Runaway October

Yeah, I seem to be in a blog­ging slump lately. It seems like every­thing I see that’s cool is not new or has been blogged a bazil­lion times before. Not much is going on in our lives, not much craft­ing because I’m too lazy to clean the kitchen table off, same ol’ same ol’, ya know?

I orig­i­nally started this blog with intents to post things that I had sewn or cooked, but I don’t do nearly enough of it to post often enough. I want to warn my read­ers that my Grandma yells at me if I don’t post enough. (Love you grandma! ) Now I’m think­ing that maybe I’ll just post the stuff that I think is cool?

What do you guys think? Should I stick with crafts and kids, or expand to include extra stuff?

And here’s a lit­tle eye candy for those of us who can’t go out­side with­out fac­ing 3^rd degree burns.

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Three Brazil­ian Soldiers

Don­ald Rums­feld is giv­ing the pres­i­dent his daily brief­ing. He con­cludes by say­ing: “Yes­ter­day, 3 Brazil­ian sol­diers were killed.”

“OH NO!” the Pres­i­dent exclaims as the color drains from his face. “That’s terrible!”

His staff sits stunned at this dis­play of emo­tion, ner­vously watch­ing as the Pres­i­dent sits, head in hands.

Finally, the Pres­i­dent looks up and asks with a shaky voice, “How many is a brazillion?”

While fondling his tes­ti­cles one after­noon, Declan looked up at me and with a straight face stated “Ball in there.”

Doing the only thing a good mother could do, I nod­ded back seri­ously and replied “Hope­fully there’s two, kiddo.”

So last night as the two kid­dos and I crammed into the tub (scary thought, huh?) for a leisurely soak, I real­ized that I say some really stu­pid things.

Don’t make your lit­tle brother angry!!

• Why not? Is he going to turn into an ax-wielding mon­ster. The thought makes me laugh. Those two teeth of his would fit per­fectly into the face of a psy­chopath. Will he turn into the Incred­i­ble Hulk? If he was green maybe peo­ple would stop touch­ing his head. I could tell them he has a con­ta­gious dis­ease. Take that nosy old ladies at the supermarket!

Do you under­stand me?

• Does it mat­ter? Even if the under­stood they’re not going to lis­ten. They can bob their lit­tle heads and say ‘Under­t­snad’, but the point is they don’t care what I say.

Don’t you dare!

• Again, what am I going to do? Put them in a time­out? Big Whoop. Time­out is the same as play time, you just have to face a wall for a cou­ple seconds.

What were you thinking?

• Again, it doesn’t mat­ter. With a lim­ited vocab­u­lary it’s really hard to express that you thought stick­ing your fore­skin in the vac­uum cleaner tube and then clos­ing it would be fun. It’s also hard to explain that cov­er­ing your­self in per­fume, includ­ing open wounds, seemed like a good idea until you feel off the bath­room counter. And even if mama did under­stand you, she’d still be mad. A blank “pity me” stare works better.

Boys! Be nice!

• “We are” is typ­i­cally what I hear. I guess when you’re under 3 run­ning the baby’s foot over with a wooden truck is nice.

What things do you find your­self say­ing as a par­ent that make you won­der why you bother to say it at all?

Aren’t these peachy? I could totally dig one of these nes­tled in the nice green gar­den with lit­tle rock pathways.

The 7 inch thick walls would make per­fect sense in Ari­zona as they are highly energy effi­cient. They would make a great “upstairs” for an mostly under­ground home too.

The Pink Ten­ta­cle arti­cle states that they can be con­nected and cov­ered walk­ways between rooms would be cute, yeah?

They can also be used a free­stand­ing struc­tures, such as a bar or toolshed.

At roughly $30,00 it seems like a rea­son­able con­sid­er­a­tion to me. They can even be made into ‘shrooms and oh how I love cute lit­tle deathcaps.

More info here at Inter­na­tional Dome House and here. Via DIY Maven at Curbly