Friday, June 14, 2013

Poor Moose

Normally, I don't have a lot of nice things to say about moose. They're big and dumb and don't respect property lines. They are constantly walking through our yard, across our deck, eating our lilac tree, and pooping wherever they like.

But I feel sorry for this guy.

He seems fine in this picture, but if you look closely you can see the gash across his side, which actually is not the worst part (so many moose possess that same kind of scar—probably from scraping against fences and railings as they run through people's yards). You also might notice that he's not placing any weight on his back right leg.

When he started moving, he walked with a horrible lurch. I don't know if he'd broken his leg or dislocated his hip or what, but his laborious movement was the most pitiful sight. He won't be long for this world with a lame leg, poor thing.

If I would I have been thinking, I would have switched my cell phone camera over to video so you could see how bad his walking was. Actually, that's not true. I don't think I would have posted video. Too sad.

Just between you, me, and the lamppost . . . this guy is welcome to nibble on the lilac tree any time he wants.

Dinner last night: tater tot casserole (I know, I KNOW . . . but my husband cooked dinner, so I'm not going to say another word)

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Monday, June 10, 2013

Beauty Sleep

My daughter recently celebrated her birthday and received a gift package of Hello Kitty items, which included lip gloss, fingernail polish, and a sleeping mask.

A girl just can't sleep without her purple blankie and her SLEEPING MASK.

Dinner last night: barbecue chicken, rice, green salad

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Friday, June 7, 2013

Tidal Pools

A couple of weeks ago, the tide went out the lowest that I can remember ever seeing. We jumped into our rubber boots and tromped out to the water's edge to check it out.

 I'm not sure what I expect to see when the mysterious blanket of ocean water is pulled back—reefs? mermaid cities?—but there's only sand.

The kids were amazed at all the razor clam necks poking up from their hiding places in the sand. The girls discovered quickly that no matter how fast they dug with their hands, they couldn't uncover an entire clam. (You really need a shovel and the right technique to dig clams, which we weren't there to do.)

After a good long hike, we finally made it out to some tidal pools where the girls found starfish.

Lupine was more interested in barking at the seaweed; she did not trust the suspicious kelp lying all over the beach. Good dog.

Dinner last night: teriyaki chicken, french fries

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Wednesday, June 5, 2013

You Lookin' at Me?

The amount of moose running through our neighborhood this year is kur-rayyyyy-zeee. Scratch that. They're not running anywhere. They are ambling. Strolling. Downright mosey-ing. Here's a skinny-legged twig-eater hanging out at our road's stop sign, with her yearling hiding down in the ditch behind her. I literally rolled down my window, held up my cell phone, and shouted, "Say cheese, you freakazoid!"

She wasn't amused.

Dinner last night: grilled chicken and gnocchi, green salad

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Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Class of 2013

My twin daughters graduated from kindergarten. Their school did it up big, with caps and gowns and diplomas . . . an actual ceremony!

Too bad they didn't select a valedictorian, because my kid really likes talking into the microphone. Due to her mumbling lisp (or is it a lisping mumble?), you can't understand a word she utters—but if you could make out what she was saying, I'm sure you'd agree with my objective opinion that she is super smart and very interesting.
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Here's her sister waiting nervously to receive her diploma. The girl behind her looks less excited.

Accept with the left, shake with the right . . .

One of the twins loved going to school every day. The other complained each morning that she wanted to stay home. I'll let you guess which one is my Pollyanna.

In all seriousness, I was a weepy mess. These sweet girls are my babies. AND THEY JUST GRADUATED FROM KINDERGARTEN.

Dinner last night: spaghetti with meat sauce, garlic toast

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Monday, June 3, 2013

Fish or Cut Bait

I vaguely recall ranting about bloggers who drop out of sight without any explanation. How dare they disappear from the internet with no warning! I wish I could explain my own absence with a nice juicy tale of intrigue, but the boring truth is that I've been 1) busy and 2) uninspired.

And 3) exhausted.

I feel rather depressed/resentful/bitter that Google Reader is shutting down, because I worked so hard to build a RSS readership (really, Kim? You call your mother, husband, and three kindly strangers a "readership"?) I should probably get cracking and research a replacement RSS . . . and then try to convince anyone who swings by to take the time to re-subscribe to my blog. It might help if I posted more than once a month.

I hereby pledge to start writing on a regular basis . . . to reconnect with bloggy friends . . . to take beautiful pictures of ugly moose. And to lose weight, speak sweetly to my children, and water my hanging flowers.

This is the year that my flowers shall survive throughout the entire summer!

Dinner last night: sub sandwiches, potato salad, baked beans, fruit salad

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