Goals!

Goals – I has ’em! One of my goals is to get back to a regular blogging habit. To do that, I’m thinking a post per week is gonna be doable.

The only trouble is that I’m already behind schedule. *sigh*

To make up for that, please enjoy this pretty, pretty picture:

We spent last Sunday out on a lake with the kids and the in-laws. We had a picnic at the scenic fish-cleaning station before setting out for an afternoon of tubing. The sun was bright, the temperature was perfect – we couldn’t have asked for better weather. Thank goodness for that, because we ended up rowing back to shore after some engine trouble left us stranded a good half-mile from the dock. Luckily, a passing boater towed us the last fifty yards in. It was a day full of adventures, and a great way to say goodbye to summer.

I can’t believe the kids are heading back to school tomorrow. Where has the time gone?

What about all of you – what have you been up to? What adventures did summer have in store for you?

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Conversations I never thought I’d have

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“You found what? Where?” Photo by Darrell Gough on Pexels.com

As any mom of boys can tell you, you occasionally have some very strange conversations with them. Here’s a recent one I had with my son, Cricket, about something he found in the yard.

Cricket: “Mom! We found a black and white glob of something while we were creature adventuring. You should come and see it.”

My boys love the show Wild Kratts. If you’re not familiar with it, it’s an excellent show all about animals and their habitats. You can learn more about the Kratt brothers here.

Me: “Okay, I’ll be there in a minute.”

*thirty seconds later*

Cricket: “Mom, come on! It’s been five minutes already!”

Me: “I’ll. Be. There. In. A. Minute.”

Cricket: *sigh* “Okay.”

*sixty seconds later*

I venture across the yard to where Cricket is sitting, staring intently at a clump of grass. “Okay, Cricket, what’d you find?”

He looks up from the grass. “Well, we found a black and white glob of something while we were creature adventuring, and I don’t even know what the glob is.”

“Where is it?”

Cricket points. “Right here.”

I stoop to inspect the glob. “That’s dry bird poop, honey. At least, I think it’s dry. Don’t touch it.”

Cricket sighs. “I know, I know, don’t touch nature’s stuff.”

I smile. “No, don’t touch poop. Don’t touch bird poop, cat poop, dog poop, bear poop, elephant poop, your poop…any poop. Don’t touch poop!”

What is it with boys and poop? And why is Don’t touch poop a thing that needs saying?

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Just a boy and his cat

A funny thing happened on my way to bed last night…

Bubbles asked me casually if we could have another cat. One of his classmates was looking for a home for a kitten she’d found. Ours are outdoor cats (Seymour’s allergic), and you can almost never have too many of those when you live out in the country, so I said, “Sure – why not?”

A little while later he came up to me again. “They’re on their way, Mom.”

“Say what?”

It was late. I hadn’t expected said pretty little baby kitty to arrive till sometime the next day. Instead, he arrived just before 10:00 p.m. that night, accompanied by one quiet girl and her tired mama.

This adorable little ball of fluff is called Spitfire. Goodness knows how he came by the name, but Bubbles and I agree that it suits him. After all, he’s not shy about letting us know when he wants our attention (all the time) or when he’s upset that he’s no longer the center of attention (any time we’re not actively adoring him), but his little tiny baby kitty meows are just about the cutest thing I’ve heard in a while. And he’s so tiny! How can you not love something this tiny?

He’s like Baby Groot – too cute to handle! 😀

So tell me – are you a cat person, a dog person, or somewhere in between? Do you have any fur babies?

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Things ’90s girls do at slumber parties

After some discussion, we decided we didn’t actually need to complete this task because we were there for most of our childhood funny stories. And oddly enough, Girl Talk played a part in one of them. 🙂

  1. Drink Clearly Canadian and Surge.
  2. Hit the mall.
  3. Blast the Backstreet Boys and the Spice Girls at top volume.
  4. Play Heartthrob and Girl Talk.
  5. Chill out with Little Nicky.

The corollary to all this, of course, is that we felt super, super old. Okay, I felt super, super old. But it was a heck of a lot of fun. 🙂

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Too cute to handle

Girls’ night means there will be pictures. Girls’ night with my bestie means there will be much silliness.

But who knew girls’ night would mean there would be this much cuteness?

