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Alvin Youngblood Hart. Awesomeness.

The "Silly Science" Dessert Contest

The Vacation Bible School program that the urchins attended this week had somewhat of a science base, so at the "family night" party, the organizers held a "Silly Science" Dessert Contest. The criteria? Something related to science and edible.

Lest I sound like the bitter old hag that I am, let me preface this by saying that the two best displays won first and second prize. Both were volcanoes. One had a dark pink yogurt lava flow; the other had dry ice in the middle. Very impressive, both of them. They deserved to win.

After that? Eh. Not so much. Third place was a Jello seascape. It had a good presentation, and it was mostly edible, but it didn't exactly scream "science fair" to me. Fourth place was Jello Pudding Cups that had some sort of cracker thing sticking up and M&Ms dropped in. I was a lot confused on what it was supposed to be. Some sort of strange smiley faces?

This the first place volcano, just as the lava was beginning to spill forth. On the left you can see the fourth place pudding cup entry.


This was my entry, a gummy insect collection, decided upon in a last minute instant message flurry with PEZmama.


I wimped out and just wrote the common name on the tag, since I couldn't decide which kind of gummy beetle it was. As if it really mattered anyway. (I was leaning toward scarab beetles though.)

The original plan was to make a sheet cake to make it look like a styrofoam board. I decided to go with cupcakes instead because I thought it would work better with the potluck style dinner. I think it did, since they were gone about 10 minutes after the judging.

Anyway, I knew it wasn't a fabulous entry, so I wasn't expecting any sort of a win. But I really thought mine met the criteria better than ol' Pudding Face.

Over

The week of VBS is over. I am thrilled, and now I'm going to sleep for 37 hours.

Coming soon: photos of my magnificent entry for the silly science dessert contest -- my entry which didn't win, but was the only one that anyone actually ate.

So there.

The VBS Effect

Ah yes. You know it. The effect of that week-long Vacation Bible School? Exhaustion.

It's hit us.

We went to VBS at our church already, but a friend called and invited the children to VBS at his church, so we're at it again. Not that it's a bad thing. The children always love VBS. The program the church is using is Power Lab, so my science-loving youngsters are doubly thrilled. But regardless of the fun, the exhaustion still sets in for us around Thursday.

I knew that it was coming. I could see it last night and this morning, so I had planned for us to take it easy this afternoon. We did just that. We spent the afternoon watching Mist (twice), and yet Sass was in inconsolable tears not long before time to go to the church. Why? Because the movie was "so sweet" that she couldn't bear it. For her, that's the fog of exhaustion talking.

So tonight I took Spyder to VBS, and Sass stayed with me.

What did we do? A big fat lot of nothing, most of which involved deciding what flavor ice cream to get at Baskin Robbins.

By the time we returned to the church for the closing assembly, Sass was ready to join her class briefly before being dismissed for the evening.

Tomorrow night isn't really a class night. It's the awards ceremony and the family picnic. We'll be there (with a "silly science" dessert), and I'm certain we will have a great time. But I'm just as certain that we will all be glad that VBS is over.

That's my Spyder

ME: Okay guys. We're going run over to Kroger this morning to get a few things. Start thinking about what should be on the list.

SPYDER: Hang on a sec. I have to pick my nose.

ME: You have to what?

SPYDER: Pick my nose. I can't think when I have boogers.

Story of my life

Well, kinda. Mine was from the, you know, girl perspective. Close enough for this song to make me nostalgic.

As if that takes a lot these days.

Sad

ET Online is reporting that George Carlin has died.

Ah, Rufus. You totally rocked.

Let me make that decision. Thanks.

Today I was driving down one of the main thoroughfares in my little town. It's six lanes, so it's not an insignificant street.

I was driving in the middle lane when -- whoosh! -- water came out of nowhere and rained down upon my little car. I was so shocked that I slammed on my brakes and was nearly smooshed by the massive truck behind me.

Apparently, the girls at Hooters were holding a

"FREE"
CARWASH

Or at least that's what the sign said.

Those kooky Hooters girls. I doubt they're known for their proper use of quotation marks. Or spelling.

But that hideous sign apparently wasn't doing a great job for them, as no one seemed to be taking advantage of the "FREE" CARWASH. To change this situation, they had decided to throw buckets of water on the cars driving down the road.

