Saturday, May 31, 2014

Star Spangled Moments

The Man and I, and our friends M and the Hammer, had dinner with some other friends tonight. We had to drive a little bit to get there so M and I had plenty of time to giggle and chortle and cause all kinds of mayhem from the back seat.

Somehow the conversation came around to losing brain cells as we get older, as evidenced through some of the {at the time perfectly} logical things we have said only to find out they are not so logical after all.

I shared a gem from last week. 

I was at a choral concert for my nieces along with K, and J and his girlfriend L. As the concert started, the musical director asked us to stand to sing along with "The Star Spangled Banner". 


I leaned over to J and L and said, "Shouldn't we be singing the national anthem? What kind of school is this anyway?"

They simply stared at me.

And then I realized that "The Star Spangled Banner" IS the national anthem.

Oy vey.


So M said something just as smart tonight while we were in the car. Something about bordering states. Except the states she was referring to do not border us.

Huh. Color me confused.

But I was so very happy to have someone else think like me. I laughed and told her she was having a "star spangled" moment.

That's what I'm calling those momentary brain lapses where the wires get crossed - star spangled moments.


Dinner tonight hurt.

It hurt my checks from laughing too much.

It hurt my tummy from eating too much.

Polenta, chicken and carrots, sausage, salad, marinated mushrooms, grilled asparagus....all combined to make a most delicious meal.

The wine kept flowing, the laughter kept coming, and one story after another rolled off tongues, spurring each other on to tell just one more.

What a glorious night spent with some wonderful friends and companions. Many thanks to T and D, as well as B and G, for the great company and delicious food.



Thursday, May 29, 2014

Well Wishes

E made some very tasty triple lemon cupcakes for our picnic on Sunday night. I am taking some credit for the idea since I requested lemon.

E seems to think I should get no credit since she did all the baking.
Time to bring out the painted clogs.

I love the shiny colors. It's like having a rainbow in the backyard all the time.
L made this oh-so-cute card for J. He has a very. big. exam. to take soon and she wanted to wish him well.


When I got home from work this evening, L and J were in the kitchen chatting with the Man. J could not wait to show me the card.

He knows how much I love crafty things.

And then he showed me the plate pictured below.
Browned butter blueberry muffins.

L made them for him. He graciously shared them with us, after reserving the four largest ones for himself. Apparently there was a full dozen but a few had been consumed before I even got home. L and J worked hard today and needed nourishment.

(Good thing L brought snacks with her since we have no food in the house, as K keeps reminding me. And as I keep reminding K, she can drive to the store and buy food anytime she wants. To which she replies, But that's your job. You're supposed to buy the food. To which I reply, Not anymore. I'm emancipating you.)

They worked all day long painting J's room. We have company coming next weekend and we are in the midst of some room rearranging, turning an extra room back into a guest bedroom.

You know, so we have a place for our guest next weekend to sleep.

There's nothing like a deadline to get things done.


I walked into the kitchen and found J holding the card, just staring at it with a quirky smile on his face.  

He looked at me and said, "Isn't this the cutest card you've ever seen?"

What a softie.

Sunday, May 25, 2014

Food Boss

An impromptu cookout tonight.

J and L were on their way to a new tavern but found out at the last minute that the tavern was not serving food yet.

What? said J. No food? What kind of place doesn't serve food?

Not my place. My place serves food. So they ate with us.


K invited a friend from high school over as well. We haven't seen her friend S in a couple years, since the girls graduated. She fits right in, regaling us with stories of school life and wildlife creatures.

A goose that found its way into the living room via the chimney and had the girls running around the living room in total disbelief. Not sure how they were going to get it out of the house.

A hungry stray cat that S let in the house to feed and then had to referee the inevitable fight between the house cat and the stray cat. It kind of looked like a bobcat, said S, causing the Man to double over laughing and letting the grilled pizza cook a little too long.
L and J were troopers all night long. They pitched in and helped cook, making a most delicious dessert for us.

Holy moly, me oh my. Fantastico. 

