but oh, I sure did a lot of this (in between the thunderstorms)
Monday, July 6, 2009
snap back to reality
back home to fleas and camp packing and fleas.
but oh, I sure did a lot of this (in between the thunderstorms)
but oh, I sure did a lot of this (in between the thunderstorms)
Monday, June 22, 2009
Summer is ready when you are
except it feels like fall. or mid-spring.
We're trying to get into the swing of summer, except it's decidedly un-summer-like. We've been trying to pretend it's summer, but strawberry picking just isn't the same when the strawberries are cold.
Tomorrow we leave on a mini end-of-session vacation. The weather report does not look good. It looks like we'll be spending a lot of time at the hotel.
Found this flower at the Good Earth Garden Center.
I spent an entire afternoon going to garden centers in search
of my favorite purple annual. No luck, though.
Dismal strawberry picking.
We're trying to get into the swing of summer, except it's decidedly un-summer-like. We've been trying to pretend it's summer, but strawberry picking just isn't the same when the strawberries are cold.
Tomorrow we leave on a mini end-of-session vacation. The weather report does not look good. It looks like we'll be spending a lot of time at the hotel.
Found this flower at the Good Earth Garden Center.
I spent an entire afternoon going to garden centers in search
of my favorite purple annual. No luck, though.
Dismal strawberry picking.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
sticks
Bousie!
At some point last year, Chris made up a "bouse" that lives in Enzo's armpit. Sometimes it ends up in one of our armpits, but it mostly lives in Enzo's. Every now and then, Enzo heroically pulls the bousie out and throws it across the room. Bousie moves like lightening though- he's always back 3 seconds later.
I got my hands on a copy of Ysolda's Whimsical Little Knits, and two days later, I had used up my last 50 yards of gray Malabrigo. I knew I was saving that yarn for something.
This took all of 3.5 hours (total) to finish.
At some point last year, Chris made up a "bouse" that lives in Enzo's armpit. Sometimes it ends up in one of our armpits, but it mostly lives in Enzo's. Every now and then, Enzo heroically pulls the bousie out and throws it across the room. Bousie moves like lightening though- he's always back 3 seconds later.
I got my hands on a copy of Ysolda's Whimsical Little Knits, and two days later, I had used up my last 50 yards of gray Malabrigo. I knew I was saving that yarn for something.
This took all of 3.5 hours (total) to finish.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
weekend
Even though I'm (mostly) a stay-at-home mom, I really love the weekends. I know that sometimes it seems like my every day is a weekend day, but on the weekends there are two adults and Sunday buffets and Saturday knitting groups, and the Sunday paper and no schooling.
Chris and I had a date scheduled for Saturday night. We planned on going down to the beach, grabbing a bite to eat, and sitting on the wall at Narragansett with our books and some coffee. By the time we dropped the kids off at my mom's house, we were both pretty hungry. For once, we had no dinner reservations, so we just took off down 95.
My psychic button got pushed last week, and before we left, I had a vision of us sitting in the front seat of a tow truck, thinking "at least we didn't have the kids with us." Coming around the Blue Bug curve, we hit a gigantic pallet in the middle of the road. It was completely unavoidable. We managed to make it to Chris' office a few miles down the road, and when we stopped to check out the damage, there was an unmistakable hiss. I then had a hissy fit, complete with jumping up and down and swearing. I really wanted to go to the beach.
Chris (quickly) changed the tire, and we decided to head back north in case one of the other tires decided to kick it. We ended up eating outdoors at Trinity Brewhouse. It worked out really well. The weather was nice and the (strawberry) beer was yummy. During dinner we were approached by a very drunk man who asked if we were enjoying our evening. Except he was so drunk, I heard "join your evening?" and said "no, thank you." Chris was briefly offended until he realized my "no, thank you" was a response to an assumed proposition.
After dinner we made our way over to Waterfire. Neither of us had been, and it was pretty but way too crowded for my taste. There are a bunch of Rhode Island tourist things I have yet to do- the biggest being a trip to Block Island. Every year, my grandfather and I vow to ride the ferry there before tourist season starts and every year we don't.
I've been knitting like a fiend. This is halfway done.
Annabelle found this in the garage and placed it under a bush.
It is a photo of me and bridezilla.
She made me shave my pits and cover my tattoos for
her fantasy wedding. She was divorced before my hair grew back.
See that glow behind my poofy poofy hair? It's my halo.
Little trees. Annabelle picked these out. I think
they're flowers. We'll see.
A little color. I could not locate my favorite purple flowers.
peppers. many peppers.
