The Wee One postulated and explained to us exactly why the carrots we were leaving out for the Easter Bunny were so important.
The Girl will eat her carrots and the Boy will eat his carrots and then they will fall in love and kiss each other and leave eggs ALLLL over the place.
Then with a mock crawl stroke she added
Like a swimming pool!
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˙ʇuıod ʇɐɥʇ oʇ dn ʇɥbıu ʎɯ ǝpɐɯ ʎןןɐǝɹ ʇı ‘ʎɐs ɐʇʇob ı ‘ןןɐ ʇı ɟo ǝɔɹɐɟ ǝɥʇ ʇnq ʇı ʇnoqɐ ʇǝsdn ʎןןɐǝɹ ʎןqɐqoɹd ǝɹǝʍ noʎ ˙buoɹʍ sɐʍ ʇɐɥʍ ʍouʞ oʇ pǝsoddns sɐʍ ı ǝʞıן ǝɹɐʇs ǝʎǝ-ןıʌǝ ǝɥʇ puɐ ʇıxǝ ʞɔınb ǝɥʇ ɥʇıʍ dn ןןɐ ʇı ʍoןןoɟ uǝɥʇ ˙ʎןqɐʇɹoɟɯoɔ buısınɹɔ sɐʍ ı ǝןıɥʍ ʇɹoɟɟǝ ɯnɯıxɐɯ ʇɐ ssɐd-ǝɹ ǝɥʇ uǝɥʇ puɐ ǝɯ puıɥǝq ǝsoןɔ sǝıqqouʞ ‘ǝʌıssǝɹbbɐ-ǝʌıssɐd ɹnoʎ ɟo punos ǝɥʇ sɐʍ ʎuunɟ ʎןןɐǝɹ sɐʍ ʇɐɥʍ ˙pǝǝds ʇɐɥʇ ʇɐ sǝǝuʞ ɹnoʎ ɥʇıʍ ǝʌɐǝɥ-ʇsoɹɟ ɐ ǝןpuɐɥ pןnoɔ noʎ ɟı ǝǝs puɐ puıɥǝq ʎɐʇs oʇ pǝuıןɔuı ʇ’usɐʍ puɐ ɹǝʇsɐɟ ɥɔnɯ buıob sɐʍ ı ʇnq qʇɯ ɹnoʎ uo os ɹo 61 buıop ǝɹǝʍ noʎ ‘pǝʇuɐɹb ˙ssǝnb ʎɯ s’ʇɐɥʇ ¿ǝsoןɔ ooʇ sǝssɐd ʇɐɥʇ uosɹǝd ǝɥʇ uo ǝʇɐɥ noʎ ǝʞɐɯ ʇou pןnoɥs ɔıɟɟɐɹʇ ɟo ʇunoɯɐ ʇɐɥʇ uı spuɐɥ ou ɥʇıʍ ǝʞɹnq ǝɥʇ ʇnoqɐ buıʇɹoʌɐɔ ʇnq ˙ssǝnb ʎןuo uɐɔ ı ‘dn pǝɹıɟ noʎ ʇob ʇɐɥʍ ʍouʞ ʇ’uop ı ‘uɐɯ *
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If you tried to help me out and did what that “intruder” said then you will realize that this is STILL posted on April First. APRIL FOOLS.
