Friday, May 29, 2009

makes sense

While attempting a duet:

Me- "Okay. This doesn't sound right."
Anna- "That's because I'm playing the wrong notes."

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Cut it out

A married friend (actually, the mother of the 2 and a half year old from the previous post) sent me this. These men have hit gold.

Saturday, May 23, 2009

Never underestimate their vocabulary

While drying off the two and a half year old:

"No. No, buddy. Don't play with... Hang on, I'm gonna put your pull-up on. No, don't play with your... bottom. No... okay, step in. Dude, stop. Stop playing with... with..."
"My penuhs?"

Don't laugh. Whatever you do, don't laugh.

"Yes." That.

I'm not squeamish... I just don't want to be the babysitter accused of teaching correct anatomical terminology. Unknown to me, this guy already knew it.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009


Today, a friend accidentally called her milkshake a milkshit.

Our resulting laughter was rather uproarious.

Friday, May 15, 2009

kill me. just kill me now.

When Laurie Finn Thallion gets a bath:

Thursday, May 14, 2009

beach list

Things that I and other people learned while at the beach:

1) A 6 hour drive CAN be turned into a 12 hour drive.
2) There is a difference in Misses and Women in a clothing store
3) Vinegar and meat tenderizer supposedly correct a jellyfish sting
4) My family is competitive. Like, for bocce, we make a court on the sand and use a tape measure
5) There is such a thing as organic bananas
6) The bagels you buy at Wal-Mart? Yeah... those aren't REAL bagels.
7) If you are a crab and you are reading this, pray my brothers don't ever catch you
8) A whirling vortex in a round, above ground pool, created by 10 adult bodies is strong enough to slam one of said bodies into the filter and break it
9) Men should NOT wear speedos... I mean, I already knew this, but just in case YOU did not
10) My calm sister and brother-in-law turn into little kids in the water
11) I cannot figure out the purpose of a walrus
12) I react violently to anything touching my legs in the ocean
13) If you are going to put on sunscreen, make sure it is evenly applied, Mr. Splotchy
14) I am capable of getting carsick

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

I want to be where the wild things are

I am above and beyond excited about this.

I turned it into a link so you can watch it full screen and HD. Because it's amazing.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Mine That Bird

Oh yeah. Watch this. I've been told that they have tested for drugs and nothing was found. I hope they don't find anything. What a great story!

slightly pothered

Just finished Till We Have Faces by C.S. Lewis. The man was a writing fiend. Great, you're thinking. Another tribute to The Chronicles of Narnia. No, I SAID Till We Have Faces! Sheesh. Anyways.... I'm not really sure if I liked it. I mean, I devoured the book. Mr. Lewis's grip on the English language combined with his story telling abilities make any fiction work of his superb. But, the ending baffled me. It was just...bang. Over. All of the queen's muddled problems understood and resolved in the last few pages. I was kind of left gasping and a little confused as to what it was she exactly understood.

I learned two new words, though:
Chary: characterized by great caution and wariness
Pother: make upset or troubled

I think my favorite sentence in the whole book was the description of the god's voice:
"It was unmoved and sweet; like a bird singing on the branch above a hanged man."

Monday, May 11, 2009

tell me if you know

Do you ever wonder where these came from? And if you haven't... live a little and be curious.

to take forty winks
to hit the hay
to hit the sack
to saw logs
time is of the essence
to bury the hatchet
to stick one's neck out
to cry over spilt milk
to be in a pickle (or pretty pickle)
other fish to fry
right up one's alley
easy as rolling off a log
keeping one's eyes peeled
not worth a hill of beans
to let the cat out of the bag
in the nick of time
to kick the bucket
to have cold feet
to take with a grain of salt
to mind one's p's and q's
to cross your t's and dot your i's
to fly off the handle
dead as a doornail
to face the music
to read the riot act
chip off the old block
to be the spittin' image
to pass the buck
the whole kit and caboodle
to go scot free
straight from the horse's mouth
to keep one's finger's crossed
to pull the wool over one's eyes
to bring the house down
to beat around the bush
to spill the beans
to rain cats and dogs

Dibs to Logan for his love of language.

Thursday, May 7, 2009

i want to live on P.E.I.

I am in Florida, watching Anne of Green Gables with my sunburned sister, brothers and two cousins and Mom. The majority of the viewers are male. They are just as enthralled with it as I am. The people chosen to play the characters of Anne, Gilbert, Matthew, Rachel, and Marilla are amazing. This movie and Patriot are the only movies I can think of that make me cry every single time I watch them.

And my aunt is Italian. I won't even tell you what she feeds us, because then you would be unhappy.

And the best beach moment so far:
An old, extremely tanned man in an extreme, red SPEEDO (AUUGH!) was near our spot. We were slathering sunscreen on each other's back (and the boys are still burned) and he stood up and walked over. Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no oh no.
"Excuse me... would one of you mind putting some on my back?"
... ... ...
Ryan was behind Mr. Baywatch wannabe. He just turned and walked off. Asa was the closest. His body, from the waist up, went backwards about 35 degrees.

Crickets. Almost audible.

Caleb. Oh, how I love him. He laughed, took the man's sunscreen and talked to the man while he put it on him. The man (Sidenote: MEN should never, ever wear speedos) thanked him and walked off. Caleb looked at me. "I really, really hope he wasn't gay." I looked at Asa. "What?!" he asked. "I don't even like puttingt on RYAN'S back!"

Sunday, May 3, 2009

$10 bucks I'm studying

I need a wardrobe to walk through. You know, just a 30 year break to rule over centaurs, fauns, and dwarfs as queen.

I want to skip across a field and to accidentally get my best friend drunk on strawberry cordial. Or for Gilbert Blythe to tell me he's sorry.

I would like a tour of Petronius's villa, while Vinicius is visiting.

I wish the Borrowers lived in my walls. I would talk to Arrietty. Even though Pod and Homily might not like it.

I want to listen in on the Council of Elrond.

Two more tests... two more tests... and only one more semester. Thank you, God.