Yesterday It Rained

Yesterday it rained,
so we did this,

And this...


And then I did this...

And now I know why I shouldn't wonder why the kids always say,
"Mommy you get the piggy plate!" when they set the table.

Daddy always gets the farmer or the duck, sometimes the horse.
Nonie always gets the kitty cat.
Dec is always the dog.

Which, more often then not, leaves me with the pig.

Notice, there isn't a morsel left on it in the picture above.

Oink.

No More Secs.

Yesterday, while we waited for Dec's afternoon bus to roll on up, I figured I'd chip away at the ice on our driveway and walkways before more ice arrived (falling as I type).

I needed Dec's help to hold our swinging gate while I got rid of the ice immediately under it. He really didn't want to help, but did it for a few minutes. Then he let go and the gate closed on my legs. Without realizing it I must have said: please just hold it open for a few more secs. No, no more secs Mommy I don't want to hold on for any more secs!

At first I hadn't even realized that I had said the same phrase to him. I just whipped around with a "What-do-you-mean-any-more-sex-And-who-taught-you-that-word-anyway?!?" look on my face. And then I remembered I'd asked him to hold on for a few more secs. Uh-oh.

But instead of making an issue about it, I just dropped it and started to chip away at another section of the driveway.

But then, all I hear is Nonie is a secser, Nonie is a secser! coming from his mouth.
So I ask politely for him to never say that again.

It sounded like "Nonie is a sexer" and I don't even know what that is but I didn't like it.

And then, because God is Good, the little bus pulled up and Dec jumped aboard.
And simultaneously....because God gives me what I can handle and no more or no less -
Nonie slipped on the ice and banged her head.

And so then I blew kisses to Dec on the bus as I held the bellowing Nonie in my arms.
And next, I smooched Nonie's sweet little head.

The bus roared on up the road and as it did I laughed, because Dec didn't want to hold on for any more secs.

And that was just funny.

I bet God thought so too.

Happy House Homemade...

with love of course......

Dear Mushy Brown Bananas,

Dear M.B. Bananas,

While you gave me angst for a few days --- not 'cause I didn't know WHAT to do with you ----
just that I didn't have the TIME ---- I'd like to let you know that it is official.

I won.

I saw your big, brown bruises and smelled your distinct smell whafting from the fruit basket.

In all its glory I saw it. And smelled it.



And I won. The best of you is in those muffins up there.

P.S. And oh, 'cause I know you're wondering? Yes. Those are chocolate chips.

MY A.D.S.

My "A.D.S." - After Dinner Shuffle (defined in Emah's post just down there, below my post about Enya) this evening was successful.

After I finished paying homage to Enya, I deserved something. Something Sweet.

So, I sashayed to the treat stash and opened a new pack of oreos.

While I pulled back the (rather loud) wrapper, I justified that 4 oreos were deserved.

One for each member of our family.

Made complete sense at the time, even though I was the only one eating them.

'Cause I was the only one still awake.

They were good. Darn good.

All four of them.

Thanks for asking.

From the Archives

LOOK (i'm talking about food again)

WOAH.

I consider myself to be a professional sweet tooth. I spend hard-earned time and money investing my dollars and teeth into all things sugary. I laugh in the face of dentists who say "usually at your age we are more concerned about gum disease"... HAH... four cavities later (and that is just within the past three months)... I think I have found it.

The cookie of my dreams.

I know, I know. It sounds crazy. How can I even say that? I have had some insanely good cookies. Great Harvest Bread Co. (Pine St., Burlington), Vermont Country Deli (Exit 2, Brattleboro)... crazily delicious.

But thanks to Nie, I made these dynamite circles of love with my own two hands. If you have not yet tried her peanut butter cookies then I do declare that you drop everything and smoosh them together.

Holy Cow.

Yum.

This is me, bowing to the cookie (and the non-rain filled sky).

Oh, and Annie, those are your new chairs. You likey?