I don’t usually wear the ball and chain when I am at home.
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Context: the son asks, “Dad, where is your wedding ring?”
Of course the son only asked because honey dos and kid lists were being handed out at the time.
Category Archives: Silliness
Making Hubby Happy
I am not sure if my blogging will change the world, but it makes my husband happy. Now he can read my mental meanderings rather than listen to them.
Saith Me… Writing
After hitting a writer’s block, actually two (my son’s and my daughter’s) I came up with the following analogies. Unconventional and a bit barnyard, but they seem to be effective. Both kids are now writing pretty cool essays.
A Chocolate Elephant
The following is a common saying in our household.
How do you eat an elephant?
One bite at a time.
Well today we modified this saying.
How do you eat an elephant made of chocolate?
One bite at a time – one bite every day.
Why the change?
First, chocolate seemed much more pleasant than thinking of eating a real elephant. Second, to make it through something as big as an elephant, one needs to be consistent in the task. Eating too much too fast can bring on all sorts of complications. Taking too large of breaks between bites could cause problems as well.
So when you have an elephant of a task to tackle, daily bites will get the job done. Plus it never hurts to eat some chocolate along the way.
A Quiet Moment
Do I accept the quiet of my mind, or do I try to form a thought? I think I will allow the quiet to win…
The Early Bird
They say the early bird gets the worm, but not if the worm store doesn’t open until 10am.
Saith Me… Expectations
Don’t put me on your imaginary pedestal. I am more than capable of imagining one for myself.
A Perk of Having a Teen Driver
When your kids are little, a morning spent in warm sunshine and cool breezes, followed by an hour plus car ride, guaranteed they slept on the drive home.
When they are driving age, you put them behind the wheel and take a nap yourself.
(Note To Concerned Readers: It was my husband who left the driver seat and traded places with our son. I remained in the shotgun seat, trying to avoid taking a nap myself. Not an easy task on undulating, country roads.)
Saith Me… Fog
If the day is so filled with fog that you can’t see past the nose on your face, at least be sure of where your nose is.
A good day to dye… fiber
Dying with ammonia is not nearly as pleasant as dying with vinegar, but cotton and bamboo are not as dye friendly as wool. Spilling a vinegar dye on my arm isn’t such a great concern. It will wash off if I get to it fast enough. It seems the blue ammonia based dye I mixed up to dye a shirt for my husband, simply won’t scrub off, no matter how quick my response is.
Oh and the smell….
Pithy Ponderings 