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5.16.2008

Working on Cruise Stuff



This little place is on one of the inlets of Grand Cayman. It was FOR SALE when we were there in March. We saw it as we were leaving the island for our swim with the Stingreys and our Coral expedition. I took about 20 pictures of it...afterall, what more could a girl want in a piece of real estate? It certainly made my heart skip a beat. Palm Trees, shutters instead of windows, a three boat slip, a view of the ocean :) and of course, a guest house for a sister...LOL! Can you imagine the scrapbook retreat possiblities?



The Navigator of the Seas employs about 1200 people to staff each cruise. Two of those people are full-time food decor experts. Seriously. This kind of thing, along with ice sculpting is their sole responsiblity. But don't go thinking they aren't pulling their weight. These beautiful and ultra-creative food sculptures and carvings are all over the place in all the dining areas of the ship. Hundreds of these in all kinds of shapes and sizes are made for each cruise. Every day something different.

And oh my, are they fast. I took this photo following a demonstration of the food carvings and it took maybe 5 minutes to turn this out. It was amazing.

In scrapbooking news, check out the product review on this page at scrapbook.com. I think I have a new hobby...reviewing products. It was fun and it earned me ten dollars...which I promptly used on paper! Of course.

On an unrealted note, does anyone know where I can find a simple tutorial on how to apply a digital brush or frame overlay to photos without Photo Shop? I use Microsoft's Picture It for photo editing and I don't have time to learn Photo Shop right now. (Someday...) Any ideas? I just want to do some very simple frames around some of the beach photos...

Many thanks...and
Happy Saturday.

5.14.2008

Come Meet the Child



Come meet the child
Who loves to be free,
Warmed by the sun
And kissed by the sea.

Come meet the child
Who watches each sky,
Searching for rainbows
Or objects that fly.

Come meet the child
Who hides from the dark,
Bees that can sting
Or dogs that will bark.

Come meet the child
Who’s eager for praise,
Told she is special
And loved many ways.

Come meet the child
Who’s so hard to see.
Come meet the child
That lives within me!

--Jean Warren
© Warren Publishing

Pre-K graduation last night...




5.12.2008

Excitement on Briley

Monday, AM

So there we were driving along the almost deserted Briley Parkway in relative peace when out of nowhere the passengers in my backseat went absolutely beserk. Beserk. Bezerk. I have no idea how to spell it but you know what I mean. Crazy. They went crazy.

Like little girls seeing Hannah Montana.

They craned their necks and begged me to speed up as she passed. Um yeah. Might I remind you that this is your mother's 1997 Jeep Grand Cherokee with 167,ooo miles and --lovely as she is--she does not do "catch up" with a Porsche. Ever. In a million years. Sorry to disappoint, my loves.

What were they freaking out about? A little blue Porsche. The world-famous "Miss Sally" from the movie, Cars.

Shrieks of "Mommy, it's Miss Sally!" could be heard for miles. It was the highlight of our trip to the bread store.

I wonder if drivers of blue Porsches (what's the plural of Porsche? Porschi?) know how special they are to children who love that movie. I suppose drivers of Porsches have always garnered a certain amount of attention...but now it's certainly a different kind of attention...like say smiles and shrieks and pointing from little boys ages 5 to 12 and their Jeep-driving Moms.

"Boy, you're in a heap o' trouble now."


5.10.2008

Planted a boy...




So this happened in my backyard yesterday...these 2 are a constant source of craziness and their need for "playing in the dirt" constantly amazes me. It's one of those things that as a girl, I don't think I can ever completely understand.

Happy Mother's Day, all.

5.09.2008

Bummed.

I'm just bummed.
Bad pictures printed at Walmart.
Whom I hate anyway.
Bad news.
Bad timing.
Bad deals.
Disappointment.
Chores.
Headache.
Just ugh.

5.05.2008

Home Schooling Liberty at risk again.

Good grief.

