is the worst kind of time.
it's forgetfull.
forgetfull of non-beach life.
today, i am forced into rememberance
because my watch no longer reads this sand filled ticker
i'm back on normal life time.
it's never quite as dreamy, nor is there is much sand in my children's pants :)
once i get my non-beach self back into order
i will post a birrage of picturage that is sure to delight even the most non-picturesque of folks
but for now,
i will bask in my non-beach glow
and try to attack my yet unpacked state :(
6.29.2009
6.22.2009
6.16.2009
things
tend to happen when you don't want them to.
example a:
our dryer sustained major cardiac arrest on friday night and was moved to the special victims unit (dumpster) leading us to seek out new fluffiness. 27 loads of dirty laundry have piled since it's passing. good luck newbie. you have quite a task ahead of you.
example b:
target this morning.
whilst mid-shop, a vastly catastrophic exhaustion meltdown occurred in the cart in front of me. my cart. i decided to shop as if i heard nothing. i kept my voice calm. i chatted to the boys about the lovely goods as we passed each well organized isle. my mental status stayed in happyville for fear that i would emulate the crying that was coming from amidst my cart.
example c:
i procrastinate.
all the time.
the 2 swimsuits i ordered late last week didn't quite come as expected. as any good online shopper, i ordered the same suit in 2 sizes and 2 different colors, found a free shipping code online, and clicked my way to a happy vacation. i sweated the UPS tracking number all the way to my doorstep this morning, only to find that the 1 suit that fits is quite an unflattering tone of medium aubergine. no time to return. no time to find another well suited suit color for my yet pale complexion. perhaps spray tan is the answer?
example d:
i had a great post idea.
obviously this isn't it.
my memory decided to give out and left me with only half of my own idea. if only the things that enter my brain could stay there. maybe that's what i should invent! a memory system for things you don't want to forget! oh that's right. i already have one of those...it's called a brain :)
example a:
our dryer sustained major cardiac arrest on friday night and was moved to the special victims unit (dumpster) leading us to seek out new fluffiness. 27 loads of dirty laundry have piled since it's passing. good luck newbie. you have quite a task ahead of you.
example b:
target this morning.
whilst mid-shop, a vastly catastrophic exhaustion meltdown occurred in the cart in front of me. my cart. i decided to shop as if i heard nothing. i kept my voice calm. i chatted to the boys about the lovely goods as we passed each well organized isle. my mental status stayed in happyville for fear that i would emulate the crying that was coming from amidst my cart.
example c:
i procrastinate.
all the time.
the 2 swimsuits i ordered late last week didn't quite come as expected. as any good online shopper, i ordered the same suit in 2 sizes and 2 different colors, found a free shipping code online, and clicked my way to a happy vacation. i sweated the UPS tracking number all the way to my doorstep this morning, only to find that the 1 suit that fits is quite an unflattering tone of medium aubergine. no time to return. no time to find another well suited suit color for my yet pale complexion. perhaps spray tan is the answer?
example d:
i had a great post idea.
obviously this isn't it.
my memory decided to give out and left me with only half of my own idea. if only the things that enter my brain could stay there. maybe that's what i should invent! a memory system for things you don't want to forget! oh that's right. i already have one of those...it's called a brain :)
6.13.2009
today...
in an effort to slim down
(something a wordy girl most work hard to accomplish)
i have selected my fav 2
i can take credit for my child stuffing his face with sugary birthday treats.... but i can't take credit for this awesome shot! it's all in the lense of mr. and mrs. talented!
miss hippo stole the show today. as seen here sitting on my child's head, she knows how to work the crowd...and her backside :)
(something a wordy girl most work hard to accomplish)
i have selected my fav 2
i can take credit for my child stuffing his face with sugary birthday treats.... but i can't take credit for this awesome shot! it's all in the lense of mr. and mrs. talented!
miss hippo stole the show today. as seen here sitting on my child's head, she knows how to work the crowd...and her backside :)
3 years ago today...
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it's amazing to think that we didn't know any of what was ahead.
we had no idea how to imagine that in 3 years you would be who you are.
i can't imagine our life without you in it.
each day, you bring more joy.
my sweet foster kade.
happy birthday #3
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6.07.2009
forcast
we made an early dash to the garden today.
i made my way through, delicately giving a hello to each of my growers.
the boys found a way to make mud even muddier.
i came to my brood of tomatoes.
