sweetie!

Like An Eighteen Year Old
(to the tune of Like A Rolling Stone by Bob Dylan)

Once upon a time I had a huge waistline
It was almost springtime, feeling fine... waiting for you.
People'd call, say, "Girl or boy", there was so much joy
House full of blankets and toys... waiting for you.
And I didn't shout even though
You took your time coming out
Now I was so dang happy and proud
And ever since then, I've been on a cloud
All these years my love for you I have not concealed.

How does it feel
How does it feel
No longer controlled
Your future is about to unfold
Like an eighteen year old?

You've always been the sweetest girl, Miss Jillie Jay
You got your dad's blue eyes and your mother's wit
And nobody had to tell you how to dress or how to behave
Always your own person and everybody just had to get used to it
You said you'd never go and conform
With the others your age, considered the norm
You've never been in to telling lies
You've been low maintenance and pretty wise
Sometimes I ask myself, are you for real?

How does it feel
How does it feel
No longer controlled
Maturity is taking hold
Your future is about to unfold
Like an eighteen year old?

You never put people down and you don't frown or wear gowns
You really don't mind this town or picking up doggy do
I never understood why you've been so good
There is a hundred other people wishing they had a kid like you
You used to pretend that you were a horse, a dog or a cat
You carried on your shoulder - Skippy the rat
It ain't hard for people to discover that
You love your fam, but your pets are where it's at
Here's hoping you know just how we feel...

How does it feel
How does it feel
No longer controlled
Maturity has taken hold
Your future is about to unfold
Like an eighteen year old?

Being a Tom Boy had me all worried, now I wish you hadn't hurried
Never drinkin', always thinkin'... of future days
Talented in art, many other gifts
You'll always be making me proud, you'd better flaunt it babe
You're always so easily amused
From the dino in purple, to Chapelle and the language that he used
Gaming, texting, being loud, you can't refuse
You got everything and you don't have to choose
You're finally an adult now, and that's a big deal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
No longer controlled
Maturity is taking hold
Your future is about to unfold
Like an eighteen year old?