˙ɹǝʇǝǝʍs ɥɔnɯ ʇɐɥʇ ןǝǝɟ ןןıʍ ʎɐp sןooɟ ןıɹdɐ ‘ʎɐp ןɐuoısnןǝp uo ɟןǝsɹnoʎ ʞuɐɹd noʎ ɟı
˙ʎןןɐǝɹ ¡ɔıdǝ ǝq ןן’ʇı ˙sʎɐp ʎɹoןb ǝɥʇ ǝʌıןǝɹ ‘uoɯ’ɔ ˙ǝʞɐs sǝɯıʇ pןo ɹoɟ ʇsnظ ‘ɟɟo ǝuo ǝɹıɟ ‘ʞɹɐɯ ɹǝʇɐʍ ɥbıɥ ןɐuıbıɹo ɹnoʎ buıʌǝıɥɔɐ oʇuı ʇuǝʍ ʇɐɥʇ uoıʇɐɹɐdǝɹd ɹo ʇɥbnoɥʇ ǝɥʇ ɟo uoıʇɔɐɹɟ ɐ ʇnoɥʇıʍ puɐ ןɐob pǝɥsıןdɯoɔɔɐ ʎןsnoıʌǝɹd ɹnoʎ ǝʞɐʇ ‘ʇs13 ɥɔɹɐɯ uo ‘uǝɥʇ
˙ǝɯoɔ oʇ ʎɐp ǝɥʇ ɟo ʇɔɐdɯı ǝɥʇ ɥʇıʍ sdןǝɥ ʇı ˙ɥsǝɹɟ ʇuǝɯǝʌǝıɥɔɐ ɟo ǝsuǝs ʇɐɥʇ dǝǝʞ oʇ ʇuɐʍ noʎ ˙buoן ooʇ ʇou ʇnq ‘ןɐob ʇɐɥʇ pǝɥsıןdɯoɔɔɐ ǝʌɐɥ noʎ ɹǝʇɟɐ ǝɯıʇ ɟo poıɹǝd ʎןpoob ɐ ɹoɟ…ʇıɐʍ…uǝɥʇ
¡ʇı ɹoɟ obIf you tried to help me out and did what that “intruder” said then you will realize that this is STILL posted on April First. APRIL FOOLS.
˙ןɐob ɹnoʎ uıɐʇʇɐ uɐɔ noʎ ʞɔnן ǝɯos ǝqʎɐɯ puɐ ǝɔuǝbıןıp ɥʇıʍ ˙pɹɐɥ…ʇı ʇɐ ʞɹoʍ ‘ʇı uɹɐǝן ‘ʇı ʎɹʇ˙ǝɯıʇ ǝɥʇ ʞooʇ ɹǝʌǝu ʇnq unɟ ǝq pןnoʍ ʇɐɥʇ buıssɐd uı ʇnoqɐ ʇɥbnoɥʇ ǝʌɐɥ noʎ buıɥʇǝɯos ɟo ʞuıɥʇ ¡ʇı op uɐɔ noʎ ˙ɟןǝsɹnoʎ ɹoɟ ןɐob ɐ buıʇʇǝs ʎq ʇɹɐʇs ˙ʎɐʍ sıɥʇ ʇı ʇnoqɐ ʞuıɥʇIf you tried to help me out and did what that “intruder” said then you will realize that this is STILL posted on April First. APRIL FOOLS.
˙ʞןɐʇ ʎzɐɹɔ ʇsnظ s’ʇɐɥʇ – ʇɐɥʇ ʇnoqɐ buıʞןɐʇ ʇou ɯɐ ı ˙ɹoıʌɐɥǝq pǝsıʌpɐ ןןı ɟo ʇno sǝıʌoɯ ǝʞɐɯ ʇɐɥʇ ǝןdoǝd ǝɹɐ ǝɹǝɥʇ
˙ǝɟɐs ʇǝʎ ‘pǝsıʌpɐ ןןı ɥʇoq sı ɥɔıɥʍ ɹǝɥʇo ɹo ʇɔɐ ǝɯos oʇuı ɟןǝsɹnoʎ ǝpnןǝp noʎ uǝɥʍ ɹɐǝʎ ǝɥʇ ɟo ʎɐp ʇɐɥʇ
˙ʎɐp ןɐuoısnןǝp sɐ ʇs13 ɥɔɹɐɯ buıɔunouuɐ ʎqǝɹǝɥ ɯɐ ı ʎɐp sןooɟ ןıɹdɐ sɐ uoıʇıpɐɹʇ pǝıɹoʇs puɐ snoıɹoןb ɐ ɥɔns ɟo ɹouoɥ uı ‘osIf you tried to help me out and did what that “intruder” said then you will realize that this is STILL posted on April First. APRIL FOOLS.
