The most requested thing for dinner around here? Noodles. With butter.

Sunday, December 10, 2017

Monday, November 6, 2017

Dear Standard Time

Dear Standard Time,

Welcome back!  I've missed you.  I feel normal again.  I wish you could stay longer.

Now if I could only convince the whiners at work that the amount of darkness we get during the winter has nothing to do with our clocks, and everything to do with the latitude at which we live...

Friday, November 3, 2017

Dear Wendy's

Dear Wendy's,

Whoa.  Your new chicken tenders and S'Awesome sauce are AMAZEBALLS.  Thank you.

Saturday, October 7, 2017

Dear NFL

Dear NFL,

We need to break up.  It's not me, it's you.  You have changed.  You used to be entertaining and a great way to spend a Sunday afternoon.  You used to provide a common culture at work and in my classroom, something to talk about when the other events of the day seemed too burdensome.  The strategic plays, the amazing runs, the physical feats of strength- all something to talk about and re-hash and groan or celebrate depending on one's team affiliation.

Now? You have gotten political and divisive.  The "men" that disrespect this great (albeit flawed) country have set themselves up as more important than their team or their league or their viewers.   If they don't like it here why don't they do something constructive to fix the perceived problems?  Or, if they are too lazy to be constructive, why don't they just move to another county?  There are lots of countries out there, plenty from which to choose.  No one is forcing them to stay in the dreaded USA and get fame and fortune from football.

More importantly, why are you allowing them to cause such disunity?  Aren't you the one that makes and enforces the contracts?  Why don't you fine them?  Are you afraid of them? 

I will miss you.  I know there are other things I can watch while running a couple of loads of laundry on a Sunday afternoon, but for decades you were my favorite.

Take care,

Wednesday, September 27, 2017

Hiking in the heat

August was a cruel month indeed this year.  Hot.  Dusty.  Smoky.  Ugh.  Seemed like the AC was running 24/7 because we couldn't even open our windows at night for a breeze lest we bring in all the smoke from the wildfires.  September wasn't much better.
I know, I know, at least we have AC.

And yet in the midst of the misery, a little band of intrepid hikers decided to conquer a trail near Mt. St. Helens on Labor Day.  We couldn't really even see the mountain, but we had a good day tromping around and visiting with each other.  The older boys pretty much ran the whole trail, the moms... not so much.

Spirit Lake

The wildflowers want it to rain almost as much as I do.
Good times, my friends, good times.

Friday, September 15, 2017

How does the Man in the Moon cut his hair?

How does the Man in the Moon cut his hair?  Eclipse it!  (Get it?)

Anyhoo, we didn't get totality here in our little town, but we went to a neighbor's eclipse party all the same.
It was a potluck.
We brought Moon Pies.
Seemed fitting.

The really dark shot is with the special glasses over my phone lens. Those two selfies (I'm so not good at selfies) have a reflection of the eclipse on my neck and on my cheek.  I had no idea that would happen. 

Wednesday, July 5, 2017

What is this plant?

Someone please tell me what this plant is.  The things that look like clusters of tiny green tomatoes are so weird looking- and they turn dark orange later in the summer and fall.  Any info would be helpful!