Post Revolution

So a year later my big guy finally saw the clip of me on NBC's "Revolution". 


Me:  "It's on Netflix now, check it out."

Big guy:  "No, mom, I'm busy.  I'll look at it later."


Later...and by later I mean about an hour after I'd fallen asleep and was happily dreaming-n-drooling.  A puddle on my pillow is a sign of some good sleep happenin'.


Big guy:  "Hey, mom!  I just watched you...that was cool!  You looked a lot like the star of the show."


The star is in her early 20s...he was instantly forgiven for waking me up.


Until...

Big guy:  "You both looked dirty."


I'm good with it.  This forty-seven year old broad is happy to look like a dirty chick in her 20s any day.

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My Hallway Mural is Finished!

Yup, I finished it. 

The family has been so great.  Dave thinks it's awesome.  My little guy thinks it's a bit "kiddish" and that I "should have started it a few years ago," but he also thinks it's pretty darn neat.  My big guy says, "That's really cool, mom."  And his girlfriend, the only other human girl that hangs out at my house these days says, "I love the cat.  It's my favorite part."

So there ya go!  The reviews are in.  And I'm giving myself five stars...see 'em?  They're right there at the top.

Oh, and when the light is low, the owls and stars appear to glow.  And now I think I need a black light!

Stop by any time.  The mural loves visitors.


P.S. The actual mural is more of a square shape.  My wonderful husband took a bunch of photos of its parts and seamed them together to create this image.  Thanks, Dave!!!!

 

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In Need of a Manual

So I found a shirt on the side of the road.  A bunch of shirts, actually.  And I've been wearing them off and on for a while now.  All but one, that is. 

Now, I like the shirt.  At least I think I like the shirt.  But really I can't quite figure it out.  I think I know which is the neck hole and which is the waist hole...but truth be told, I'm not 100% sure.  So it sits in my drawer waiting for some stroke of genius to come over me.

I'm pretty sure the shirt must have originally come with a manual.


Suggestions and wisdom are welcome.

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An Early Morning Scare

Sometimes when you think you're not alone, but it turns out you are, that ends up being a good thing.

Case in point:  This morning I got in my car.  I closed my door and saw something out of the corner of my eye.  I turned my head, saw nothing, turned my head...AND THERE IT WAS AGAIN!  My heartbeat accelerated.  I started to perspire just a tad.  I even reached over to lock all of the car doors.  But being me, I accidentally opened my window instead, which nearly gave me a heart attack. 

I got the window back up, managed to lock all the doors, held my breath, and turned my head.  I saw nothing, then turned my head back...and then I figured it out. 

Yes, I was scared of my own reflection. 

My little guy often manages to hit my driver's side mirror as he walks his bike to the back yard through the carport. 


And then slightly sweaty and much relieved me headed off to work.

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Getting a Charge out of It

We got a new dishwasher this week.  We'd put it off forever, understanding and accommodating for our old one's myriad of issues.  We put up with gunk being left on stuff on the top shelf and the loud noises it had been making, but when it literally shocked both of my children...one a surprise first incident and the other because the first shockee told his brother to touch it in the same spot...it had to go.

And we were finally able to right a wrong that was many years old.  About ten years ago when we bought our old dishwasher, we fell in love with it at the store, got it home, installed it, and then realized that the drawer adjacent to the dishwasher was not able to be puled out unless the dishwasher door was open.  Yeesh!  But put up with that we did.  For a long, long time.

And now there's no shocks, now the drawer pulls freely, now we have clean top shelf dishes, and things are awesome.

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A Little Bird Will Make it Better

Tis true.

Quite accidentally we found the secret to keeping cut flowers looking awesome for much, much longer.  On Mother's Day, a couple of weeks ago, my kid and I were doing our Purple Martin volunteer gig.  One of the duties is to clear out sparrow nests so that the purple martins can get in the bird houses that are designed with them in mind.  One of the sparrow nests had a lovely purple flower with a stem in it.  The kid, being the resourceful guy he is, brought it over to me and said, "Happy Mother's Day!"  And I loved it...except for the bit of bird poo that was on it, of course, but just a flick and it was gone.

I took the flower to my car and put it in a glass of water I had in there.  And in my car, in that water, the flower sat for two weeks.  Through being parked in the sun and baking all the day.  Through moments of intense air conditioning.  That flower stayed absolutely lovely.  Until this morning when it suddenly didn't look so great any more.

So here's what the kid and I have concluded:

Bird poo is good for cut flowers.
Extreme heat is good for cut flowers.
Never changing the water is good for cut flowers.

And having been lovingly placed in a nest by a sweet little bird, well, that's the best of all.

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Inspired

I love to "cheat" every once in a while.  From time to time I find myself surfing the web for art subject inspiration.  Usually not...usually there's enough entertaining me in my own life to keep me filled with artistic ideas, but every once in a while it's fun to see what's out there.

So the other day when I was in the back yard hangin' with my chickens and tinkering with some chicken drawing ideas, I pulled out my phone and googled something along the lines of "how to draw birds" or some such thing.  Well, a video popped up.  A video geared to children, no less, and it showed how to draw an owl.  It was adorable and I just had to try my hand at it.  And then I added a background and color to make it more my own.

So much fun!

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Can you take the heat?

The other day the boys and I were challenging each other to eat pickled jalepeño slices.  Me?  No problema.  Big guy?  No problema.  Little guy?  Problema grande.

He took one slice on a fork, delicately put it on his tongue, slowly began chewing, swallowed it...and then the steam started coming out of his ears.  He turned a bit red.  He got up.  He drank water.  A lot of water. 


Me:  "You may want to get some milk, or maybe eat some tortilla chips, dude."

Little guy, upon looking in the fridge:  "I'm gonna eat some whip cream!"

Glug, glug, glug....

Little guy:  "I don't like jalepeños."


It's a funny thing.  When I was pregnant with my big guy, I could not get enough spicy foods.  And when he was little he'd eat salsa like it was chicken noodle soup.  Seriously.  By the bowl, people.  When I was pregnant with my little guy I could not tolerate spicy foods at all...which is so not me.  My little fetuses were serious dietary dictators who had already determined what they liked and didn't like.

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Another Super Power

It's really cool finding out that you have yet another super power...


Dave:  "Kal, someday you have to show us how to cook perfect rice."

Big guy:  "I know how to cook perfect rice."

Dave:  "You know how to cook perfect rice?"

Big guy:  "Yeah, ask mom to cook some rice."

I just try to ignore the fact that this means I'll be the only one in my family who ever cooks rice and focus on the fact that I'm awesome at something.

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