Friday, April 27, 2012

Tough Sh*t: Life advice from a fat, lazy slob who did good

Confession:  I got this audio book from the library for the boy.  Trying to be nice and all.  But then I found myself needing something for myself to listen to on my commute and it was only 5 discs after all.

Written and narrated by Kevin Smith, this audio book was just the uplifting entertainment I needed after reading too many holocaust novels in a row.  Just in case you are wondering, Kevin Smith is popularly known as Silent Bob.  He has quite the list of accomplishments, which I'm not going to spell out, but you can read them here if you'd like.  The book is primarily about how Smith decided that he wanted to make movies and how he made that dream happen.  It also talks about how his film career evolved over the years.

I've seen most of his films, but after listening to the book, I feel like I should go back and watch the ones I passed over.  Those would be Jersey Girl, Cop out, and Red State.  Which was my favorite of his films?  Well, I think it's a tie between Jay and Silent Bob strike back and Dogma. 

After stalking the wiki page I learned that Tough Sh*t is actually his fourth book.  hmmm...might have to check out the other books now.

And that we share the same birthday.  Oh, really....

So, if you need a break from the dramas of life.   I think you'll enjoy this book.  Unless potty language is a hot spot with you.  Still, I say try it and see.

Monday, April 23, 2012

Not your average Monday

What to do on a vacation day when you still have to take the girlchild to school?

You go by quad of course.  Leave early enough to have time to explore and pack a picnic lunch for 3.



You take the back roads behind Hazen and alongside Lahontan to end up at the Girlchild's school, just in time for class to start.




You stop to admire the wildlife appropriately.


You photo document your first time at Diversion Dam. 




You let the girlchild eat her lunch in tree, because they just don't make trees like this in our neighborhood anymore.

My creepy, crawlie loving girl

Hey mom, have you given Todd a hug today?

Friday, April 20, 2012

Not quite summertime


The girlchild walks around with boots and her swim suit on hoping against hope that the dad will take pity on her and set the kiddie pool up.

Reminds me of the days I used to ride the horses with my gymnastic suit on.  Only she has a way better haircut than I did.

She can thank me later.
And my mother can pay my therapy bills.

Thursday, April 19, 2012

Blossoms


The peach tree the day before it froze.

I might be turning blue, but I'm still holding my breath for fruit this year.

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Robinson Crusoe

Robinson Crusoe, written by Daniel Defoe, was first publish in 1719.  It is another one of those books that is often required reading in English classes, but apparently none of mine.  Oh, but don't you worry, I was assigned to read the Odyssey three separate times.  Three times.  Somewhere there is an epic failure in English class material coordination.

I assumed That Robinson Crusoe would be a lot like Gary Paulsen's Hatchet only with more primitive tools and for a much longer period of isolation.  I severely misjudged this one.  Since this is such a familiar tale, I don't feel bad typing out the plot spoilers below...if you are one of those people, look away now.

First item: Robinson Crusoe was stranded on the island for nearly 30 years.  During that time he never ran out of gun powder.  Never.  Really?  First he had to fish the barrels of gun powder from the ship wreck out of the ocean and dry them out.  That's pretty lucky in itself.  But using his gun everyday of his island life to kill game to eat and never running out of gun powder....I find that suspicious.

Second item: Brian, from Hatchet, spent several months stranded in the Canadian wilderness.  The stereotypical kid of my generation, chubby, video game playing, my parents are getting a divorce, moody, teenage boy.  He learned quickly to make spears and catch fish and forage for berries in the woods.  I assumed that Crusoe would also find the fish plentiful on his island home.  Or so the hit show Survivor has lead me to believe.  But Crusoe only ate fowl and any goats he could shoot with his rifle.  Really?  You can't whittle yourself a pointy little spear and go snorkeling for tropical fish?

Third item: After 23 years of solitude, except for the parrot he has taught to talk, Robinson Crusoe rescues a cannibal from death.  A cannibal I assume is one step up on the crazy ladder from a volleyball (sorry Wilson).  Instead of taking him in as his new bff, Crusoe names him Friday and takes him as his slave.  After 23 years, was his brain so spongy from lack of use that the only name he can think of is Friday, because that's the day of the week he rescued the lucky sap.  Maybe it just a difference in the times, but if I was forced to talk to myself for 23 years I might not think the first person I meet should now take over all chores, hunting, and once rescued from the island would have to follow me all over the civilized world and give his life for me.

I will give Crusoe credit for keeping his sanity enough to only lose one day in his primitive hatch mark counting method.  Nearly 30 years on the island and he only lost one day.  I try to skip over Tuesday and pretend it never happened practically every week. 

While I really was expecting something more from Robinson Crusoe, all in all it was a decent read.

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

A breezy Sunday afternoon

Easter Sunday traditions with my family involved heading out to the salt flats for a potluck and kite flying.

We haven't done much of that since I became the parent and I felt like I was missing out.



Apparently, if you wait until the Friday before Easter to go kite shopping though, you will have to settle for angry birds.  Not my first choice, but they assembled quickly and were a hit with the under 6 crowd.



It wasn't quite windy enough to get the kites to stay up for any long period of time. 
But we have them now and I have sufficiently impressed the little people with my kite flying skills.

Monday, April 16, 2012

If you move it you lose it

Blurry lego chaos


You know guys, the carpet is dry now.  
At some point I'm going to need to get the couch off of the dining room table
and put it back where it belongs.

Saturday, April 14, 2012

This boy

Mom, don't roll my sleeves up that much.  I don't want Auntie to see my cowboy shirt.  Then she'll think I'm half cowboy, half knight.




Let's see, are there any freshly washed wranglers in here? 

Sorry dude, I promise, tonight I'll do laundry.

Oh, Levis.  These will do.

Look Ma, I crafted!

Actually, my mother is as allergic to messes and sticky fingers as I am. 
She would say, Gross! Why would you do that?
But the kids had fun popping the balloons after the pastel eggs were dry, and I found a use for the tons of embroidery floss I'm never going to need again.

Original idea here.

Thursday, April 5, 2012

That's MY girl!



"Look Emma, your color is getting mixed in with my color."

"You do not want to do that Bob.  It will not be pretty."


My work here is done.

Monday, April 2, 2012

The Color of Happy


How can you not smile when you walk past all that yellow?

Sunday, April 1, 2012

Palm Sunday Ponderings



If you have the time, read this article by Rev. James Martin, it's from last Palm Sunday but still thought provoking and relevant.

I enjoy Palm Sunday, it feels like the calm before the storm in a way.  The next week will be full of church services, silent prayers, washing of the feet, one more fasting day, and then
Easter.

One more week.


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