El Destroyo

I was going through some pictures from my phone and came across these ones I took back in April.

The uninitiated among you might just see an ordinary cardboard box here. But you would be deceived.  Ordinary mortal.

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This is actually S-then-8’s Super Fighter Warship Plane.  The military should really consider a few of these.  They are both Sharkproof AND Bombproof:

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Shock Proof AND High-Turbulence Proof:

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not to mention Dangerous, When Sounding Siren:

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Please note that there is a hefty fine for theft of property:

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As if anyone would steal it though, since it’s:

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Just in case, please:

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Look at all of these features! I mean, really. Wouldn’t you want to just push a button for “Repairments and Maintenance?”

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There are security features galore:

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and defenses if an enemy dares try to get close:

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And when all else fails, there’s always the “El Destroyo” button as a failsafe.

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Found Art

I also posted this on the kids’ school blog, but wanted to share it here as well.

Both of my girls are very prolific artists, S8 particularly so. I often find drawings and other artsy endeavors around the house. Recently, inspired by a book of fairy stickers a friend sent us, S8 made this crayon and sticker drawing/collage.


Another fairy drawing:


I love this one, of rabbit astronauts playing space tag ball:

I love that the ball has “SPACE” written on it.

For a time, they got into making pirate maps. I couldn’t scan one because they make them on huge sheets of paper, but they are really detailed and usually involve some sort of island, a body of shark infested water with a dire-sounding name (like “Shark Bay”), and a dangerous forest. Then they play games using the maps. Recently, I found some notes they had written as part of one of their games. It appears that they were pretending S8 was the president of an island that was sinking, and O7 was a professor who was an expert on sinking islands. S8 had written to O7 to get advice about running her sinking island.

Professor, a professor friend who studies geography (rock study) said i should focus on the economy, ect., instead of the island! Do you think i should listen to him? If i listen to him, the island will never be seen again! I think the island should be seen in its last days above water, by humans. Very deeply. Sincerly, President V. Samantha.
Professor, consequences are piling up for me. I don’t know what to do! Focus on island, or economy! I just got your scrap and you’re right. Hope we find the treasure.
Sincerly, President V. Samantha

At first, O7 (“Professor Molly”), who is not nearly as fond of writing as her big sister, scribbled pretend notes in reply.


But eventually she got into the game enough to write “real” replies. Hers are much more concise. She also uses a lot less paper. (She wrote them all on little torn scraps.)


Such drama.


This one didn’t scan as well, but I love the executive tone.

Professor, I share your concern in the sinking island project. We should send exlorers out there to find the treasure in those two weeks. Phone me your opinion tonight around 8:30 pm. If you think explorers should go there, I strictly advise that well trained explorers only should go. Please. I do not want our explorers to disappear along with the island as well. Sincerly, President V. P.S. Send the explorers with enough to last each and every explorer for 12 days. I want them back in twelve days no matter what.

I have no idea what happened to this island. Or the explorers. Or whether it was reported on Fox News. What a cliffhanger!

Little Turkeys

I couldn’t think of a clever title for this post, but that’s not important.  What is important are these ridiculously cute cookies I’m about to show you.

Some friends are coming over this afternoon, you know, to knit and watch movies and eat stuff.  And since this week is Thanksgiving here in the USA, and Thanksgiving here is All About The Bird, I started thinking that it would be fun to have some turkey cookies.  But not turkey flavored, because that would just be weird (though not necessarily bad… maybe I will experiment someday) (maybe not)(okay really, no, not ever). And then I remembered this cute little cookie cutter my MIL gave me ages ago, which at the time did briefly give me pause to wonder, when will I ever make a turkey-shaped cookie?!  And the answer to that question is now, baby.  Now.


Not only is this cooky cutter in the shape of a turkey (or chicken, I guess, depending on how you decide to interpret it), it is adorkably tiny.  I love tiny cooky cutters.  Sure, they take longer with the rolling and re-rolling of the dough, and you have a lot more cookies to decorate when it comes to that part.  But I’ll be honest, my diet has improved considerably over the years and I no longer want a half pound of butter, sugar and frosting in my hand when I want a treat.  I just want a taste, and I want a small taste of something very good rather than many tastes of something mediocre- but that’s another story. Back to this turkey. It fits right in the palm of my hand.


And it makes the cutest little cookys. I thought a gingerbread dough would be very appropriate.



And then you can get all crazy and decorate them so that there can be no doubt (or very little anyway) that These Are Turkeys.



And then you can make a whole flock of turkeys, and serve them to your friends, and know that you did your part to represent the most underrepresented symbol of a national holiday in the entire cooky cutter universe.  And you can also make terrible jokes about how people just “gobble” up your cookys.  I know I will.


And in case you care, I used the Joy Of Baking Gingerbread Cooky Recipe for these little guys. I like that the dough isn’t overly sweet.  Keep in mind that small cooky cutters mean you might want to lessen the baking time.  I went 6 1/2 minutes per tray on these.

Sorry, Cat, I Don’t Think Santa’s Gonna Hire You for the Sleigh Job

My cat has ambitions.  He is a cat who is going places.  He’s gonna be somebody, some day.

What he’s NOT going to be, however, is a cat who works in roofing.

Cat on a hot asphalt shingle roof

I do not like ladders any more than you do, Captain Jack.  Since the whole experience was rather undignified for both of us, we shall never speak of it again*.  Mmmkay?


*right after I post your silly photo on the internet for the world to see**

** good thing cats don’t have cameras

Still Groovy After All These Years

Last year sometime, S8 (then S6, I believe) made a sign inviting kids to sign up for Groovy lessons. I recently discovered another sign inviting kids (ahem, girls) to join the Groovy Club.

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I just love: all of the: colons. And I’m relieved to know that, if I need to learn to be cool, get style & be groovy, there’s a place for me. I might need it when my daughters hit puberty, ‘cos I’m sure to be totally unstylish and dorky at that point.

Apparently the Groovy Club even has a theme song. While the band is still to be determined, the lyrics are available for all prospective members to learn by heart.

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I have to remember to just be groovy when I go down.

Groovy, oovy, oovy.

(Repeat 6 times.) C’mon!

This Means YOU.

The girls are drawing on their giant dry-erase board.  Apparently, this is a top-secret activity and may not be witnessed by mere mortals.  As such, they have barricaded themselves in the sunroom and posted a warning to all ye who may have had foolish notions of entering here:

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Search and Destroy

Periodically, when checking my spam folder (like, when I’ve been on vacation or otherwise not checked email for a long period of time several hours days), I find myself reading the subject lines.  You know, just to make sure some desperately important plea for money email didn’t get swished into the wrong folder by mistake.   Hey, it’s happened.

Today, I found one of the more amusing subject lines I’ve seen in a long time.  And I quote:

Sorry, buddy.  Not if I react and destroy you first.