12 sprouting stems, approaching their adolescence.
their young white blooms show how far they have yet to go, but their mounting height shows how very far they have come.
each slender stem has begun to lean under the weight of it's own leafy arms, much to the dismay of these green teens.
as i began to instal wire cages around each one, i realized how pewney these little gems look inside their new entrapment.
these sweet vines have no foresight into their fruit bearing futures.
as the gardener, i know what's ahead.
i know their slender arms will soon be weighted with succulent ripeness so much so they won't have the strength to survive under the extreme weight of their own amazingness.
it is their fruit that will stress them to the point of breaking.
the very purpose of their existence will be the thing that causes strife.
in no way can they glimpse the upcoming forecast of potential drought, late frost, or flood.
they don't even know they are about to grow a brood of tomatoes because they have yet to experience the harvest.
their growing potential has been passed on through generations.
it's in their dna.
they can't change it.
it's who they are.
these sweet stalks need advance planning to survive.
long before the full weight of fruit bearing.
before the storm.
what now looks like a cage will soon be the hope of the harvest.
i've learned you don't water your little ones everyday. a daily watering would keep the roots growing shallow and lazy. they would grow to expect the dousing and would forget how to work hard at developing a deep, strong root structure.
but a less frequent dose sends the roots into uncharted soil.
it's not always pleasant.
they get a little irritated.
they must navigate downward blindly through mud and rocks in search of fluid. all the time trusting that it will eventually come. and when it does, the hard earned roots rejoice because they are stronger through their hardship.
too often, i think like a tomato plant
i think like an adolescent, never been through the harvest, shallow watered tomato plant.
i forget about my gardener.
i forget that he knows the forecast.
i forget my purpose in life.
i get bogged down by my own leafiness.
i don't always see things as i should.
so today, as i love these unknowing greens, i'm remembering that someone is doing the same for me. yes me. an adolescent tomato type of girl.
i made my way through, delicately giving a hello to each of my growers.
the boys found a way to make mud even muddier.
i came to my brood of tomatoes.
12 sprouting stems, approaching their adolescence.
their young white blooms show how far they have yet to go, but their mounting height shows how very far they have come.
each slender stem has begun to lean under the weight of it's own leafy arms, much to the dismay of these green teens.
as i began to instal wire cages around each one, i realized how pewney these little gems look inside their new entrapment.
these sweet vines have no foresight into their fruit bearing futures.
as the gardener, i know what's ahead.
i know their slender arms will soon be weighted with succulent ripeness so much so they won't have the strength to survive under the extreme weight of their own amazingness.
it is their fruit that will stress them to the point of breaking.
the very purpose of their existence will be the thing that causes strife.
in no way can they glimpse the upcoming forecast of potential drought, late frost, or flood.
they don't even know they are about to grow a brood of tomatoes because they have yet to experience the harvest.
their growing potential has been passed on through generations.
it's in their dna.
they can't change it.
it's who they are.
these sweet stalks need advance planning to survive.
long before the full weight of fruit bearing.
before the storm.
what now looks like a cage will soon be the hope of the harvest.
i've learned you don't water your little ones everyday. a daily watering would keep the roots growing shallow and lazy. they would grow to expect the dousing and would forget how to work hard at developing a deep, strong root structure.
but a less frequent dose sends the roots into uncharted soil.
it's not always pleasant.
they get a little irritated.
they must navigate downward blindly through mud and rocks in search of fluid. all the time trusting that it will eventually come. and when it does, the hard earned roots rejoice because they are stronger through their hardship.
too often, i think like a tomato plant
i think like an adolescent, never been through the harvest, shallow watered tomato plant.
i forget about my gardener.
i forget that he knows the forecast.
i forget my purpose in life.
i get bogged down by my own leafiness.
i don't always see things as i should.
so today, as i love these unknowing greens, i'm remembering that someone is doing the same for me. yes me. an adolescent tomato type of girl.
6.03.2009
THMV
you have heard my on-again, off-again relationship with my THMV
(totally hot mini-van)
well, today, i realized that my off-again realationship has rubbed off in an ill advised manner.
whilst buckling in for our outing this morning
i closed my oh-so-tempermental side-sliding door
a few weeks ago, it started...my door decided to frustrate me to no end and fail to close 4 out of 7 times.
i'll explain: i push the "convienient" close button. wait sort-of-patiently as it laboriously closes itself. nearly an inch from complete lock-down, it backfires, and takes is sweet old time returning to an open stance.
i must then repeat the process of closing it (like watching molassas crawl) and hope that it decides to cooperate.
today, it wasn't in a cooperation mood.
i gave my usual sigh/grunt/grimmace
and just as i was about to give my usual irritated utterance,
my oh so patient son finished my sentence, complete with my exact timing, frustration, and horribleness. apparently, he knows me better than i realize.
foster: "Uhhhhh... (sigh/grunt/grimmace) mommy, what's wrong with that STUPID door???"
