Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Worm Song.

I think a 6yr old must have originally made up this little ditty. Do you remember the words?

Nobody likes me, everybody hates me,
Guess I'll go eat worms,
Long, thin, slimy ones; Short, fat, juicy ones,
Itsy, bitsy, fuzzy wuzzy worms.

Down goes the first one, down goes the second one,
Oh how they wiggle and squirm.
Up comes the first one, up comes the second one,
Oh how they wiggle and squirm.

The Weasel just can't understand people today. I am typing exactly what he is saying right now as he sits in my room:

"Why everything has to be like this?" "
Why is everyone mean to me?"
"I needed to have a talk with mom, but she doesn't like me. She sent me to my room, and told me she'll come get me."
"Moooommmmma, is break time over?!"
voice cracks "I can't do it"

What an awful day in The Land of Blissful Chaos.

Monday, March 29, 2010


It is like a heavy quilt on a cold day.

I love how it creeps.

I love how it makes trees look dreamy.

I love the backdrop that it makes.

I love how it makes you focus more on nature, just to be able to see it.

I love its mystique.

I love fog.

Friday, March 26, 2010

March 26, 2004 - The Weasel was born. He was 8lbs 3oz and 21"

Isn't he perfect?

He was so chubby and perfect to snuggle.

Opening up his card from us this morning. It plays the song Word Up. He is so happy

Getting ready to build his Lego helicopter

All done! We were done with this by 7:10 this morning.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Offical Johnny Rotten Rules.

In order to be a Johnny Rotten you must:

1. Be willing to wake up by 6:00am or earlier if you feel like it.

2. You have to know the difference between a Hotwheel and a Matchbox.

3. You have to want to be something cool when you get older. For example: The weasel is going to be a chef and a elk farmer. The Ferret is going to be a veterinarian, firefighter, and there is talk of being an "ostrich rider".

4. You must believe that farts will actually knock down monsters, and will harm bad guys.

5. You must be able to speak Ferret language. It is a special complex language.

6. You must be able to defend yourself with a Lincoln log and a pan lid. This is vital when you are defending the Queen in the playroom.

7. Know that picking up your dirty socks is equivalent to Kryptonite.

8. You must have a borderline obsession for 80's music and mad dance moves.

9. You do not eat regular meat. You eat bull meat.

10. You must be smart, witty, charming, adorable, funny, and loving. You have to balance that with loud, destructive, dirty, curious, and rotten.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

My favorite poet of all time.


I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.

I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can't do a handstand--
I might overflow,
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said--
I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head. --Shel Silverstein

Picture Puzzle Piece

One picture puzzle piece
Lyin' on the sidewalk,
One picture puzzle piece
Soakin' in the rain.
It might be a button of blue
On the coat of the woman
Who lived in a shoe.
It might be a magical bean,
Or a fold in the red
Velvet robe of a queen.
It might be the one little bite
Of the apple her stepmother
Gave to Snow White.
It might be the veil of a bride
Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.
It might be a small tuft of hair
On the big bouncy belly
Of Bobo the Bear.
It might be a bit of the cloak
Of the Witch of the West
As she melted to smoke.
It might be a shadowy trace
Of a tear that runs down an angel's face.
Nothing has more possibilities
Than one old wet picture puzzle piece. --Shel Silverstein

Forgotten Language

Once I spoke the language of the flowers,
Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,
Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,
And shared a conversation with the housefly
in my bed.
Once I heard and answered all the questions
of the crickets,
And joined the crying of each falling dying
flake of snow,
Once I spoke the language of the flowers. . . .
How did it go?
How did it go? --Shel Silverstein

The Little Boy and the Old Man

Said the little boy, "Sometimes I drop my spoon."
Said the old man, "I do that too."
The little boy whispered, "I wet my pants."
"I do that too," laughed the little old man.
Said the little boy, "I often cry."
The old man nodded, "So do I."
"But worst of all," said the boy, "it seems
Grown-ups don't pay attention to me."
And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.
"I know what you mean," said the little old man. -- Shel Silverstein

Tuesday, March 23, 2010


This man.

This very same man

Makes my heart skip a beat

Saturday, March 20, 2010


I know a secret.

I know of a weapon that is invisible, and deadly.

It only cost us an initial payment of $100 and then about $60 a month.

It can be very messy and hard to handle.

It is not easily portable, but will move when needed.

It comes in a very dignified package too.

Please know, once you know, there is no going back.

To activate: Feed, water, and then sit back. You'll never know when it is coming, but you'll know when the danger has arrived. Your nose hairs will curl, your stomach will revolt, and you'll flee from the room. I wish I could capture the weapon so those of you unfortunate enough to read this blog would be blessed by it's strength. It is like having my own portable paper mill or dog food factory.

If you don't know how those smell, go open a can of dog food, smear it on yourself, and then go get sprayed by a skunk. It won't even be close, but you might get the drift. Let me know how that works out for you.

Friday, March 19, 2010

My favorite sign of Spring

I knew my favorite sign of Spring had to becoming soon. We have been feeding more birds at the feeders, and The Weasel's birthday is right around the corner. So, J came into the computer room/guest room and opened the window and we listened to what we wrote off as a bird right before dark. What it really was is this:

We must have always just wrote off the first peeper we heard as a bird. I opened the door to let the dog in later at night, and I walked out onto the porch to hear this:

The second video has a lot of interesting facts about peepers in it.

