Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Snow Bunnies

So when I told you a couple of weeks ago that I'd be back tomorrow, I hope you understood that I meant that in the Scarlet O'Hara sort of way- where "tomorrow" is a little more fluid.

I've been in the middle of some very big things.

Like yesterday, I watched a video of an iguana drinking a juice box out of a straw.  Seriously.

And I have spent several hours diligently layering myself with polar fleece and burying my head under a blanket while watching the Food Network, because oh my word you have no idea the weather we've been having.

We've had 3 separate snow events in less than a month, and let me just remind you that we live in the South.  We aren't prepared for that kind of thing.  After last year I did finally wise up and persuade Santa to bring the kids sleds after the unfortunate Rubbermaid incident. 

What?  Have I not you about the Rubbermaid incident?

Well kiddos, it's story time.  Picture it.  It was a dark and cold Saturday evening and the snow was imminent.   Lots of snow.  So Coach and I decided we should go purchase a sled for ourselves.  The children were all away for the weekend, so we were going to act like kids again, break a hip, and get ourselves back in the house where I could proceed with whining about how sore I was. 

And then Coach would call me Dairy Queen of Soft Serve and Weak Sauce and Soft.  And I would agree with him and eat PW's sweet rolls contentedly from the couch. 

Except we couldn't find a sled.  Anywhere.  Because HELLO, it's the SOUTH.  So we decided to become inventive in the Wal Mart.  We scoured every aisle for something that would work.  Coach kept talking about finding sheet metal.  I told him I didn't think Wal Mart had "sheet metal" and thank you very much, but I would prefer not to careen down a hill on a sharp piece of metal only to fillet myself in the name of outdoor fun. 

Enter the Rubbermaid container.  Specifically, a Rubbermaid Under-the-Bed box.  It was shallow and slick on the bottom.  It seemed like a no-brainer.

Well.

In actuality I'd probably say it was at least a 3-brainer, because Coach (aka Bill Nye, the Science Guy) and I were both convinced it was a genius plan.

Turns out, it really wasn't.  So we bought our under-the-bed box, some Epsom salts, and a vat of Ben-Gay, and we went home and waited for the imminent snow. 

Church was cancelled Sunday morning, so we watched a few episodes of Man vs.Wild in order to pump ourselves up, and then we went sledding.  Coach, me, and a RubberMaid Under-the-Bed Box.  We drove to the front of the neighborhood, the main thoroughfare, the place to be seen.

There was no one to be seen.  And I have to say I was glad for that.  It had been a while since I had been sledding, and frankly, my pants were too tight and they kept busting open when I sat down.  (Don't tell anybody)

So, Coach put the box down, and in his most gentlemanly voice told me to sit in it.  And then he sat behind me. 

I need to interject at this point and tell you that this was last January.  This was BEFORE Weight Watchers.  We somehow managed to fit almost 400 pounds into a 30"x20" rubber container.

We defied the laws of physics I tell you. 

And we looked like two praying mantises sitting in a match box.

And we got stuck.  Then we got tickled.  Then we fell over.  Then a family we know, a family which includes two children we teach and coach,  a family which includes a board member, a family we love and respect- well they drove by. 

And they stopped.  And they were laughing.

And there Coach and I were, writhing about on the ice trying to pluck ourselves out of an Under-the-Bed Box.
And so, I made sure we were adequately prepared for the snow this year with proper sleds.

And all I will say is this, it's all fun and games until someone breaks a tailbone.  And this time it wasn't me; I managed to end the day with my rear-end uninjured.

See y'all!

Monday, January 24, 2011

Quick Cute Quotes

Andrea: Sapphire, go get some clothes for today.
Sapphire:  Sapphire get big clothes?
Andrea: How about Sapphire-sized clothes?
Sapphire: Sapphire big!  Sapphire get big clothes!

Sapphire: Mommy, big?  Mommy big?
Onyx: Yeah, mom's gigantic.

Mom: Let's make bird feeders!
Sapphire: We helping birds!  Birds come our house!

Quartz: 3-PO, R-2!  Wookie, wookie hair-do!  Bang, bang, Death Star!  Vader's fleet won't get too far!

And now, some photos:
The reason Sapphire is not allowed to play with markers for several months

Onyx and Sapphire are enjoying the new washing machine.
I have to sneak in and do laundry when no one's watching or I'd never get a turn to use it.


Onyx is teaching Sapphire how to play Mousetrap, with surprising success



Monday, January 17, 2011

Hurricane

Obviously, laziness hit an all-time high at our house this holiday season.  And yes, for the record, in my mind it is still the holiday season. 

I don't like winter.  It's cold, it's dreary, it's dark, and it's really, really cold.  REALLY cold.  I don't like it.  It's a challenge for me to find a reason to go on living every day, and ever since we started Weight Watchers,  the challenge has been compounded, because cheese, chocolate, and caramel have been severely limited here.  And those were my top three reasons for carrying on until spring.

Anyway, enough about that, because Friday I did find a reason to hang on for another week or so. 
Hurricanes.  The ones with rum, not the ones with Sam Champion on television in vintage Land's End Squall Jackets.

The last time I had one was 1992, and I do believe you would have found me in the basement of the SAE house in my jorts and Greek Week t-shirt standing knee deep in water while electric fans simulated an actual hurricane.

It was a lot of effort for a fruity drink.

