"But the old man always thought of her (the sea) as feminine and as something that gave or withheld great favors, and if she did wild or wicked things it was because she could not help them. The moon affects her as it does a woman, he thought."
the Sea
thimble
We were spending the day on River Street, walking around a gift shop, when I said "Look Logan", handing her a souvenir thimble, unsure she had ever seen a real one before.
I wasn't remembering, but she was...
" A KISS!" she exclaimed and then fumed when I laughed at her remark...she doesn't like to be laughed at, even if she's been terribly funny (guess she gets it honest, eh?).
We didn't buy the kiss, or the thimble either, but what I found remarkable is that, having never been told anything different, and having never seen one in use, Logan, being told by Peter Pan that a thimble is a kiss believed it to be a kiss.
I wonder if I believe in anything like that- with the best intentions, but still in error.
Unless of course, you believe a thimble IS a kiss ... or could ever be one.
?
* photo courtesy of Kelly Burgess
EdVenture * Columbia, SC
New Look
Oh, and By The Way-- Welcome To Blogger, Ben Ben!
The Great Big Carpet Rebellion
The fact is, for whatever reason, null or void, Chan decided to partake in the spirit of graffiti, leaving giant green "tags" on our newly replaced and not so cheap carpet in the living room, with a permanent marker . . . yep.
Chandler is 7 and often claims to be "more like 9"; he's way past the "should know better stage." Chandler has also been having some anger and growing up issues and I'm sure like most things, we'll work through them and all learn heart warming, Brady bunch reminiscent lessons before moving on to the next episode. Until then there is a simpler lesson at the ready and that is "Little Brothers Love To Rat You Out"
As I confiscated my camera from Fisher, who was recording Chan's attempts at cleaning the mess up before his dad came home, the little spy reported to me " He can't get away with it"
Guest Review II
My review for Mr. Wunderfool,as hosted on my(other)blog, now hosted on his(other)blog and furthermore hosted on this(here) blog...but coming nowhere near THIS blog (for the obvious reasons)
Hotel Burnout
Jefferson Bible
"Jefferson's recasting of the four Gospels of the New
Testament…was an interesting (or not) bit of play intellectualism. Many claim
his "translation" amounts to little more than a paraphrasing of the parts of the
Bible with which he agreed. In fact, a glance at [several earlier translations
of the Bible] might lead one to agree with this assertion. Still, he took it
upon himself to do it, whatever it was he did. He decided that the rules of the
club to which he wished to belong were not the rules he wanted to play by. So
instead of changing clubs, he changed the rule book by literally cutting and
pasting together only the sections that he found relevant to his
interpretation."
I am always intrigued to find that the things we do today have been being done did for quite some time now... nothing new under the sun as one fella used to say.
Four Square City
When Fried Eggs Fly
Landslide
(yes i know other people sing it)
Pirate Gold
Martians Eat Pie
" Some Russians celebrate their birthdays with pie instead of cake."
Later, Lo asked me:
" Momma, what did it say those Martians eat for their birthdays?"
Red Rock Electric Company
Ads Of The World
Click over to Ads Of The World to see the familiar and new, the peculiar and funny.
Just be warned, it's advertising and some of it is European- scantily clad people and brazen ideas may occur occasionally
Hotties on the Wall
*Note- while the hotties are still on the wall(because I think it is kinda funny), the Emperor has been banished, as has the term 'Hottie', from the house until further notice.
Chandler's side
Fisher's Side
To make your very own hottie===>Hottie Maker
More Popcorn
I posted a one word comment: yum.
I received a letter back (gasp!) asking for my address and thanking me for the feedback. I sent my address with a longer explanation of how I had found them on the shelves.
Today, UPS brings me this:
FortuneCookie
(Interesting fish, koi are-- Another day, another post, to be sure)
Once home, I use the remaining five minutes to scarf down the noodles which are my breakfast, lunch and dinner, play my turn in email Scrabble and load frozen pineapple shells ,fruit and chocolate into my car. With only seconds to go and frazzled before the real event even began, I cracked open the fortune cookie- internally joking that I'd take the cookie's advice as gospel truth for guidance through the rest of my day ( what? you don't internally joke? well- don't look at me like that- I do! I happen to like me pretty well and we get along quite swimmingly, myself and i, most of the time anyway)
And this was what my cookie had to say:
WeddingWeekend
- You can build instant muscle definition by hauling folding chairs over steep sand dunes in only a matter of hours.
- Muscle cramps set in within the first 3 minutes.
- You should NOT undertake muscle defining exercise while wearing flip flops.
- If you wear flip flops, you WILL step into an ant bed
- Parking in a DO NOT costs $15 on Tybee Island.
- A parking citation makes a dandy parking permit for the rest of the day.
- Raccoons come out in the daytime too.
- Raccoons will not help carry chairs over sand dunes.
- Bugs come out whenever they want and they do not care if you are having a party- or even a wedding reception.
- And most interesting of all, lighting oil lanterns can be a dangerous yet exhilarating adventure.
(doing something mean always makes me feel better and nothing could be meaner than to allow- nay, encourage- two innocent souls to jump into the pit of despair known as matrimony)
So where do the frozen pineapple shells come in? The reception, of course! Most brides like to opt for the palm tree centerpiece that yours truly has learned to put together. This occasion was no exception.
We improvised by removing the droopy display and adding a tray of marshmallows and cake squares, which wouldn't fit earlier. No one seemed to notice, as they happily dipped everything on the table into the vats of chocolate before and after the main course, still, it was my handiwork and I knew it didn't come out right. . . I hate when things aren't perfect.
(I hear that is a syndrome) At least I'll know better next time.