Friday, July 17, 2009
Praying for Norman
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Pictures of Home
Thought I'd "culture" you a bit.
My neck of the woods has its own special soft drink. It's like a ginger ale. Locals call it ALE8. Some fast food places even carry it "on tap" (as in a fountain drink, because this is a dry county and liquor sales are illegal here.)
Actually, if you want to be technical, the name is Ale8-One. If you say it fast, it might sound like "a late one" adopted as a pun, being a description of the lastest thing in soft drinks in 1926.
The bottles are golden. Well, almost. If you return them, the store will give you $0.30 EACH for the bottles. Crazy to think there's such a recycling program in this neck of the country.
On my way back from the store today, I pulled to the side of the road for a funeral procession. I don't think I ever did that in Phoenix. I love small towns. Except when I have to go to the grocery.
The grocery stores aren't the greatest. According to Time, one reason southerners are so fat is because the grocery stores are fewer. Interesting article, but I don't wholly agree with all the conclusions.
I was in heaven today. Wish I could stay and pick and eat and eat and pick all summer. Then I would be fat.
With the cabbage, I made sauerkraut. Yum.
As a perfect ending to a perfect day, our family went out to eat at Halls on the River. All nine of us ate outside on the patio, right next to the river. The kids threw bread over the balcony to HUGELY fat carps. My dinner? Beer cheese nachos, fried cheese, fried banana peppers, fried hush puppies. Could this be why southerners are fat?Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Tooth Fairy
It didn't convince Mr. Intensity to calm down. It was traumatic, y'all. I'm here to testify.
Walking down the hall, after he was free from torture, he whispered to me, "Mom, there isn't a Tooth Fairy," as if keeping a secret from the dentist.
Well, the Tooth Fairy still brought him a present.
It isn't the typical Tooth Fairy gift. And Mr. Intensity isn't the typical child. Ahem. Bottle caps anyone?
It's 225 glorious feet of nylon string. And I'm proud to report at least 200 feet of it has been unraveled in very important projects, tasks, and imaginative play. Thanks for the wonderful gift, Magaw and Grandpa Majors. You'll find various lengths of said string in your car that we've borrowed.
Bowling
It was inexpensive, too. The games were only $1 each. That's at least twenty attempts at heaving an eight pound ball down the alley. And I mean heave, as in shot put.I think the management was glad to see us go.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Snaggle Tooth
I was in the bedroom and heard the thud in the kitchen, then the cry. You know, the kind of cry that says, "I'm really hurt." Then he said in partial disbelief, "My tooth!!" He slipped on a rug, on hardwood floors. My sister said the same happened to her daughter at 2 years old, resulting in stitches in the forehead.
The dentist pulled his tooth.
It was agony. I think I cried more than him (Mr. Itensity...the dentist didn't cry.)
I'm just thankful it wasn't worse. One bloggy momma recently spent a horrible night in the ER with her almost 4-year old son, who had a concussion. Friday, July 10, 2009
Natural Deodorant
One day my husband came home asking about a deodorant rock. A guy in the gym recommended it to him, said it worked wonderful. Thursday, July 9, 2009
Photos from the Truck
This first one makes me laugh (well, they both make me laugh - that's why I'm sharing.)
Some children are comforted by blankies or soft toys. My child finds comfort from a bungee cord.
He's listening to The Indian and the Cupboard, downloaded from audiblekids.com. It's the best $15 I've spent all summer. It was a sanity saver on our 22 hour drive from Colorado to Kentucky.
The next picture actually shocked me. I *thought* my foot was large at a size 9. It won't be long before his foot is as big as mine!
For those of you with 5ish year old boys - is this foot comparison the same for you? He wears a size 1, I think.
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Happy Birthday America!!
Mr. Intensity participated in a parade this morning, with a hoarde of other Campus Crusade kids. Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Mr. Popular
Hubby came inside and said, "Have you see the posse outside? Grab your camera before you go."
The girls had turned up their dresses so they could carry more bottle caps. In the picture above, you can see the boy on the left doing the same with his shirt. The kids were all so thrilled to have some of the bounty.
I snapped the picture then walked inside. Minutes later I heard chanting. Quietly at first then enthustically louder, "Bot-tle caps ** BOT-TLE CAPS!!** BOT-TLE CAPS!!!"
He had them in the palm of his hands, just where he wanted them.
Mr. Intensity ran onto the embankment "OK, now, I'm going to throw these bottle caps like I'm in a parade and these are candy."
The children scrambled furiously for the pieces of trash, as if they were indeed candy.
He was relishing the fact they were listening and obeying his commands."OK, now, we're going to play hide and seek with these," as he tossed one on the ground. Again, the children scrurried to pick up the treasures.