Oh the brilliance of that plan, throwing water on the vehicles zooming down that six-lane road.

They had better be praising someone for the Hooters Miracles bestowed upon them. First, that the big ol' truck behind me didn't smoosh me. Second, that I was in the middle lane and had to keep driving rather than turning into the parking lot to (ahem) voice my displeasure.

Ugly Betty

I know. I am always so late in watching popular television. I had heard of Ugly Betty, but I hadn't even attempted to watch it. Ugly girl works at fashion magazine? Pass!

Then Julie recommended it.

(aside: I love the Netflix friend section!)

We have very similar tastes, so I thought I might give it a chance. I never really got as far as actually adding it to the queue though.

But I was browsing at the library on Wednesday, and I came across the entire first season in the DVD section.

(aside: My library is beyond fabulous.)

I checked out the first season, and I made Skeeter watch the pilot with me. He was unimpressed. As for me, I loved Betty. She was clever and confident and tenacious. I was much less impressed with the rest of the characters, but I liked Betty enough to continue. Skeeter fell asleep during the second episode, but I started to like the show even more.

I watched the entire first season in three days. Seriously. Three days. I was hooked! Part snarky gab-fest, part trashy soap opera. Loved it! Loved it! The soapy parts are so unapologetically unrealistic and fun, but really what kept me watching was that I liked Betty.

And I counted a minimum of six cliffhangers in the season finale. That's got to be a record. I'll bet that I end up buying season two when it's released.

Oh, that's right. I have a blog.

I have become a schedule-oriented person. I never would have believed it. But now that summer is in full swing and we have no set schedule, it's quite obvious.

This lack-of-a-schedule thing is creating havoc in my life!

Oh, we've been doing loads of fun stuff, but it's just making me crazy that we don't have a schedule for our weeks! I can't even count on the cheap summer movie, since the children were only interested in two of them.

So, the funnest thing we've done this week? Blueberry picking at a local blueberry farm. Yes! We had such a good time, and we have two gallons of the biggest, sweetest blueberries as a result of the outing. The children and I went back this morning to pick more, and we were greeted with a "Picked Out" sign. They'll be reopening next week, so we'll be back then for certain!

Today I made these Blueberry-Lemon Chess Squares that Julie recommended. Let me just say -- pure deliciousness. Rich though, very rich, so make sure you have some milk to have with it.

And just for fun . . . yesterday's earworm tune:



It was satisfyingly infectious.

Miss Rumphius

My children and I read together quite a lot. I'm sure it's not the same for everyone, but I think I spend more time reading aloud than I spend making dinner.

My children have a tendency to ask for the same things over and over (Pippi, anyone?). Most of the time I go along with whatever they suggest.

But one day about a week ago, I didn't ask what they wanted. I just started in on Miss Rumphius. We had read it years ago -- Sass probably wasn't even a year old yet -- so neither of them remembered it. But this time, I think it may become one of the ones we read again and again.

As a young girl, Alice sits at her grandfather's knee in his seashore cottage and hears stories of his travels. Alice decides that's just what she wants -- to travel, then to live in a little house by the sea. Her grandfather agrees that these are wonderful aspirations, but he asks her to add one more -- find a way to make the world a more beautiful place.

For days afterward, the children and I talked about making the world more beautiful, about what exactly did "the world" mean. How far does "the world" reach? Does it have to be something physically beautiful, or can it mean beautiful thoughts or deeds? It sparked excellent discussions, and it helped them start to think of things from a much larger perspective.

I just picked up the book on a whim that day, never expecting that it would give rise to those kinds of discussions. But I'm glad it did.

Day of Dad

In honor of my dad on Father's Day, a reposting of his Dad-isms.

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My dad is quite a character, particularly when it comes to his speech. He's truly part of the old South, and his language is as colorful as any you can imagine.

He has quite a few phrases that I consider "his." Here are a few of them, along with a translation for those who haven't had the pleasure of hearing them in person.

Phrase: You ain't done it.
Meaning: I know you're fibbing, so 'fess up. (Doesn't have to refer to a particular activity; can also refer to thoughts or ideas.)

Phrase: What does that have to do with the price of eggs in China?
Meaning: You've brought in excess drivel. Get back to the topic at hand.

Phrase: Six of one, half a dozen of another.
Meaning: Whatever. It's all semantics. Also, it doesn't matter.

