Life On The Planet

Questions, Always the Questions

Here are a few of the questions my children have asked me over the last 24 hours (my answers are in parenthesis):

1. "Do I have to clean my room?" (Yes.)
2. "Is there really a Book of Secrets?" (Maybe.)
3. "Where's the jam?" (Fridge.)
4. "Why do I have to clean my room?" (Because.)
5. "Where's the toothpaste?" (Bathroom.)
6. "Why are North Dakota and South Dakota two states instead of one?" (Wikipedia.)
7. "Could I have somma that?" (Probably.)
8. "Are we going to the library?" (Might.)
9. "Are you finished with the computer?" (Never.)
10. "Will it take all day to get my room clean?" (Indubitably.)

They ask. I answer. That's how we roll.

National Treasure 2 is out (& WFMW is up)!

Was it ever worth staying up too late to watch!  The National Treasure movies have done more to get my kiddos interested in history than anything I've ever taught them. They absolutely love those movies.

Now, if they'd just hurry up and make number 3!

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Later, folks...I'm history.

Gender Crisis

Today Tiger said, "Girls are evil!"

A. I suspect the sister.

B. I plan to remind him of that fact when he's seventeen.

Our Crafty Little Entrepreneurs

I am so proud of Butterfly, Aussie Kim's PB&J and their crafty group of homeschooling girls. They sold their handmade crafts at an art fair this weekend.

Butterfly made yarn dolls.

She knows from previous experience that five-year-old girls have a hard time resisting them.

PB&J decoupaged and painted "treasure boxes."

 

A couple of their friends knit the most beautiful scarves. Of course, Butterfly spent all of her earnings on one!

Well, we've got part one of the business plan down: make money. Part two, saving the money, will have to wait for a craft fair without snazzy red scarves!

This Slug's for You

The other day my sister, Aunt the Major, called from Korea. (Yes, South Korea.) She told me that my pistol-of-a-nephew, Minor B, thought my story of how my children created a slug themed Mother's day a couple of years ago because I, his beloved aunt and their beloved mother, had skated across the kitchen floor on a slug was hi-larious. He would.

Anyway, night before last, I decided that I would see if I could drum up any slug photos for my pistol-of-a-nephew, Minor B, so I went on a slug hunt. I took this extremely blurry shot of an icky slug - hey, that sucker was moving- on the front porch! Uck.

This was the best of a really bad lot of photos, so I decided to see if I could improve upon it with photo shop. I fiddled a little with the contrast.

Not much better, is it? How disappointing. At this point, I should left well enough alone, but I was tired, and when I get tired, I tend to get a little loopy. So I decided to see how the icky slug would look desaturated.

Bor-ing! I think he needs a little color.

Freaky. "Hey, Sluggo, are you feeling blue?"

This reminds me of those early animated movies - the ones where they would play with all of those psychedelic colors. Am I right?

I don't know about you, but to me, nothing says "I love my nephew" like a green and orange slug shot.

One more? You want one more? Well, what the heck, why not?

Is it just me, or is it getting bigger?

Sorry, but the slug-fest is over. That's all I can handle for now.

I hope Minor B enjoyed the show 'cause I'll be dreaming about that pink and orange slug for weeks. Ick.

View from the Shotgun Seat

A couple of weeks ago, the kiddos and I were driving home when the heavens opened up and the spit everything they had done on us. So naturally, I tossed the point and click to Salamander and let him have at it. What was I thinking?

This was the storm, as he saw it.

Here it comes...

In the immortal words of Batman, "Ka-POW!"

If he had seen my view, all he would have noticed were the white knuckles.