Cowardly
Before I had a family, I used to comfort myself with the idea that if grief or pain ever grew too strong, I could simply take a handful of pills and die. That extra out gave me comfort and courage.I know I have said this before.Now that I have a family there is no longer that offramp.And so instead I find myself chasing my tail and cowering in the corner as the pain wallops.And lamenting that I must stay and FEEL.
Something Fishy
Someone Else is bringing home 42 pounds of salmon and halibut from Alaska.Eh...recipes, anyone? Quickly!
Splitting Heirs
So. Rian had a big bucket (five gallons) of wet molasses sitting out on the newly painted and refurnished lovely front porch. The bucket was waiting to go to the stables. Also, the lid was on very tightly. Aidan had been warned not to touch it.Thank the small gods Rian did not haul it inside, I suppose.So whilst Rian was gathering keys and money and mobile to go out Aidan decided to investigate the molasses bucket despite advanced warning. Somehow he managed to get the lid off AND knock the bucket over. Looking at the tide of orang-esque slime spilling out, he must have had a giant moment of regret and decided not to scream for mom but instead hide quietly behind a chair.His sister who is seven and really should know better, decided to wait and see what would happen.By the time Rian turned on the security alarm and made it out the front door, roughly half of the porch had been consumed by the Molasses Blob.Rian has hosed down the brand new porch rugs.I am trying to match the molasses stain with tea stains on the edges that were not molassasized, as the idea of spreading more molasses on the unstained parts makes Rian physically ill. The smell of concentrated molasses is not...scrumptious.The tea seems to be quite weaker than the molasses. Perhaps coffee grounds mixed in?Also, I am wondering if all the sugar hosed down onto the lawn will kill the poor grass.
Clean Up or...
http://www.retrotogo.com/2007/04/katherine_hamne.htmlRian owns this shirt. I wear it for my own amusement, as it says something about Rian's personality totally unrelated to enviromental issues.Neverntheless, it gets noticed. Rian wore it today and was awarded four different comments. Rian enjoys tallying up how many such are approving, and how many such are disproving.Today it was evenly split.Rian's favorite was "What an INTERESTING shirt" (disapproving tones)
Eggs
This morning, Aidan was dashing about the house nekkid whilst Rian tried to get clothes put on. He was mostly a flash of very white buttocks and tan shoulders.Suddenly he stopped and grasped his genitals with one hand. "Mom! Mom!""Yessss?" said Rian suspiciously. "Look! Look! I have an egg on my penis.""....." thought Rian. And then, "Those are called balls, Aidan. And you have two of them.""No, mom! I'm going to call them eggs!"I am sure Rian never once imagined my life thusly.
Skype Takes Revenge
"Good Morning!
I was wondering if you would be interested in doing a podcast of your novel in the near future; either later this week or sometime next week.....You would need Skype for the podcast and a microphone."
Possible Truths
"Somewhere in Texas there's a village missing its idiot."- Bumper Sticker
