Sunday, June 22, 2008

I have another question for Florida

Hello again, Florida. We need to talk.

I'm a fair skinned young lady. I don't mind the tan you rest upon my skin. There's just one little problem. I don't want my face and neck to age due to your power bestowed so effortlessly.

There's just one little problem. I sweat too much and I can't keep the spf on my face. Mary Kay had given me some decent coverage, but I sweat her off in about 10 minutes - even before leaving my house.

I've tried the actual sunscreen stuff too. Thanks, but the flaming reaction my delicate face has to that is so unwelcome and basically, I think, worse than premature aging. I can't walk around with burning redness and eyelids swollen. That basically defeats my whole purpose.

Alright, so Florida, here it is: What am I going to do with you and your blasted wonderful sunny-ness? Will you and my face's need to stay young looking ever cooperate? What will the road to this cooperation look like? Will there be a sign? Some direction to follow? and will it run into my eyes? Because that's pretty much a downer...just in case you weren't sure.

Where the Smurfs live

Since moving to Florida, I'm struck by the influx of the little blue creatures that MUST live under these things. They are insanely large mushrooms that grow up in about a day.

Where previously, there were none, within a day, there is an entire village.

The only thing that doesn't make sense to me is that the smurfs were said to have been 3 apples tall...I just gotta tell ya, there're big parts of me that just don't buy that. Not unless the apples are the size of the little red berries on the holly bushes.

Saturday, June 21, 2008

The joy of counting

This morning - well, more accurately it was afternoon, but I'd only been awake for about 20 minutes - my Mini Mann counted. He told me, just before beginning that he had counted to 105 yesterday and then he asked me if I wanted to see.

Of course I wanted to see (or watch) him count to 105!

He blew way past 105 all the way to 187 before things started to get really exciting. He started spewing joy from the inside straight out of his body. It was leaking everywhere. The impending reality that he was going somewhere great with all of this counting...somewhere that he'd never been before. Some thing was coming soon on this accent in numbers that he didn't know to expect. It was something wonderful. Terribly unexpected!

When he arrived at this magical place of enchantment he squealed. Literally.



He got to 200 and then he didn't know what to do with himself!

Uncharted. Territory. AAAHHHHH!!!!!

It'll be good to look back on this in a few years and remember that there is joy to be had in numbers. I'll make sure and remind him when he gets to multiplication.

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

It's too quiet here...

What the heck is up with that?!

Do you think crazy might be trying to run away with my sanity?

Survey Says??

Pretty dang close to correct - 100

Monday, June 2, 2008

What languages can you speak?

We're sitting here enjoying our not-tomato free, not vegetarian lasagna and Mini Mann is miserably watching us while he's not currently being fed...hahahaha! We're so mean to him.

So, apparently, when he's bored, it's time for all of us to talk about the different languages we know.

Middle Mann then asks, "Uh, Mom? Can you speak FrAAAnch? Whoops! Sorry 'bout that."

Then Sweetie says, "Yeah, pardon his Fraanch!"