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Why Illinois?

Tuesday, July 20th, 2010

Here’s a photo from our backyard a few nights ago:

I OFTEN wonder why we choose to live in Illinois.  The weather is either too hot/humid or too cold with very few in-between days.  It’s either too wet or too dry, and rarely just right.  Storms cause damage to our trees and barns on what seems like a monthly schedule.  I’m down on Illinois so I think I need to take stock of what is good and make a list of why we live here.  Here goes:

  • Reason #1)  The sky is pretty.
  • Reason #2)  Family & Friends live here.
  • Reason #3)  See Reason #2.

I’m spent.  That’s all I’ve got.

Plain and simple (speaking of Illinois!), we live here because the folks we care about live here.  Well, mostly.  There’s a few rogues living in other parts of the country and the world, but we all know they WISH they lived near us. 

Boy oh boy, do I wish we could just up and move ourselves and EVERYONE we care about to a more excellent location.  Colorado is my personal choice.  Healthy, beautiful, clean-living, 300 days of sunshine a year… Illinois, let’s be honest, you can’t hold a candle to Colorado.

I know this fantasy isn’t going to take place.  I guess we’ll just continue to admire the pretty clouds and stifling humidity amongst friends.

And, who am I kidding anyway.  Magoo hates it when we change ANYTHING around the house.  If we were to actually talk of moving to another state she would vault into spastic flails of despair.  I changed out a broken doorknob on the garage door a few days ago.  It’s been dented and rusty since we moved into the house ten years ago.  Oh, and it would only turn one way, and often not latch.  And, we had no key to it, thus could not lock it.  The thing finally kicked the bucket a few days ago and refused to turn at all.  I spent $18.76 and ten minutes replacing it with a lovely brushed nickel replacement that turns and locks and everything!

Magoo was not pleased.  She misses the old doorknob.

Who am I kidding.  Illinois, you’re stuck with us.

Springtime at Catfish Orchard

Wednesday, April 28th, 2010

It’s been an amazing Spring, right?  Not yet the month of May, and I’ve mowed like five times.  My family would probably tell you I’ve mowed so frequently because I AM, in fact, mowing-obsessed.  Don’t believe them.  OK, I am mowing-obsessed, but the weather’s been warm, and the yard has definitely needed it. Really.  Said need might have a little something to do with the fact I way over-fertilized the front yard. Technicalities.  No matter, the weather of late HAS been spectacular.

SweetGuy and I took a walk to take in the sights, and sounds, and the coolest thing about Spring:  the smells.

It was just a simple Spring evening.  We wandered back to the pond, and wondered if the catfish might be hungry after a long winter’s hibernation.

As always, SweetGuy tossed a few buckets of catfish food into the pond.  By the way, isn’t it odd that before I lived here, I had no idea you could actually purchase dog-food sized bags of catfish food.  You can!  How sad, were our catfish to not exist, we all might have gone our whole lives not knowing such an amazing fact.

These catfish dudes are serious about their supper.  Any human who has watched their uglinesses churn the waters of our pond immediately decides this body of water is off-limits for, let’s say eternity.

But, the dudes are cute in their own, ugly sort of way.  And, they make quite the spectacle when the water erupts like a washing machine the moment their food slaps the water.

Then, sometimes just seconds later, the food has all been vacuumed from the surface by these frenetic lugs, and the water calms in an instant.

Catfish were not the only species who joined us on our evening walk.

Princess the cat, like a dog in need of attention, followed us on our trek to the pond.  She is at one time curious, trepidatious, and really just wanting to chomp on one of those dudes.  Tasty.

And these guys, they joined us too:

They are a bit aloof.  We deem them Jay-Z and Beyonce.  Even though I wish they would make a home on our pond, It’s unlikely they will hang around long.  There are more appealing ponds in the landscape than ours, and these two displayed a we-are-better-than-you attitude anyhow, so their decision to leave was mutually acceptable.

Though the diva geese may not find our land to their liking, we sure do, especially on a night such as this.

Princess, COME.  Princess, HEEL.  It’s Spring.  There will be many, many more walks.  Keep up.

Suzy Homemaker – New Moon Edition

Wednesday, March 24th, 2010

I have a confession to make. 

