Friday, March 26, 2010

Well said. No, really.... I agree.

According to today's regulators and bureaucrats, those of us who were kids in the 40s, 50s, 60s, 70s or even the early 80s, probably shouldn't have survived. Our baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based paint. We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors, or cabinets, and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets. (Not to mention the risks we took hitchhiking).

As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags. Riding in the back of a pickup truck on a warm day was always a special treat. We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle. Horrors! We ate cupcakes, bread and butter, and drank soda pop with sugar in it, but we were never overweight because we were always outside playing. We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle, and no one actually died from this.

We would spend hours building our go-carts out of wood scraps and fruit crates and then rode down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem. We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on.

Now one was able to reach us by cell phone. Unthinkable! We did not have Playstations, Nintendo 64, X-Boxes, no video games at all, no ninety-nine channels on cable, videotape movies, surround sound, personal cell phones, personal computers, or Internet chat rooms. We had neighborhood friends! We played dodge ball, and sometimes, the ball would really hurt. We played other games such as Kick the Can and Capture the Flag. We fell out of trees, got cut, and broke bones and teeth, and there were no lawsuits from these accidents. They were accidents. No one was to blame but us.

We had fights and punched each other and got black and blue and learned to get over it. We made up games with sticks and tennis balls and ate worms, and although were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes, nor did worms live inside us forever. We rode bikes or walked to a friend's home and knocked on the door, or rang the bell or just walked in. Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment.

Some of us weren't as smart as others, so we failed a grade and were held back to repeat the same grade. Horrors! Tests were not adjusted for any reason. Our actions were our own. Consequences were expected, no one to hide behind. The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law. Imagine that! This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers and problem solvers and inventors, ever. -anonymous

I fell

This picture is so funny it made me think of a lot of things.

1. Falling down the stairs.

2. Wearing cut-off denim shorts.

3. Falling down the stairs while wearing denim cut off shorts.

Deep thoughts.
I know.
But most of all.

4. Being able to laugh at yourself while falling down the stairs and wearing denim cut-off shorts.
Photo source: JunkFest...someone PLEASE tell me how to link!

I am sooo drooling over this talented girl's blog.
I DREAM of having a room like this.
If a room could describe a person, this room would be me.
But, seriously, these girls are super talented.
Go check out their blog.
They are super nice too.
I know 'cause I e-mailed them about how much I love those clocks and they e-mailed me back.
That's right.
We're like best friends now.
Well, maybe not.
I lied.
A girl can dream though.


I want to make this.
I need to make this.
I will try and make this.
Well, probably not.
Anna, if you are out and you find a frame like this even if I have to paint it, call me, you have my #,
Oh, and if you see a nest like this, buy it. I will pay you back. Yes, really.
If there are any eggs like these,
same thing.
And don't you have paint this color?
Tell you what, since you'll have all this stuff, just go ahead and make this for me.
I promise to act genuinely surprised.

Ever have a day like this?
I do.
More than I'd like to admit.
Thank goodness for friends and family who are always there to remind me that the sun always eventually comes out again.
Even if that friend is named Dawn and has to climb into bed with you to check and see if you are alive.
Thank you.

And can somebody get that girl an umbrella.
And some pants.
Seriously, where are her pants.

Photo source: Unknown.


photo source:
Go there.

This is what my children see when they interrupt me reading.
House is burning down?
Hope you get out okay.
The dog ran away?
That's nice. Run faster.
You're starving because I've neglected to feed you so I could finish this extra long chapter?
There's leftover beans in the fridge. Oh wait. Never mind I finished those this morning.


photo source: Awkward family

This is a prime example of why everyone in my family is glad they are not having a birthday in the near near future.
Oh, you thought this is what they would get as a punishment or because I am in a bad mood or,no.
I like refried beans.
A lot.
I have no shame.
This would be my ideal birthday cake.
Stick a candle in it.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Ken's Perfect Hardboiled Egg


  • 1 tablespoon salt
  • 1/4 cup distilled white vinegar
  • 6 cups water
  • 8 eggs


  1. Combine the salt, vinegar, and water in a large pot, and bring to a boil over high heat. Add the eggs one at a time, being careful not to crack them. Reduce the heat to a gentle boil, and cook for 14 minutes.
  2. Once the eggs have cooked, remove them from the hot water, and place into a container of ice water or cold, running water. Cool completely, about 15 minutes. Store in the refrigerator up to 1 week.

Tried it. It is super amazing. Go try it. I dare you.