(totally hot mini-van)
well, today, i realized that my off-again realationship has rubbed off in an ill advised manner.
whilst buckling in for our outing this morning
i closed my oh-so-tempermental side-sliding door
a few weeks ago, it started...my door decided to frustrate me to no end and fail to close 4 out of 7 times.
i'll explain: i push the "convienient" close button. wait sort-of-patiently as it laboriously closes itself. nearly an inch from complete lock-down, it backfires, and takes is sweet old time returning to an open stance.
i must then repeat the process of closing it (like watching molassas crawl) and hope that it decides to cooperate.
today, it wasn't in a cooperation mood.
i gave my usual sigh/grunt/grimmace
and just as i was about to give my usual irritated utterance,
my oh so patient son finished my sentence, complete with my exact timing, frustration, and horribleness. apparently, he knows me better than i realize.
foster: "Uhhhhh... (sigh/grunt/grimmace) mommy, what's wrong with that STUPID door???"
6.02.2009
our evening routine
it's a real drag...
drag race, that is.
if we somehow manage to salvage some portion of our hardwood flooring, it would be quite miraculous.
thanks to a fresh waxing by mr. speedy himself, we are even slipprier than ever before.
drag race, that is.
if we somehow manage to salvage some portion of our hardwood flooring, it would be quite miraculous.
thanks to a fresh waxing by mr. speedy himself, we are even slipprier than ever before.
it is at this point that things go a little looney...perhaps it was the 15 strawberries we ate for dessert...or perhaps it's our lack of stage fright. either way, it's quite charming.
and we would never want to limit ourselves to one genre of racing, so rowan helps us expand our expenditures.
5.25.2009
greenery update
i am continuing my love affair
with my garden
yes, folks, i have found my "should-have-been" profession:
a farmer
like those before me, i come from a long line of farmer-types.
i think i shall join their ranks and become a shovel weilding, garden perusing, chicken chopping, apple preserve canning, suspender wearing, farmer.
it's in my roots, i can feel it.
when those granuals of dirt get under my nails and the fibers of my sweat bead across my forehead, i realize that my joy in such otherwise uncomfortable circumstances comes from my upmost pleasure in watching these little ones grow.
here are some updates on a few of my loves:
radishes
(which i hate, but the weldon men love)
may 4th
may 25th
lettuce
may 4th
may 25th
with my garden
yes, folks, i have found my "should-have-been" profession:
a farmer
like those before me, i come from a long line of farmer-types.
i think i shall join their ranks and become a shovel weilding, garden perusing, chicken chopping, apple preserve canning, suspender wearing, farmer.
it's in my roots, i can feel it.
when those granuals of dirt get under my nails and the fibers of my sweat bead across my forehead, i realize that my joy in such otherwise uncomfortable circumstances comes from my upmost pleasure in watching these little ones grow.
here are some updates on a few of my loves:
radishes
(which i hate, but the weldon men love)
may 4th
may 25th
lettuce
may 4th
may 25th
plus, items in the garden world have cutie-tootsie names, too, which i love :)
a lot of tomatoes i know.
but if you know mr. foster then you know that no amount of tomatoes will be enough. my 12 plants will surely become barren within moments of containing ripened fruit.
mr. f is a tomatoe machine.
our garden conception: "the best things in life" & "and cornstalks"
5.24.2009
i digress
each day i hate having a THMV ever more.
(THMV=totally hot mini van)
i hate it i hate it i hate it.
i miss the wonderful sporty feeling of 4 doors that do not slide.
i miss the rear hatch and it's manual capacities that put my ever shrinking right arm muscles to good use.
truly i do.
i hate that there aren't enough cup holders. why make a mini-van with only 2 cupholders aside a coffee/cold beverage loving driver??
i hate that i can't simply pull into a parking lot and not feel like a washed up mom-wagon.
i feel uncool at all times.
and then i stop by home depot and purchase a sheet of plywood. i head over to ken's nurseries and add several flats of sprouts. i hit a garage sale on the way home and score a 1950's manican for $10 and then swing over and pick up a rhototiller from my father in law. i still manage to fit it all beside my 2 strollers, mother's day gear bag of gardening supplies, a biraage of sand toys and enough cracker crumbs to fill yankee stadium.
and then i remember...
oh that's right.
i like my mini-van
(THMV=totally hot mini van)
i hate it i hate it i hate it.
i miss the wonderful sporty feeling of 4 doors that do not slide.
i miss the rear hatch and it's manual capacities that put my ever shrinking right arm muscles to good use.
truly i do.