Then I turned 22 and officially outgrew the Hurricane.  Well, except for when we went to Jimmy Buffet pre-concert parties...and all-inclusive Caribbean resorts.  Hurricanes are a socially acceptable beverage choice in both of those situations.

And apparently they are back in vogue at a fun new restaurant in our town, 55 South.  Southern Living loves it.  So do we.  And because they do authentic NOLA food, they can serve a Hurricane with confidence.  And not being one to buck the system, especially where beverages are concerned, I partook.

And with one sip I was transported back to my college days- all 5 wrinkle-free years of them.  (There was a year of grad school in there).

I love nostalgia.  And apparently I won't frown at rum-flavored drinks with cherries and umbrellas.

See y'all!

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Riddle Solutions

Alright, I'm posting the riddles and their solutions for any interested.

_____________________________________________
_ _ _ _ _

I just can't decide
Whether I'm tall or wide.
One after the other
We all work together.
One of us is as small as a cat;
Together we are much taller than that.


STAIRS
_____________________________________________

_ _ _ _

Nose first, I drown.
Tail first, I sink.
On my back is no good;
on my belly I rest.

BOAT
_____________________________________________

_ _ _ _

Full of teeth, but never eats,
run through raven or cornsilk sheet.


COMB
_____________________________________________
_ _ _ _

Bedecked in white, I stand supreme,
adorned with flowers like a queen.
Though with praise I'm often showered,
I await my turn to be devoured.


CAKE
_____________________________________________

_

Always in traps, never in trouble.
Often in baths, but not in a bubble.
I'm never in drama or tragedy,
though surely the stage holds a place for me.

THE LETTER 'S'

Sunday, January 9, 2011

I'll Be Back


Tomorrow. 

 Everyone is fine- we've just been partying like rock stars (well, the kind of rock stars that have three active children, jobs, and go to bed by 10 each evening).

See y'all!


Saturday, January 8, 2011

Cheapest Trip to Japan Ever

If you ever wanted to go to Japan, but just don't have the money/time, our weekend was probably the next best thing you can find in New Mexico!  After dropping the kids off at Grandma's (thank you, Becky!), we had dinner at Kohnami restaurant in Santa Fe.  They even have tables where you can kneel at them Japanese-style, if your knees and back will allow it.

Then we headed up to Ten Thousand Waves, which, despite feeling very foresty and secluded, is actually only 5 minutes out of Santa Fe.  The rooms are decorated with simple elegance, with themes ranging from Southwestern-Zen to Sailor Moon to capsule-style in an Airstream trailer.  It was kind of expensive to stay the night, but, hey, it feels cheap next to plane tickets.  We put on our yukata and made our way up to the baths, where we soaked for awhile, looking up at the stars and enjoying the contrast between the frosty air and hot hot soaking tub.  We weren't quite spendthrifty enough to try the massages there, but they all sounded good, even though the way they called them "treatments" made me think of Dollhouse in an eerie way.  We finished up by sleeping in . . . ahhhh . . . and getting breakfast burritos.

The kids had fun at their slumber party.  First Grandma took them swimming at the Rio Rancho Aquatic Center, where Quartz went down the waterslide "like twelve times" and Onyx and Sapphire enjoyed the shallow water.  Then they went out to Burger King, stayed up late, and slept in Grandma's bed (Onyx & Sapphire) or on the couch (Quartz). 

I thought the kids would miss us more than they did, but I guess from their point of view we weren't gone that long.  :-)

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Old-Fashioned Riddles

We made up these riddles as part of a puzzle-solving role-playing game.  I present them here for your enjoyment and/or frustration (click "Read More" if you want to read them, and post your guesses if you like).

the puzzle-solvers





_ _ _ _ _ _

I just can't decide
Whether I'm tall or wide.
One after the other
We all work together.
One of us is as small as a cat;
Together we are much taller than that.

_ _ _ _

Nose first, I drown.
Tail first, I sink.
On my back is no good;
on my belly I rest.

_ _ _ _

Full of teeth, but never eats,
run through raven or cornsilk sheet.

_ _ _ _

Bedecked in white, I stand supreme,
adorned with flowers like a queen.
Though with praise I'm often showered,
I await my turn to be devoured.

_

Always in traps, never in trouble.
Often in baths, but not in a bubble.
I'm never in drama or tragedy,
though surely the stage holds a place for me.


Charity Auction!

I strongly believe that the giving spirit is not only for the Christmas season.  You'll see in some of my buttons that there are a few items that help others...please! Look!

Well, one of those is for the Sears family.  Dana, a woman I met on Twitter, is a mom with a beautiful family who has had a terribly rough year.  Check out their story on her blog. This mostly surrounds their journey with their adorable son, Mason, and finding a diagnosis for him.


Then, recently, I met Crystal, who also has a great blog.  Crystal is has a good heart and a wonderful idea. While many of us were wishing we could do more for Dana, Crystal came up with a charity auction.  With the help of quite a few generous friends, fabulous prize after prize were donated. 

Each prize pack offers beautiful items from hair accessories, books, jewelry and even a painting by one of my own friends!  And since all the items are donated by our generous crafters, 100% of the proceeds are going to help the Sears family. 

What are you waiting for?!

Go check it out!

There are quite a few prize packs and what better way to start out your year than lending a helping hand!

CLICK HERE!!