Flowers and Butterfies

I just finished reading Peter Laufer’s book The Dangerous World of Butterflies. It was really interesting and eye opening. Then, last night I caught part of a show about honey bees dying out, they are estimated to be gone by 2035.

What an ugly and tasteless world we will become without butterflies, flowers and fruit.

Summer Synopsis

It’s hot. I’m tired. I’m busy. The End.

Why am I busier in the summer than during the school year? Last week, I noticed that one day I drove more than 60 miles. The kids’ swim team practices alone involve three trips out to Keefe and back because Bri practices later than Lizzy and Jake.

Summer is great but I feel like I have to commute to work, where I work for free; and then I have to buy my co-workers lunch, and make sure they wash their hair.

Dating

I realized last Friday that we have a few years right now that are prime for free babysitting. Bri is too young to date, or drive and her friends are too young to drive. Thus she doesn’t have much of a social life and is available to watch her younger siblings.

So, my husband and I went out both Friday and Saturday nights. What’s the problem with that scenario you ask? We went shopping both nights and going to Ocean State Job Lots does not count as a date. On the plus side, I think we may have found a bedroom set we both like. No, not there, at Jordan’s.

P.S.

Bri just read this post and said, “No, you have to pay me!”

Hymns

Today, Will started singing Jingle Bells at church, then he followed that up with I am a child of God.

Pictures on the Internet

I listened to Sarah Palin’s resignation speech on the internet a couple of days ago. While she rambled on I heard her say something about people mocking her son Trig who has Down Syndrome. My ears perked up because I had heard nothing about this, so I googled it. (I will not link to it because it offends me!) I was so upset when I found a website that had superimposed pictures of other people faces onto Trig’s body and had hateful comments from people so obviously partisan that they ignored any decency they might have at one time possessed.

I frequently have been sent vicious, partisan, irrational email rants from Republicans. I hear those right-wing nut jobs on the radio and watch clips of them on the internet; but somehow I missed their left-wing equivalent; either because there are fewer or because I don’t frequent their websites.

I hereby declare both extremists groups to be the same – both lacking in decency, and rationality. I don’t understand how one can be so partisan that anything that might cause one to question one’s position is automatically discarded; but perhaps, that’s because I became a Democrat in my 20’s.

I suggest that both groups of extremists take a deep breath, and step back. Extreme Republicans perhaps you could stop suggesting that Obama isn’t a citizen (because after all even if his mom wasn’t an American citizen, he was born in a state which makes him a de facto citizen; and isn’t that part of the reason you don’t like illegal aliens to have babies here?). And extreme Democrats perhaps you could stop making fun of disabled children because that REALLY PISSES ME OFF! And it says a lot about the kind of people you are: cruel, petty and small.

Eileen Surely You Have Some Shopping You’ve Been Putting Off That You Must Absolutely Do Now! Right?

I’ve been busy this week talking dirt about my sister Eileen stealing my phone and/or it’s charger. However, due to indisputable evidence I am forced to conclude I am mentally unstable and, how do you say, blind.

After calling the phone company about my lost phone, I found it. After ordering a new charger; oh, yes, I found it. I was sitting on it. I have no excuse. Fortunately, Eileen is in California, and since they don’t have the internet there, she has no idea that I’ve been publicly trashing her for stealing my $29 phone.

She has now left me several cheerful messages which I am afraid to respond to. Perhaps she’ll forget how to read and this whole thing will blow over without my having to ship my first born to her to make up for my libel. . . . Or, perhaps I'll offer her the tee-shirt I left there to make it all go away.

A Fridge Full of Vegetables

I’m glad my husband likes to cook. If he didn’t, I fear our fridge would be full of rotting vegetables. This morning I was down to kale, basil and parsley. When I asked my friend Alexis what to do with the kale she said to blend it up and put it in spaghetti sauce.

I tried.

It didn’t puree. I put in an emergency call to her but she’s avoiding my calls so I’m forced to check on the internet. I’m making a pureed kale soup but I don’t have any curry powder (and I didn’t want to open a can) and I started making it before I read the recipe (thus my expectations are low because I did it wrong); so I’m not holding my breath in expectation that it will be delicious.