i hate that there aren't enough cup holders. why make a mini-van with only 2 cupholders aside a coffee/cold beverage loving driver??
i hate that i can't simply pull into a parking lot and not feel like a washed up mom-wagon.
i feel uncool at all times.
and then i stop by home depot and purchase a sheet of plywood. i head over to ken's nurseries and add several flats of sprouts. i hit a garage sale on the way home and score a 1950's manican for $10 and then swing over and pick up a rhototiller from my father in law. i still manage to fit it all beside my 2 strollers, mother's day gear bag of gardening supplies, a biraage of sand toys and enough cracker crumbs to fill yankee stadium.
and then i remember...
oh that's right.
i like my mini-van
1950's original
with a knockout figure
i'm working on a demure slipcover to give this lady some privacy so she can be the new cover model for my latest craftiness.
can you imagine my delight finding such a rockin bod at a drive-by garage sale yesterday?
i have been on the hunt for one...
both for my own un-beach ready appearance...
and because a lady such as this tends to be quite pricy
her bargain bin $10 was quite astonishing.
yes, my husband rolled his eyes upon seeing my purchase. he was there when i garage saled an ab roller for $3 several years back. i think i used it once. he knows me too well. i get carried away.
but there is something endearing about this scantilly clad lady.
i simply couldn't let her just stand there all lonely as other patrons passed her by.
girlfriend needed a hand...or two (not to mention her other missing limbs :)
so fresh and so clean clean
oh the days of ole
when a saturday would be spent perusing a local hot spot
full of spicy mexican food or sparkling mixed cocktails
we would often loftily gaze at the stars from the swing of our hammock
or casually toss a frizbee in the park.
i can remember clearly deciding to work on a home project, but it was often something glamorous like hanging photographs with clint on the lazer-level
or refinishing an old cabinet just for the fun of it.
the spring in our step was spry
and the money in our pocket was fluffy
fast forward to yesterday.
saturday.
we rented a 24 hour carpet steamer from the local Giant
fit with an upholstery attachment that we put to good use.
never in my life have i hated and loved anything more
if you have ever taken on such a task you know well the world of pain it brings about upon attempting to empty and refill this mammoth
its clumsy and loathsome body weight takes nothing short of the incredible hulk to carry it up a flight of stairs.
but the result of freshly scented and unbelievable clean household carpets...oh my.
i think i'm in heaven.
second only to a house filled top to bottom with cheese curls,
this is the best thing a house can be filled with.
amid our torture, i regretfully admitted i should tackle my ever disgusting mom-mobile.
after removing what seems to be an impossible amount of continents from within my vehicle
i found an even more impossible mess of dirt and soil from within my floor mats.
sure to be mainly pee having been sprayed from potty-training lack of aim
i scoured my mats for an hour and came away with 2 points instilled in my mind:
1. steam cleaners are one of the best inventions of all time
2. potty-training and car potties do not mix. 5 second rule does not apply, even if it is a delicious french fry.
the next time you are looking for a delightful way to spend your saturday, don't rent a steam cleaner.
but do rent one if you feel the need to invoke self torture and at the same time renew a spirit of freshness that exudes from within freshly steamed carpetries.
it might just be the best saturday ever...er uh, now that it's over and today is sunday, then it might just be the best sunday ever...because today i get to return the steam cleaner :)
when a saturday would be spent perusing a local hot spot
full of spicy mexican food or sparkling mixed cocktails
we would often loftily gaze at the stars from the swing of our hammock
or casually toss a frizbee in the park.
i can remember clearly deciding to work on a home project, but it was often something glamorous like hanging photographs with clint on the lazer-level
or refinishing an old cabinet just for the fun of it.
the spring in our step was spry
and the money in our pocket was fluffy
fast forward to yesterday.
saturday.
we rented a 24 hour carpet steamer from the local Giant
fit with an upholstery attachment that we put to good use.
never in my life have i hated and loved anything more
if you have ever taken on such a task you know well the world of pain it brings about upon attempting to empty and refill this mammoth
its clumsy and loathsome body weight takes nothing short of the incredible hulk to carry it up a flight of stairs.
but the result of freshly scented and unbelievable clean household carpets...oh my.
i think i'm in heaven.
second only to a house filled top to bottom with cheese curls,
this is the best thing a house can be filled with.
amid our torture, i regretfully admitted i should tackle my ever disgusting mom-mobile.
after removing what seems to be an impossible amount of continents from within my vehicle
i found an even more impossible mess of dirt and soil from within my floor mats.
