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Middle got a 94 for his solo performance.
The judge wrote that he is a 'very talented musician.'
I'm beaming - crying and beaming. BECAUSE I'M A BIG CRY BABY.
The bluebells are up in my garden. I think. Just let me know if they are called something else - I'm not good at this stuff.
Business cards! Blogher!
I can't help it - I stare at my stats and WANT MORE READERS.
Here in Tuvalu, outdoor lighting has become TREMENDOUSLY IMPORTANT. One cannot simply have a porch light - one's yard must be DRAMATIC.
Statuary doesn't hurt either - as long as it's well lit.
Here at our little hut we have a porch light.
And some pansies.
Pansies in the wagon too -
Note the care I took in planting them?
I've been trying to do my windows-at-night post. I've been attempting some night-time photos whilst driving around fetching Middle from hither and yon. Hither has some great houses.
But it's not working. It may be the camera. It may be my driving. It may be that I'm afraid of being arrested. But it's not working.
We did a big food shop yesterday and bought a bunch of this:
when I opened the drawer and offered some to Oldest he said:
NO, THOSE ARE THE PISS-ME-OFF SIZE,
and I knew just what he meant.
Someone make me some of these -
YOU, you fabric art blogger - I know you are there...
We watched this the other night -
and, really, that is two hours of my life I'd like back.
I know, I know, Almodovar is a genius. And Penelope is easy on the eyes and ears, but MY GOD. LIKE WATCHING GRASS GROW. And to hear that they padded her ass because she is too skinny is just an insult to my intelligence - and hers. I don't know, maybe it was better seen in a theater.
We've been watching these guys and reminiscing - Oldest grew up on Bugs as there was no Nickelodeon.
Do you know the one where they try to outdo each other in a vaudeville act?
Daffy does a magic trick that can only be performed once -
it's comedy gold.
And speaking of comedy gold: I went with my breakfast club to see Kathy Griffin.
Two hours of laughing until our faces hurt. Catch her on youtube if you can, and look for the bit about taking her parents on the lesbian cruise of Alaska.
I can't do it justice.
I need to clean out our pantry. We have one shelf full of stuff that resembles bird food. Any time someone goes in there for a snack I'm hopeful they will choose the ancient flax seed crackers or the cro-magnon era mixed nuts, but no one wants them.
This box of matzohs is three years old.
And, believe it or not, THEY WERE A GIFT. We don't even eat matzohs.
I've become enamored of folding my plastic bags into little memorial squares. I cannot possibly expand on this topic.
Talk to you later.
The judge wrote that he is a 'very talented musician.'
I'm beaming - crying and beaming. BECAUSE I'M A BIG CRY BABY.
The bluebells are up in my garden. I think. Just let me know if they are called something else - I'm not good at this stuff.
Business cards! Blogher!
I can't help it - I stare at my stats and WANT MORE READERS.
Here in Tuvalu, outdoor lighting has become TREMENDOUSLY IMPORTANT. One cannot simply have a porch light - one's yard must be DRAMATIC.
Statuary doesn't hurt either - as long as it's well lit.
Here at our little hut we have a porch light.
And some pansies.
Pansies in the wagon too -
Note the care I took in planting them?
I've been trying to do my windows-at-night post. I've been attempting some night-time photos whilst driving around fetching Middle from hither and yon. Hither has some great houses.
But it's not working. It may be the camera. It may be my driving. It may be that I'm afraid of being arrested. But it's not working.
We did a big food shop yesterday and bought a bunch of this:
when I opened the drawer and offered some to Oldest he said:
NO, THOSE ARE THE PISS-ME-OFF SIZE,
and I knew just what he meant.
Someone make me some of these -
YOU, you fabric art blogger - I know you are there...
We watched this the other night -
and, really, that is two hours of my life I'd like back.
I know, I know, Almodovar is a genius. And Penelope is easy on the eyes and ears, but MY GOD. LIKE WATCHING GRASS GROW. And to hear that they padded her ass because she is too skinny is just an insult to my intelligence - and hers. I don't know, maybe it was better seen in a theater.
We've been watching these guys and reminiscing - Oldest grew up on Bugs as there was no Nickelodeon.
Do you know the one where they try to outdo each other in a vaudeville act?
Daffy does a magic trick that can only be performed once -
it's comedy gold.
And speaking of comedy gold: I went with my breakfast club to see Kathy Griffin.
Two hours of laughing until our faces hurt. Catch her on youtube if you can, and look for the bit about taking her parents on the lesbian cruise of Alaska.
I can't do it justice.
I need to clean out our pantry. We have one shelf full of stuff that resembles bird food. Any time someone goes in there for a snack I'm hopeful they will choose the ancient flax seed crackers or the cro-magnon era mixed nuts, but no one wants them.
This box of matzohs is three years old.
And, believe it or not, THEY WERE A GIFT. We don't even eat matzohs.
I've become enamored of folding my plastic bags into little memorial squares. I cannot possibly expand on this topic.
Talk to you later.
Comments
It mus tbe overwhelming to be surprised liek that by your child...
I should show my son all those chocolate but I would be MEAN!
Congrats on your lovely flower potting, you did just great.
Not as the night shots I am afraid, but we can all see what you mean though...
Ummmh, it's only 9AM here and you already posted today's post??? Do you get ANY sleep at all?
upon
a red
wagon...
(I couldn't resist.)
YAY, MIDDLE!!
Those are lovely business cards, too.
Congrats to Middle, and Oldest made me laugh out loud.
i love the pansies in the red flyer. i looked at it twice and said, 'oh my god, they're still in the flat from the nursery!'.
i like to think you have quality readers, if not quantity.
No! Wait!
You are the Judd Nelson.
I just know it.
Kim
(Yay for Middle!)
Flag folds for Bags? Yipes! I fold but don't go all America on them.
My matzos have a mitzvah. I don't know from Holyland.
The going-nuts-with-exterior-lighting? Happening here, too. And our neighbors, THE PUTZ FAMILY (yes, with the Lamborghini that looks lonely in our subdivision) not only lit all their Exterior Features and Landscaping, they put some lights on our landscaping, too. You know, to make their landscaping look really tasty. But, once again, they forgot to ask us. My husband got so mad about it (They take too many liberties) that he turned all the lights to shine in their windows. I prefer the good old energy-saving single porch light, as you do.
Oldest nailed it with those trifling candy bars. One is forced to eat 3 or 4 of the things.
If you can fold plastic bags like a flag, you can make prayer flags. Even if you don't have a sewing machine.
Can't K instruct you on a lens for night photography? I was looking so forward to that series.
I like the chair on your front porch.
That seems like a really great way to avoid studying...
2) re: outdoor lights...Uplighting. It's the signature of the late-90's Christopher Lowell craze. He was to "uplighting" like Rachael Ray is to "E.V.O.O." And they both drive me crazy.
Thanks for all the laughter since then.
xx