Oh, all right, I totally knew. 😀

How are you spending your Friday night?

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Oh, the joys of life in the Hawkeye State…

In honor of the fact that it’s only 8:00 a.m. and already about as far from a stellar day as it’s possible to get, I thought I’d share a favorite joke of mine. If you’re a long-time reader (or even if you’re not), you may have seen this before, as I shared it some years ago. It’s one of those things that’s funny because it’s true, and I hope you enjoy it.

Dear Diary

August 12
We moved to our new home in Iowa. It is so beautiful here. The hills are so pretty. I can hardly wait to see snow covering them.

October 14
Iowa is the most beautiful place on Earth. The leaves are turned all the colors and shades of red and orange. Went for a ride through the beautiful woods and saw some deer. They are so graceful. Certainly they are the most wonderful animals on Earth. This must be paradise. I love it here.

November 11
Deer season will start soon. I can’t imagine anyone wanting to kill such a gorgeous creature. Hope it will snow soon. I love it here.

December 2
It snowed last night. Woke up to find everything blanketed with white. It looks like…

Bouncy, trouncy, flouncy, pouncy fun, fun, fun, fun, fun

I spent some time yesterday organizing the zillion or so pictures I took in 2016 in preparation for compiling our annual family photo book. It was a complete pain in the butt because I don’t think I did anything with them at all last year, other than move pictures from my phone (which I used way more often than my Nikon last year) onto my computer into a file called “camera pix – need to sort.” It took me forever to get them all sorted, primarily because of this:

Because I am so easily amused, I spent probably a couple of hours trying to make a gif of said bouncy fun. But, my computer being the junkpile that it is, it didn’t want to cooperate. Photoshop kept freezing, and what I wanted to do was bigger than most of the online utilities I found would allow.

Stupid size limits, anyway.

I spent probably half of this morning fooling around with it some more and finally got what I wanted to do cut down to a reasonable size.

Now, to scamper off to dinner before I make some more. 😀 How are you spending your weekend?

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Playing around

lake-of-fogI’ve been playing around with the text from my post a few days back, and I think it works really well as a poem. Maybe better than as a short story, even. I’ve been playing around with Canva again, too, and I really kinda love the way the graphic for this post turned out:

The steady beat of
The rain on the glass
Echoed
The steady beat of
Her tears on the floor.

The fog on the lake
Mirrored the fog in her soul;
She wore it the way
She’d wear an old coat.

If she could just find him,
She’d make him see.
If she could just find him,
Then she would be free.

But the fog hid more
Than her drooping frame,
And the rain did wash
Freedom’s sun away.

She searched through
The windows,
Tore open the door,
But the fog hid her love
Forevermore.

She climbed up the mountain,
She searched high and low,
But the fog hid
Everything
In the valley below.

Then a flash caught her eye.
Without hesitation,
She stepped into the sky.

She dove toward the lake
Where he’d rested his head
On a pillow of stone,
With sand for a bed.
But a trick of the light
Was all it had been,
And the freezing cold water
Welcomed her in.

The bitter blue waves
Stole every breath,
And with tears in her eyes,
She at last greeted Death.

The steady beat of
The rain on the glass
Echoed
The steady beat of
Her tears on the floor.

The fog on the lake
Mirrored the fog in her soul;
She wore it the way
She’d wear an old coat.

If she could just find,
She’d make him see.
But she’ll never find him.

She’ll never be free.

Anyway, it’s the weekend and, now that I’m done working, I’ve got the afternoon to play around in other word gardens. What about you – do you have big plans?

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Power up!

Did you know I have superpowers? I do! Really! 😀 They include, but are not limited to:

  • Telling bad jokes.
  • Recognizing actresses from one 30-second scene in a movie that came out 27 years ago in something new.
  • Having passable good grammar skills.
  • Knowing an impossible amount of random useless trivia.
  • Making my family laugh.

A while back, Seymour and I were discussing what our superpowers would be if we had them, which got me thinking about things I’ve done that a much younger me never ever even considered as life possibilities. We decided that my superpowers would involve bad jokes and grammar, and my new favorite joke was actually a product of this conversation:

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Yes, yes, I know – they’re both groaners. But if I can’t let my nerd flag fly here, then where the heck can I?

How about you – what are your superpowers?

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