Bleeding hearts. One of my favorite plants.
Herb garden
Chris and I had a date scheduled for Saturday night. We planned on going down to the beach, grabbing a bite to eat, and sitting on the wall at Narragansett with our books and some coffee. By the time we dropped the kids off at my mom's house, we were both pretty hungry. For once, we had no dinner reservations, so we just took off down 95.
My psychic button got pushed last week, and before we left, I had a vision of us sitting in the front seat of a tow truck, thinking "at least we didn't have the kids with us." Coming around the Blue Bug curve, we hit a gigantic pallet in the middle of the road. It was completely unavoidable. We managed to make it to Chris' office a few miles down the road, and when we stopped to check out the damage, there was an unmistakable hiss. I then had a hissy fit, complete with jumping up and down and swearing. I really wanted to go to the beach.
Chris (quickly) changed the tire, and we decided to head back north in case one of the other tires decided to kick it. We ended up eating outdoors at Trinity Brewhouse. It worked out really well. The weather was nice and the (strawberry) beer was yummy. During dinner we were approached by a very drunk man who asked if we were enjoying our evening. Except he was so drunk, I heard "join your evening?" and said "no, thank you." Chris was briefly offended until he realized my "no, thank you" was a response to an assumed proposition.
After dinner we made our way over to Waterfire. Neither of us had been, and it was pretty but way too crowded for my taste. There are a bunch of Rhode Island tourist things I have yet to do- the biggest being a trip to Block Island. Every year, my grandfather and I vow to ride the ferry there before tourist season starts and every year we don't.
I've been knitting like a fiend. This is halfway done.
Annabelle found this in the garage and placed it under a bush.
It is a photo of me and bridezilla.
She made me shave my pits and cover my tattoos for
her fantasy wedding. She was divorced before my hair grew back.
See that glow behind my poofy poofy hair? It's my halo.
Little trees. Annabelle picked these out. I think
they're flowers. We'll see.
A little color. I could not locate my favorite purple flowers.
peppers. many peppers.
Bleeding hearts. One of my favorite plants.
Herb garden
Friday, June 12, 2009
Manniversary
Today is my and Chris' fifth wedding (elopement?) anniversary.
It seems kind of crazy that we ran off at 23 and 24 and tied the knot. Now 23 seems so young.
Luckily, we've pretty much managed to grow up together. Over the five short years we've been married, we've had two babies, gone through 3 moves, had our best friends move across the country and across the world, finalized a second-parent adoption, changed jobs a collective 3 times, gotten through a political campaign, and survived (almost) one session of the House. We've also gotten through countless sleepless nights, several stomach viruses, a few ER visits, and one Very Big Health Scare.
No matter what's going on, he's still the person I call first when something good (or bad or in-between) happens. I'm glad we found each other.
It seems kind of crazy that we ran off at 23 and 24 and tied the knot. Now 23 seems so young.
Luckily, we've pretty much managed to grow up together. Over the five short years we've been married, we've had two babies, gone through 3 moves, had our best friends move across the country and across the world, finalized a second-parent adoption, changed jobs a collective 3 times, gotten through a political campaign, and survived (almost) one session of the House. We've also gotten through countless sleepless nights, several stomach viruses, a few ER visits, and one Very Big Health Scare.
No matter what's going on, he's still the person I call first when something good (or bad or in-between) happens. I'm glad we found each other.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Sturbridge is my Xanax
Old Sturbridge Village has a deal where if you return within 10 days of your original visit, admission is free. I always say that we'll go back, but we rarely do.
I looked at the weather forecast for the next few days and decided that today was our last shot. Also, the kids have been EVIL to each other, and they can not do this when they are strapped into the car. I convinced my friend Kelly that laundry and errands can wait until tomorrow, and that she'd much rather spend the day in 1809.
About halfway through the village, the love for my children had returned. The smell of dirt and old school cooking and fresh milled wood makes me happy. I think we'll end up springing for the family membership in the fall.
unguarded yarn.
the potter.
middle child
their garden kicks my garden's ass
the blacksmith
iron is a poor conductor of heat.
I looked at the weather forecast for the next few days and decided that today was our last shot. Also, the kids have been EVIL to each other, and they can not do this when they are strapped into the car. I convinced my friend Kelly that laundry and errands can wait until tomorrow, and that she'd much rather spend the day in 1809.
