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24NOV09

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By the way...
  • Just used the Kitchen-Aid meat grinder attachment The Man gave me for my birthday(!) to grind up some lamb for burgers tonight. Messy. 23NOV09
  • JM is working on his novel; A is practicing piano. School will be finished before lunch today! 23NOV09
  • The Goobs are having a heated discussion about how early humans might have shaved. WTF? 23NOV09
  • Adults who ask children what they will do when they "get out into the real world" should be smacked. Repeatedly. 23NOV09
  • Game night: Stare, Sorry, Scattergories and Settlers of Catan. Ssss. 22NOV09
  • A has turned her room into a hotel w/ gift shop. The sign on her door says, "We have cable!" JM says, "Hey, that's false advertising." 22NOV09
  • Anemone playing "Hark! the Herald Angels Sing." The older JellyMan gets, the more he lives in the universe called "Out." 21NOV09
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    Wednesday
    18Nov2009

    Mossified

    Wednesday
    11Nov2009

    Last Man Standing

    Wednesday
    14Oct2009

    It's Still Wednesday.

    Wednesday
    16Sep2009

    Edible Wolf Peaches?

    Lycopersicon esculentum

    Wednesday
    26Aug2009

    Garden Spider

    Argiope aurantia 

    Monday
    27Jul2009

    Noisy Neighbor Revenge

    What on earth happened to this poor tree?

    Angry beavers, that's what.

    How do I know the beavers are angry?  

    Because they went for the very biggest tree and are chewing it so that it will fall right on the fence. 

    Why are the beavers angry?

    Noisy neighbors, that's why.  This little punk is always having wild parties.  If he were my neighbor, I might chew down a few trees myself, and if my landlord weren't helpful, I might be tempted to cause a little bit of property damage.

    Damage.

    Get it?

    Dam-age?

    Hahahahaha!

    Friday
    10Jul2009

    Wasting Time

    I should probably be cleaning something or weeding something or teaching something, but I've been much too busy playing with my new best friend Poladroid

    It's the cutest application ever.  After you download it, you open it up and drag pictures onto the camera.  It clicks and whirs and spits out a thumbnail onto your desktop to develop.  It's so much fun!

    It's great because you can salvage pictures that aren't quite good enough to frame.  Imperfections are part of the old Polaroid camera's charm.  I like charm.  I think it's because I don't have much of it myself.

    The program is a little buggy (meaning I've had to download it more than twice) but hey, it's Free and Fabulous, and a few weevils never killed anybody. 

    You can play with the pictures in your photo editor afterwards, too.  I decided I didn't really want the frame around my milkweed, so I cropped it out:

    And then I decided that since I was already wasting time, I might as well see what it looks like in black and white.  Me like.

    Crap, I gotta go.  My mother (who has never wasted a single minute in her entire life, God love her) is calling me.  She'll want an explanation for my not cooking something or weeding something or teaching something.

    "Um, I'm doing research."

    "Um, I'm developing my creative talents."

    "All right, all right!  I'm coming!"

    Wednesday
    08Jul2009

    Common Milkweed

    Asclepias syriaca 

    Thursday
    25Jun2009

    Gettysburg, PA: Marsh Creek

    The Goobs were in the creek within five minutes of parking at the campground.

    They were soon out again, but only because they wanted their swimsuits.

    If we're not out on the battlefield, they're in the creek.  They've been having a fantastic time, though JellyMan seems to fall down an awful lot.  (I think he must do it on purpose, but I just smile benignly and go back to my book and my peach iced tea with vodka.)

    Other mothers have been giving me dirty looks because now THEIR children want to play in the creek.  I know how they feel.  Anything could be in that creek - parasites, fishing hooks, human waste, pesticide, leeches, water moccasins.  Yes, they're right to be concerned.

    They should get themselves some peach iced tea and put some vodka in it.  That'd calm 'em down.

    Tuesday
    23Jun2009

    Vacation

    Because all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy (and it doesn't do Jill any favors, either.)