˙ǝpıɹ ɹnoɥ snןd-ǝǝɹɥʇ ɐ oʇuı pǝuɹnʇ ǝpıɹ ɹnoɥ oʍʇ ʎɯ ˙ɹnoɥ uɐ ɹǝʌo ǝןʇʇıן ɐ uı ‘pןoɔ ǝɥʇ ǝɯoɔɹǝʌo oʇ ǝןqɐun ‘puıʍ ʎɥʇןɐǝɥ ɐ oʇuı ǝnʌǝןןǝq ɯoɹɟ sǝןıɯ 01 ʇsɐן ǝɥʇ pǝɥsıuıɟ ı ʇɐɥʇ ‘ʍoן os ˙ʍoן ʎןǝɯǝɹʇxǝ sɐʍ ʎbɹǝuǝ ʎɯ ʇnq sʇsɹnq ʇɹoɥs ɹoɟ sbǝן ʎɯ uı ɥʇbuǝɹʇs poob pɐɥ ןןıʇs ı ǝsnɐɔǝq pǝʞuoq ʎןnɹʇ ı ʎɐs ʇ’upןnoʍ ıIf you tried to help me out and did what that “intruder” said then you will realize that this is STILL posted on April First. APRIL FOOLS.FO
˙spǝǝds ǝsoɥʇ ʇɐ ǝpıɹ ǝɔuɐɹnpuǝ uɐ ɹoɟ ǝdıɔǝɹ ʇsǝq ǝɥʇ ʇou sı ǝɯ puıɥǝq ʞɹoʍ ɟo ʎɐp buoן ɐ puɐ ‘doʇs oʇ ǝɯıʇ ou ‘ɹǝʇɐʍ ou ‘pooɟ ou
˙ʇuǝɯǝbpnظ ɟo ɹoɹɹǝ ןɐɔıʇıɹɔ ɐ uo pǝssnɔoɟ ı ʇɐɥʇ ǝɯıʇ sıɥʇ ʇnoqɐ osןɐ sɐʍ ʇı ˙ǝɔɐɟ ʎɯ uı ‘dn pǝʞɔıʞ puıʍ buıuǝʌǝ ǝɥʇ uǝɥʇ
˙ǝıbbıq ou ‘ɥǝɯ ˙ǝpıɹ ʎɯ oʇ sʞɔoןq ʍǝɟ ɐ pǝppɐ puɐ puɐןʞɹıʞ uı ʇsoן ʇob ı ןıʇun…puɐןʞɹıʞ oʇuı ʇuǝɔsǝp ǝןıɯ ǝǝɹɥʇ ǝɥʇ pǝʎoظuǝ ʎןןɐǝɹ ı ˙poob ʎןןɐǝɹ buıןǝǝɟ sɐʍ ı puɐ – ʇno ǝɔıu os sɐʍ ʇı ˙ǝɔɐd ןnɟɹǝpuoʍ ɐ ʇɐ ןןıɥ ǝɥʇ dn pǝʞuɐɹɔ ı ˙ʇou pıp ɯsɐısnɥʇuǝ ʎɯ ʇnq pǝddoɹp pǝǝds ǝbɐɹǝʌɐ ʎɯ puɐ ɐʇıuɐnظ ʇɐ ןןıɥ ǝɥʇ ʞooʇ ı uǝɥʍ
¡ʇǝǝʍɥns ˙ɥdɯ81 ɟo ǝbɐɹǝʌɐ uɐ ʇɐ sǝןıɯ 04 ˙ʎןןɐǝɹ ‘ןɐuoıʇɐɹ – sɹnoɥ 2 ɹǝʌo ʇsnظ ɟo ןɐʇoʇ ɐ uı ǝɯoɥ ʇı ǝʞɐɯ pןnoʍ ı pǝɹnbıɟ ı
*˙buıɔı ǝɥʇ sɐʍ ɹǝʞıq uıɐʇunoɯ ǝɥʇ ɥʇıʍ ǝɔɐɹ ”uǝʌǝ-ʇǝb“ ǝɥʇ
˙ɹǝbboɹɟ ɟo uoısɹǝʌ p3 ɐ ǝʞıן sɐʍ sʇsıןɔʎɔ puɐ suɐıɹʇsǝpǝd ɹǝɥʇo ǝɥʇ ɟo ןןɐ buıpıoʌɐ ‘ɹnoɥ uɐ sǝןıɯ +22 ʇɐ uɐɯןıb ǝʞɹnq ʇɐןɟ ǝɥʇ buoןɐ buıqɯoq ‘ʇɐǝɹb ʇno pǝʇɹɐʇs ʇı
˙ǝɹoɯuǝʞ ɐıʌ ‘ǝɯoɥ ʎɐʍ buoן ǝɥʇ oıʌןıs ǝʞıqznɹɔ ʎɯ ǝpıɹ oʇ pǝpıɔǝp ı ‘ʇuǝɯoɯ ǝɥʇ ɟo ɹnds ǝɥʇ uo ’03:91 ʇɐ os ˙ɯןɐɔ puɐ ɯɹɐʍ ؛ʇno ǝɔıu sɐʍ ʇı ʇɥbıu ʇsɐן
We delivered frozen cookies to the neighbor just now. They were ordered last month in yafr (yet another fundraiser).