Actually, it’s SweetGuy’s confession.  But, I’m doing it for him, without his consent.  How nice of me, right?

He is just a little obsessed with the Harry Potter and Twilight series of books and movies.  Wizards and Vampires.  They are his escape.  He doesn’t like “getting to know” new characters all the time, so he loves these series where he understands the characters so well.

I tease him about it.  But, I honestly find his mild obsession incredibly endearing.  Don’t anyone tell.

So, the New Moon movie just came out on DVD.  SweetGuy made a feeble excuse to go to WalMart the day it was released, and what do you know, he just happened to come home with the DVD.

He managed to hold off watching it until Magoo, also a huge fan of Twilight, finally made it home Sunday for Spring break.

We decided such an occasion called for a mini-party with Emmy and Singing Sally and special designer Twilight food to match:

Taco Dip in the shape of the trademark Twilight apple:

SHUTUP!  I think it looks exactly like an apple.  Not like a cherry, not like a balloon, not a ball.  SHUT UP.  It IS an apple.  Duh.

Fang mark cupcakes:

I don’t even want to hear it.

Blood:

Alrighty then, that’s more like it.  It does look like blood, doesn’t it?  And, added bonus, it’s gluten free!  Emmy, I have the solution for your gluten free diet.  Become a Vampire!  Think about it.

My personal favorite.  Werewolf chow:

Get it?  Puppy Chow….  Werewolf Chow… get it?  get it? 

Singing Sally’s contribution.  New Moons:

Hello.  We are SUCH incredibly clever cooks with our New Moon/Twilight themed recipes. 

Wooden stakes covered in blood:

Yes, call me Suzy Homemaker.  This is as clever as I’ve managed to get since designing the wooden play-set in our backyard years ago that was SUPPOSED to be a pirate ship.  Yet no one else ever saw the pirate ship in it but me.   You all have no imagination.

And, on a different note, we attempted to Skype Bud during our party:

Noting that the girls weren’t keeping with the theme in the picture, they fixed their poses right quick:

 

I’m sure Bud and the rest of you are VERY SORRY you missed out on such an auspicious event.

No worries.  I’m already planning an equally skillful display of food for when NINJA ASSASSIN comes out on DVD.

You’re all invited.

Shoe Count

Wednesday, January 13th, 2010

Winter break is over.  A week ago, the entrance of our house looked like this:

All the kids walk in through the garage and immediately dump their shoes right in front of the door.  And, Magoo, she dumps two or three pair.

I don’t mind them cluttering up the space, because you see, this morning the entrance looked like this:

It’s a lonely little entrance, isn’t it.

Here’s to great successes for everyone in the next semester. 

And, don’t worry about me.  I’ll be fine.  I’ll be busy cleaning my floor.

Pears Anyone?

Friday, September 25th, 2009

It’s that time again. 

The asian pears are just about perfect for picking.  So if you want any, let me know, and we’ll get you a bag or 17.  The bugs, deer, and raccoons are all aware of when the pears get ripe too, so they won’t be around for long.

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What a difference a week makes

Monday, August 24th, 2009

One week ago tonight we had a little going away dinner for Magoo.  Well, it was partially for Magoo and partially for everyone.  Because everyone is on the move.

Here’s a poor quality photo of part of the gang that night:

Don’t let that photo fool you.  These guys look sort of sedate here.  Sedate they were not.  A large part of the evening consisted solely of LOUD.  There was some sort of game going on where someone would reach their hands under and around someone elses arm with a quick clap of the hands.  If this move was completed successfully then the person was officially DISRESPECTED.  I guess.  Don’t ask me.  I’m as confused as you.  What I do know is that they were all constantly running (yes, literally) around doing it to each other and YELLING about it.  Did I mention it was loud?

On top of loud, it was just a great night of fun and all of us almost frantically trying to talk about all the goings on of the near future.  DustMeister moved out that night.  Magoo the next day.  Bud and AUBS! on Friday.  Grace will be gone within a week.  Wow, talk about slamming on the brakes of the pace of our life.  100 MPH to 2 before you can say empty nesters.

I’ve not been around this blog much of late.  First, I blame it on our vacation, and then I was busy throwing kids out of my home.  It’s a dirty, time consuming job.