Phrase: What about it?
Meaning: Hey, how's it going?

Phrase: I said if this weather continues there's going to be a whole lot of it.
Meaning: I didn't want you to hear what I said. (He always says this if you ask him to repeat something.)

Phrase: Me neither too also.
Meaning: Yeah; I agree with that.

Phrase: I don't know. My brother went to school that day.
Meaning: I don't know the answer.

Phrase: You stepped in what?
Meaning: I didn't hear what you said.

Life Expectancy

Have you seen this Life Expectancy Calculator?

It's got to be wrong. Mine ended up being 92 with a virtual age of 19! HA!

But I suppose I can look forward to being old and carrying my hearing aid around in a box like my Memaw does.

I don't know that Skeeter would agree

86 As a 1930s wife, I am Very Superior Take the test!

Shamelessly lifted from Mrs. C at Homeschool and Etc.

Summer SAD

Most people have heard of Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD), commonly known around here as the "winter blues."

Winter has never bothered me. In fact, I love it. I know that we don't have the harsh winters that other parts of the country do, but our winter is perfect for me. Once the cooler temperatures start, I feel as if I'm emerging from a cocoon of sorts.

Just today I found out that there is a summer SAD as well, a reverse of the usual SAD. This article about summer SAD in the New York Times is several years old, but it puts a personal face on the problems associated with the disorder.

I get headaches from direct late afternoon sunlight. Not the usual "oh, my head hurts" headache, but the non-localized "oh, I feel sick" headache that can last for hours afterward. Morning sunlight doesn't bother me too much, but the afternoon sun feels so intense that I try to avoid going out then unless I know I won't be in the direct light.

The problem has become worse as I've gotten older, especially in the last few years. And to be honest, I always thought that it was odd. I've never even mentioned it to anyone except my husband because I was more than a little embarrassed by it. Now I'm wondering if there's more to it.

Earworms

Earlier today Skeeter sent me this article on "earworms." No, they're not strange Star Trekian bugs. An earworm is that little musical melody that gets stuck in your head and just will not go away.

Ah, the memories.

When Skeeter and I were in our early marriage days, each of us would make a decided effort to infect each other with those earworms. Sometimes it was blatant, singing at the top of our lungs. More often it was a subtle background humming or singing that one could barely discern on a conscious level. Those would get us every time. Each would find the other person singing or humming whatever annoying song had been chosen.

Is it bragging to say I was brilliant at it? I was. My favorites were show tunes and children's music, mostly because I knew Skeeter couldn't let the guys at work know what music was going through his head. "Hello Dolly" was always a winner, as was "Interplanet Janet."

Little does Skeeter know that sending me that article just opened up a whole new can of earworms for him. It's 12 years and two children later. I'm armed and ready with a whole new set of songs.

"This is the song that doesn't end . . . ."

For the Austen fans

A portrait of Thomas Lefroy is to be for sale soon. Lefroy is rumored to be the inspiration for Pride and Prejudice's Mr Darcy.

(As an aside, I'm currently reading Letters from Pemberly, a modern "sequel" to Pride and Prejudice.)

Remembering

My children loved this. And they still do. We sang it in the car just yesterday.

Things I learned about myself this weekend

Skeeter took the children to a fishing rodeo this weekend. Originally it was just going to be an activity for Skeeter and Spyder, but Sass decided she'd like to go as well. And off they went.

That left me at home -- alone -- for more than two hours. I had no idea what to do. Seriously. I love being alone. I always have. But I haven't had the opportunity to be at home completely alone for more than a couple of hours in, oh, 10 years.

Skeeter (with children) and I (without) parted company at church, after the vacation bible school program and carnival. When I got home, I truly had no idea what to do. No little hands pulling at me. No one asking for something. I sat on the couch in the silence for a while, enjoying the emptiness.

Over the next 18 hours, I did all of the normal things that I do on Friday night and Saturday morning. I folded laundry; I did the dishes; I took a load of things to the thrift store. It wasn't until Skeeter and the children were on the way home that I realized something important.

I have abandoned my hobbies. I used to make soap and do scrapbooking. I was never emotionally attached to the activities, but I did enjoy them. I haven't touched my supplies for either hobby in at least two years. Once I found myself presented with an opportunity to do them, I didn't know where to begin.

I'm not sure where to go from here, but that was a real eye-opener.