About halfway through the village, the love for my children had returned. The smell of dirt and old school cooking and fresh milled wood makes me happy. I think we'll end up springing for the family membership in the fall.
unguarded yarn.
the potter.
middle child
their garden kicks my garden's ass
the blacksmith
iron is a poor conductor of heat.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Sticks
I was supposed to work from 3p-11p today, and at 1:30 one of the nurses called and asked if I would like to take call. This gave me time to get out my little postal scale to calculate whether or not I had purchased enough yarn for this project. If I calculated correctly, I'll have enough to make a 60 inch shawl, which will be fine since I am short.
Being on call means no beer, which is my only complaint about today. We sat outside and had chips, salsa, and homemade guacamole for lunch, and then Chris grilled an excellent dinner. Both meals would have been fabulous with a limey Corona, but I'll take knitting and Sunday papers over work any day.
Being on call means no beer, which is my only complaint about today. We sat outside and had chips, salsa, and homemade guacamole for lunch, and then Chris grilled an excellent dinner. Both meals would have been fabulous with a limey Corona, but I'll take knitting and Sunday papers over work any day.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Work is interrupting my life
I'm working (gasp!) both days this weekend, and I'm pretty resentful that I actually have to interrupt my life (and knitting) for work.
This morning we went down to Pa Bits (or Providence) for a marriage equality rally. We cut out early due to a little hypoglycemia, and headed to the mall for Indian food. While we were there, I bought a new pair of sneakers for walking. My sneaker selection is decidedly more punk than athletic- I've been attempting to get back in shape and I need something that looks dorky but feels comfy.
So now we're home, and I'm going to try to sneak in some knitting before I head out. Today I cast on for the Falling Leaves scarf/shawl. I'm a little bored with my armwarmers, and I need a side project.
Annabelle was in a bit of a mood
until Jenn found a sign for her.
Enzo must also hold the sign.
He has an appropriate serious expression.
I love that my kids love Indian food.
When I was in labor with Annabelle, I breathed
through my contractions in Kabob N Curry, because
labor was not going to stop me from getting my saag.
She smelled like Indian spices for her first few days.
The kids refer to the State House as "Daddy's Office"
This morning we went down to Pa Bits (or Providence) for a marriage equality rally. We cut out early due to a little hypoglycemia, and headed to the mall for Indian food. While we were there, I bought a new pair of sneakers for walking. My sneaker selection is decidedly more punk than athletic- I've been attempting to get back in shape and I need something that looks dorky but feels comfy.
So now we're home, and I'm going to try to sneak in some knitting before I head out. Today I cast on for the Falling Leaves scarf/shawl. I'm a little bored with my armwarmers, and I need a side project.
Annabelle was in a bit of a mood
until Jenn found a sign for her.
Enzo must also hold the sign.
He has an appropriate serious expression.
I love that my kids love Indian food.
When I was in labor with Annabelle, I breathed
through my contractions in Kabob N Curry, because
labor was not going to stop me from getting my saag.
She smelled like Indian spices for her first few days.
The kids refer to the State House as "Daddy's Office"
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Behold!
The orange-bra Lady!
And this little guy made his (or her) second appearance today.
I wonder if it's the same one.
A little bit of googling has led me to believe this is
a Colorado potato Beetle.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Angry gardening
Our veggies are a little late going in this year- when we tilled the soil 2 weeks ago, there were a bunch of grubs in the garden. We treated with predatory nematodes a few days ago. Since the nematodes are microscopic, I'm not entirely convinced that they were actually in that blue sponge. The lady at the garden center may have been cackling as she thought about another sucker who bought a $30 package of "nematodes".
So here it is, June 2, and we're just getting around to planting.
I was in a foul mood yesterday, thanks to the family drama wherein my mom's husband emptied their checking account and half of her house and then disappeared. Today, I remain in a foul mood. He took her Rowenta (and a billion other things that were not his to take). What the fuck.
Angry gardening. Too bad there weren't any grubs in my path. They'd have been grub goo.
this little one made me smile.
it may be my spirit animal.
Hannah is the new Kristina.
She gets to do all the fun stuff
I used to do with my grandparents.
So here it is, June 2, and we're just getting around to planting.
I was in a foul mood yesterday, thanks to the family drama wherein my mom's husband emptied their checking account and half of her house and then disappeared. Today, I remain in a foul mood. He took her Rowenta (and a billion other things that were not his to take). What the fuck.
Angry gardening. Too bad there weren't any grubs in my path. They'd have been grub goo.
this little one made me smile.
it may be my spirit animal.
Hannah is the new Kristina.
She gets to do all the fun stuff
I used to do with my grandparents.
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