I’ve a lot to write about each one of these kids taking flight and our experience with a cleaned out nest, but I want to give these subjects the word count they deserve on an individual basis, so I won’t cover them in this post.

It’s REALLY quiet around here, but (don’t tell the kids) I think I might be able to get used to this.  Quiet, clean, a fraction of our old laundry and food bills, free to do whatever I want, whenever I want.  No laying awake at night wondering what time a child will get home.  No coming home to photoshoots with a bush named Pete or boys catching arrows.  

AND.  Guess what?

I’ll tell you what.  With all the new-found calm, I’ve happened upon this very nice guy living in my house who labels himself HUSBAND.  He seems nice and I believe I might just be attracted to him.  Maybe we could go to to a movie or grab a cup of coffee.  My calendar has just opened up.  Yeah, I think I might be able to get used to this.

Things are about to change

Tuesday, August 4th, 2009

In a few weeks, SweetGuy and I will be empty-nesters.

People ask us how I think we’ll feel about this and I pretty much tell them I have no idea, because it’s really hard to conceive the possibility.  Just SweetGuy and I?  Him and I, alone?  The two of us?  It is hard to fathom.  Here are the comings and goings of today — not an abnormal summer day in our household.

As of midnight last night, the inhabitants of the house were just the five of us normal residents.  Here’s a little equation of the comings and goings today:

SweetGuy + Me + Bud + Magoo + DustMeister

- SweetGuy

- Me

- Magoo

+ Magoo

- Bud

+ Bud

+ UPS Guy

- UPS Guy

+ Me

+ Grace

+ AUBS!

- AUBS!

+ DustMeister Sibling 1

+ DustMeister Sibling 2

+AUBS!

+ Da Kaff

- Magoo

- Da Kaff

- Me

- Grace

- DustMeister Sibling 1

- DustMeister Sibling 2

+ Joel

+ Da Kaff

+ SweetGuy

+ Me

+ Magoo

+ Emmy

- Joel

+ SingingSally

+ AUBS!

- Emmy

- SingingSally

- AUBS!

- Da Kaff

- DustMeister =

SweetGuy + Me + Bud + Magoo

 

And here is what the equation will supposedly look like on a typical day in a few weeks:

 

SweetGuy + Me

-SweetGuy

- Me

+ Me

+ SweetGuy =

SweetGuy + Me

 

I can’t even imagine. 

 

(However, I CAN imagine not washing dishes 8 times a day or doing 1 item of laundry of mine for every 54 of Magoo’s)

 

 

 

 

 

Cleverly titled “Taking a walk”

Friday, April 24th, 2009

We are kind of ridiculously blessed in that we can take a pretty decent little walk without leaving our land.  We can let the dogs run and swim (if they weren’t too chicken to do so) all in the privacy of our own acreage.  I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think this was amazingly cool.  We’ve lived here over nine years and when I take a walk I still take in a deep breath and am overwhelmed at the beauty around us.  It may not be amazing to other people, but it sure is to me.

Check out a few pics from a walk a couple of weeks ago on a rare dry day:

 

I AM very fortunate.

One more thing.  Sometimes I think I have the perfect life, but I offer this as evidence to the contrary:

 

 

 

It’s important to keep things in perspective.

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On the 10th day of Christmas

Saturday, December 27th, 2008

It was a surprise and wonderful to receive such a unique Christmas gift from Singing Sally and her kids, and FavoriteChild.  They gave us our own little version of extreme makeover.  Singing Sally kidnapped our upstairs bathroom and didn’t allow us to see it for two days.  Here were the results: 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

   

 

You may not be able to detect a huge amount of difference in the above pictures (the “before” picture is supposed to be on the left and the “after” on the right, but in case Wordpress has messed this up, as it appears it has in my preview, then the light blue walls are the after picture and the unmatching wallpaper is the before picture… wow, that’s a lot to say inside parentheses), but trust me, there is.  Just check out the old faucet and new faucet:

 

I LOVED the present.  In fact, I loved it so much so, that I believe for my birthday, someone should lose 30 lbs. for me.  I’m putting it on my list.

 

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Because I said so

Friday, September 26th, 2008

FREEZE!

Fall, I’m talking to you.  Do not move.  I’m eyeballing you.  Do. Not. Even. Think. About. It.