sure to be mainly pee having been sprayed from potty-training lack of aim
i scoured my mats for an hour and came away with 2 points instilled in my mind:
1. steam cleaners are one of the best inventions of all time
2. potty-training and car potties do not mix. 5 second rule does not apply, even if it is a delicious french fry.
the next time you are looking for a delightful way to spend your saturday, don't rent a steam cleaner.
but do rent one if you feel the need to invoke self torture and at the same time renew a spirit of freshness that exudes from within freshly steamed carpetries.
it might just be the best saturday ever...er uh, now that it's over and today is sunday, then it might just be the best sunday ever...because today i get to return the steam cleaner :)
5.23.2009
zoo duo
i love then and now
i love to see the change
and remember the way we were
back when we were who we were back then
these zoo pics from may 07 are so precious.
foster looks so different it's hard to believe it's the same child.
i strolled through the zoo with my single strolling on clowd nine.
i strolled through the zoo with my single strolling on clowd nine.
i silently snickered to myself as i saw all those double strollers and thought "i am SO glad i only have one kid!!"
i loathed all of those kid-ridden moms who had all of their zoo-exhausted children at attention span-zero as they crowded our paths and messed up our oh-so-quiet zoo lunchen expirience.
little did i know, on this very day at the zoo in may 2007, i was 2 weeks pregnant with rowan :)
us at the zoo this past week:
and yes, the zoo is a little more hap-hazard with 2 zoo-goers.
our more mobile friends covered the span of the zoo at least an hour earlier than us.
and bennett's hat is hands-down my most favorite thing in the entire zoo.
this tall fellow was certianly a favorite of miss kendall and mr. foster...
despite our slow-going adgenda, a few more tantrums and definatly more run-aways...it was twice the fun amidst twice the chaos :)
5.12.2009
caution
i just had to post the following pics
i am in love with all of them
i tried to pare down.
this is me...
paring down
beware.
picture heavy
i am in love with all of them
i tried to pare down.
this is me...
paring down
beware.
picture heavy
5.11.2009
in over my stiches
it's official.
it's 2:11 am.
i am still reeling from 6 straight hours of sewing.
for the 10th night in a row.
unable to lore myself into slumber after forcidly keeping my eyeballs pinned open
i retire to my blog.
you see,
i made a judgement lapse of vast proportion.
and being the personature who hates to admit poor decision making
i couldn't bring myself to bail out
so, if you are in cochranville this saturday (wherever that is)
you'll find me touting my wares in my 10x10 booth.
the homespun preperation for said event has been overly daunting.
why do i do it to myself?
is it an attempt to envoke self-torture?
am i inherintly looking for more than i can handle?
do i have invisible pipe dreams of a sucessful venture?
i don't think this weekend's craft fair is going to be the key to my success,
but it may very well be the key to my future insanity.
call me tomorrow
just to make sure i am still awake
it's 2:11 am.
i am still reeling from 6 straight hours of sewing.
for the 10th night in a row.
unable to lore myself into slumber after forcidly keeping my eyeballs pinned open
i retire to my blog.
you see,
i made a judgement lapse of vast proportion.
and being the personature who hates to admit poor decision making
i couldn't bring myself to bail out
so, if you are in cochranville this saturday (wherever that is)
you'll find me touting my wares in my 10x10 booth.
the homespun preperation for said event has been overly daunting.
why do i do it to myself?
is it an attempt to envoke self-torture?
am i inherintly looking for more than i can handle?
do i have invisible pipe dreams of a sucessful venture?
i don't think this weekend's craft fair is going to be the key to my success,
but it may very well be the key to my future insanity.
call me tomorrow
just to make sure i am still awake
5.04.2009
drinkability
his
circa 2004
via dollar store set of 6
i rolled my eyes at the purchase
but he has since proven my shortsighted view incorrect
as his manliness needs...nay requires...such a mug of generous proportion.
it is these man-show approved sippers that welcome my hard working hubby home each night for the past few years.
filling one is the second thing he does upon his homecoming.
they are rugged.
i invite you to try and break one.
it's quite impossible.
they are surprisingly heavy and can catch an arm off guard with their stone like stature.
each can hold an insurmountable portion of contents
and i must admit that everything tastes better when sipped from such a mighty rim.
hers
circa 2008
via $3 for 19 piece set at target on the open box rack.
original price $68.
everything perfectly new despite one un-perfectly chipped plate.
i felt as though i was burglarizing with such a bargain purchase.
i sip from within it my daily lava-like liquids
it can withstand the fire-riest circumstances
yet can fall instantly victim to splintering if mishandled.
i often clutch it's smooth side arm, breesing my fingertips over the delicate leaf embossing.
treasuring the day ahead or behind
it sips alongside my day
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