This would make a wonderful additional to a brunch menu. I'm thinking Father's Day.
L put J in charge of slicing strawberries. He started in the kitchen, with the rest of us, but that changed fairly quickly.

Don't forget to remove the green leafy top, I told him. And wash them first, I added.

I got it, Mom, he said. And rolled his eyes while looking for a colander to put the berries in. He rinsed the berries and brought them back to the counter. Grabbing a berry, he started to cut into it.

Slice them the other direction, said L, after watching J hack at them for a few swipes.

He gave her the stink eye and kept cutting.

No! Turn them like this, said K, moving the strawberry he was cutting into a better position for him.  He stared at her for a moment.

THAT'S IT! I'm leaving, he said, picking up the knife and the strawberries and marching out of the room.

We just smiled at this back and I said, "That's got to be his worst nightmare. Three women telling him what to do."

Better get used to it, J. 

The women in your life are bosses born leaders.

Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Watered Down

Waterlogue. I can not stop playing with this app.

You may remember from some time ago that I tried my hand at watercolor. It is not easy. Not for me, anyway. I painted a stack of chairs in class one night and brought my painting home to show the Man. He thought it was a bowl.

Not a ringing endorsement for my watercolor skills. 
 So when I found this app, I was ecstatic. 

I don't need to do any painting. I'll just turn all my photos into watercolors!

Tra-la-la. Life is good.
Photo from a recent visit to the {big city} library. Not an exciting photo but it has books in it and that makes it a winner in my book.

You can probably tell that I love libraries. Here is a plug for the local library. 

Go use it.

Free books to read, free wifi to use, free programs for all ages, and friendly librarians.

Total package.
 J on top of a mountain.

The real photo is much more dramatic. 
K. Pretty girl with pretty red shoes.

Tuesday, May 13, 2014

Primitive Social Media

The Man and I went for a hike a few weeks ago on one of the first nice days of the spring season. He had heard of an abandoned dam and thought I might like to see it. 

While we were walking along the river, we found a bench and sat for a while. Listening to the birds and the rushing water, I was glancing around keeping an eye out for bears.

The Man thinks I'm crazy to be so concerned with bears and a little obsessed over the danger we face each time we go out hiking. 

He thinks I'm being dramatic. I think I'm being pragmatic. Neither of us is diplomatic. 

So we walk along, him barreling through the words at breakneck speed and me meandering behind, clicking some sticks together just like in "Parent Trap". The kids used to laugh at me when I would do this and the Man would just shake his head. Didn't stop me.

I don't care what anyone thinks. I'm still alive and haven't been eaten by a bear. 
This tree stood right next to the bench. I sat for a while, reading the initials carved into it. The public declarations of love and couplehood.

And it made me think of Facebook.

Carving symbols into things has been around a very long time - think about all the cave art that exists. Facebook is nothing more than a cave wall, open to any wanderer that passes by and wants to leave his mark.

"What has been is what will be, and what has been done is what will be done, and there is nothing new under the sun."  ~ Ecclesiastes 1:9

Sunday, May 11, 2014

Mother's Day

Snippets from Mother's Day weekend.

J and his girlfriend L made some delicious cookies to bring over to Sissy's house for dinner. Er, for dessert. We haven't stooped to eating cookies for dinner. 



In between batches going in and out of the oven, I got them to pose for me on the back porch. The light was perfect.
J knows what kind of photos I like to take so he started goofing around with L.

She's a good sport and goofs around right back with him.
They are very comfortable in front of the camera. 

Every year for Mother's Day, J and K give me the gift of a photo shoot.

An afternoon when I can shoot and they promise to smile.
We drove over the river and through the woods to the far reaches of who-knows-where and found a beautiful location by a reservoir.
Found a fantastically big wooden door.

Looks like something out of Jack and the Beanstalk, don't you think?
When we got home, I set up the tripod, got the remote trigger, and we set out to get some mother and son and daughter shots.
Not too shabby.
A more accurate portrayal of family life.