The neighbor likely forgot she had ordered them and asked
Did I already pay for these?
Yes.
Okay. I just ordered some more from my grandson!
(now addressing the girls in that singsong kid voice)
We are going to have cookies coming out of our ears!
A momentary somewhat uncomfortable silence followed while the girls parsed this strange sounding idiom.
The Wee Mermaid broke the silence with a nervous giggle and said
Well, our ears aren’t like that
Biking, for me, is the most reliable & enjoyable way to get into and out of town. To get “there” it wins hands down but…
If I need to get there post-haste then the absolute fastest way (short of a motorcycle) is to go multi-modal and combine a bike ride with a trip on The Sounder. But…
If I miss the train I wait. And further some of the benefit of the bike ride is gone while the burden of a nip-tuck schedule weighs on my mind and negatively affects my trip across town. But…
If I take the bus I walk. And if I walk on a day like today, when the weather is calm, and when the pressure to get there isn’t primary…well…then…nothing compares to a leisurely stroll through The Market.
The smell of the pastries, the bustle of shopkeepers folding their mobile stations up for the night, a short cup of coffee in your hand, and all of the wacky, harried, smelly, angry, zoned out, and beautiful people doing their thang!
Even a leisurely bike ride across town can’t compare. The inhospitable nature of a city street is only exceeded by the sterile and emotionless freeway for the reward it brings you. The sidewalk is the best place when you are just being there and not really in need of getting there.
If you have the occasion, take a stroll and soak it all in.
I just finished registering for the Human Power Challenge in Portland over Memorial Day weekend.
I registered for the 10 mile time trial event (Saturday PM) and the 200Meter (flying start) sprints (Sun AM).
My goal for the 10 mile event is an average of 23MPH over the 9.75 mile course.
My goal for the 200M sprint is any value over 30MPH.
I am using what I think I might be capable of compared with last years results (found here http://www.ohpv.org/HPC/index.html) and estimating where I might fit based on skills, bikes, etc.
Any real wind would probably mean adjustment of those goals as they are a little aggressive.
Gonna be fun though.
Riding home about ten minutes ago and off to my left I heard a popping noise from across the street (from a car?) nearly simultaneously I felt a dull thwack on my arm. I immediately presumed I had been sniped with a BB.
I rode on, ponderously, for about 500 meters and considered the possibility that I was thwacked with a rock shot off of a car tire. I have done it plenty with my high pressure bike tires; but never across a street, through moving traffic.
So I stopped, removed my jacket to inspect the impact mark. It was smallish, and metal flakes appeared te be left in my jacket. Could still be a rock but less likely. So I called the police and reported the incident.
I am still waiting for them to arrive and it has been nearly 15 minutes or as long as it has taken to write and edit this post on an iPhone.
I am getting cold and will be leaving soon if they don’t show up.
Mostly I am interested in corroborating with other victims/stories if indeed someone is firing at passersby.
Update: the sheriff showed up about five minutes later. Apologized for keeping me – he was clearing a home after a burglary – took my report and mentioned that it was likely a pellet gun shot out of a passing vehicle. So guessed because of other recent reports closer into Renton.
A few days ago, in a sentence, I referred to the wrong Gramma.
I mean really, how many of us have used the wrong name before?
Don’t answer that.
Suffice it to say that the three year old mermaid set me straight.
No Dada! We’re goin’ ta GrammaNana’s not GrammaTeeta’s… because GrammaNana has MaggieMae and GrammaTeeta says ‘YumSchmum’.
I sat corrected.
It is too nice outside not to be in it.
Tonight I was half-heartedly playing with The Mermaids and trying to eat a nutritious dinner of corn chex.
The Mermaids are always interested in “stealing” a bite or two using the baby bird method*.
Tonight they helped me clean out three bowls and the last one had a little extra milk(soy) when the baby-birding began in earnest.
I couldn’t keep up with the little tweets and they were so demanding I paused and said,
What do I look like…?
I wasn’t able to come up with anything so Emma smartly filled the space;
You look like a man without a horse.
I have no inkling where that came from but as it turns out…she is so right.
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*They just walk up casually and open their mouths usually with an added “ahhhh”.
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