I don't let myself get excited over Spring until I hear the peepers at night. They say that the peepers have to look through glass (aka frost) three times before it is truly spring. So, last night (3/18) was the first night. We'll see if that old wives tale is true.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Sights from around the world

This site is amazing. People from all over the world download pictures for people to see. We spent a hour one Saturday morning just looking up any picture the four of us could come up with. It is a very cool way to see countries that you are interested in too.

Here is a sample of the pictures from there:





A building in London across from Parliament

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Irish Pride

May those that love us, love us.

And those that don't love us,

May God turn their hearts.

And if He doesn't turn their hearts,

May He turn their ankles

So we will know them by their limping.
~Irish Blessing

Grandpa and Grandma Williams. We are told that Grandma was 100% Irish, and when she was adopted, she spoke with an Irish accent so heavy that no one could understand her. By the time I got to know her, her accent was replaced with a gentle West Virginia accent.

Uncle Tom, you are missed. I'll always think of you on this day.
Happy St. Patrick's Day.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Things you might not know about moi.

1. My favorite season is fall. I love the colors, the smells, and the comfort that seems to float on the air.

2. I lived in Canada for three years (10th grade-12th grade) without my family. I only came home for about 2 1/2 months each summer.

3. I can walk on 3ft stilts. I learned how to in a side court yard at the Cleveland Museum.

4. We played "soccer" on stilts in Wade Oval at 3am.

5. All of this was for a beautiful art parade in which I helped build, paint, paper mache art created by inner city children and artist from around the world.

6. I love the smell of places like lumbar yards, office supply stores, and nurseries.

7. I was left to manage and run a coffee shop on my first day of work. That is a whole other post.

8. I have never been out West, but I have a huge yearning to live out there.

9. I actually use phrases like, "Jeez O'Petes" and "Churches Chicken" when I am frustrated.

10. Listening to Jack Johnson can instantly put me in a happy mood.

11. When I was little, I had four brothers who lived in the walls, and blue dog with sunglasses that would show up when I was sad.

12. If I see something on the ground at a store, I have to pick it up.

13. I am fluent in sign language, yet I still desire to learn ASL for my sister.

14. I heart Garrison Keillor.

15. I love trees - especially wolf trees.

16. I do not know how to do a cartwheel.

17. I am debating if I should have stopped this at 10 because now I feel I have to do this list in quantities of 10. Which plays into a weird thing I have with things being balanced.

18. I've had a best friend since 1st grade.

19. I am terrified of alligators and crocodiles - like pee my pants terrified.

20. Puffins are my favorite bird.

Saturday, March 13, 2010

The Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

The poor, poor Johnny Rottens. You have to feel for them. They cannot ride today. They cannot dig for treasure today. They cannot "have any fun in this house". Their mom won't even let them pull out all their toys and leave them on the playroom floor. Do you know that she wouldn't even help them clean up their mess in the playroom today? The nerve of that woman. They even tried mutiny, but alas, their daddy was called into work, so there went that idea. It is so hard to be 5 and 3 today. It is so very, very, hard. You know it is awful when lemonade, Toy Story Cheez it crackers, and a movie doesn't even improve the day.

Their mom said that she would gladly leave to have "Mommy Time", but was informed by The Weasel that it didn't exist. You have to feel for her too. Little do The Rottens know, it does exist. It starts as soon as they close their little beady eyes. It will be thoroughly enjoyed along with a nice cup of tea, a book, and silence.

Friday, March 12, 2010

Soundtrack for the Chaos

"Music speaks what cannot be expressed, soothes the mind and gives it rest, heals the heart and makes it whole, flows from heaven to the soul." ~unknown

Music is a constant variable in our home. I cannot imagine life without it. We rocked our babies to sleep to it, danced after we became one, smile when we hear the opening notes, and put it on to see pure happiness flow from our children. It is a life source on cold, bitter winter days. It makes us remember times that are filled with emotion - whether they be good or bad. So, today as I stood watching our first baby go to school to continue forging his path, and watched our second baby giggle over the sound of sand making fat plops in puddles, I closed my eyes and heard our soundtrack for the chaos.

I'd like to say that hardly a day goes by when I don't hear the soundtrack, but that wouldn't be true. There are days when we are so deep in the trenches that forget to see how full our cup is. Then magically it spills over and leaves a sheen that is hard to ignore. Trees become greener, the sun shines through the clouds and life is brighter. It is times like these that I treasure. Today is one of those beautiful days where I hear the soundtrack, and I thank God for putting all the notes in my life.

Thursday, March 11, 2010

The Johnny Rottens

Warning: The pictures you are able to view are deceptive and misleading. Do not at any time utter the words "Awww" or laugh. If you find yourself doing any of these things, seek help immediately.

The Johnny Rottens:

Don't let these kids fool you. They are from a notorious gang.

They wear many disguises.

This one goes by Weasel.

This one is The Ferret.

They are dangerous. If you see either one of these members, do not approach them.
They are known to be charming, but hone their skills daily.

Don't turn your back on them. They move quickly and morph into this:

Then they steal your heart, and there is no going back.

You've been warned.