For the second time in just a few weeks, the rights of Tennessee's home school community (past, present and future) are at risk of being chopped into tiny bits by our very own legislature. (The first time can be read about here.)

This time it's the Department of Education taking aim at all those who have received a high school diploma under the Category 4 - the Church-related School provision of our state law. This provision allows for the utilization of Church-related Umbrella Programs, as home school governing bodies.

According to a recent ruling by the DoE, suddenly all Cetegory 4 diplomas - which have been being issued since - are now WORTHLESS.

Home School Legal Defense hasn't gotten it up on their site yet, but here is the memorandum received this morning.

From the HSLDA E-lert Service...
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May 5, 2008
Tennessee: Calls Needed on Diploma Bill

Dear HSLDA Members and Friends:
We need your help now!
Tennessee homeschoolers are facing both a tremendous opportunity and a potentially devastating threat by legislation being considered this afternoon by the House Education Committee in Nashville.

Our friend, Representative Mike Bell, has proposed an amendment to House Bill 1652 which would require the state to recognize high school diplomas issued by homeschools and church-related schools. This amendment was necessitated by the current policy of the Tennessee Department of Education that diplomas from church-related schools are worthless and are insufficient for employment and admission to schools beyond high school. This is an opportunity to remedy an injustice and discrimination against the thousands of students being taught by their parents through church-related schools.

In reaction to Representative Bell's amendment, the Department of Education has proposed its own amendment which would prevent the vast majority of parents from even teaching their high school level children. This amendment would require that all parents conducting a homeschool and all teachers in church-related schools (Category IV Schools) have a bachelor's degree in order to teach students in grades 9-12.

This is a threat to your basic freedoms which must be stopped today!Today at 3:00 p.m., the House Education Committee will hear House Bill 1652 and consider these amendments. Please take time right now to contact members of the Committee and express your support for Representative Bell's amendment and your opposition to the Department of Education's amendment.

ACTION REQUESTED:(1) Please call or email (both would be better) at least one member of the House Education Committee with this message:

"Please support Representative Mike Bell's amendment to House Bill 1652 which would eliminate discrimination against graduates of church-related schools in Tennessee. Please oppose the amendment offered by the Department of Education which would require all homeschooling parents and teachers in church-related schools to have a baccalaureate degree in order to teach grades 9-12."

The contact information for members of the House Education Committee is set forth below.

If your last name begins with A-I, please call the following members:
Chair Les Winningham (615) 741-6852 rep.leslie.winningham@legislature.state.tn.us
Vice-Chair Tommie Brown(615) 741-4374rep.tommie.brown@legislature.state.tn.us
Secretary Joe Towns, Jr.(615) 741-2189rep.joe.towns@legislature.state.tn.us
Harry Brooks(615) 741-6879rep.harry.brooks@legislature.state.tn.us
Jim Coley(615) 741-8201rep.jim.coley@legislature.state.tn.us
Barbara Cooper(615) 741-4295rep.barbara.cooper@legislature.state.tn.us

If your last name begins with letters J-R, please call these members:
Dolores Gresham(615) 741-6890rep.dolores.gresham@legislature.state.tn.us
Beth Harwell(615) 741-0709rep.beth.harwell@legislature.state.tn.us
John Hood(615) 741-7849rep.john.hood@legislature.state.tn.us
Phillip Johnson(615) 741-7477rep.phillip.johnson@legislature.state.tn.us
Ulysses Jones, Jr.(615) 741-4575rep.ulysses.jones@legislature.state.tn.us
Ron Lollar(615) 741-7084rep.ron.lollar@legislature.state.tn.us

If your last name begins with letters S-Z, please call these members:
Mark Maddox(615) 741-7847rep.mark.maddox@legislature.state.tn.us
Michael McDonald(615) 741-1980rep.michael.mcdonald@legislature.state.tn.us
Gerald McCormick(615) 741-2548rep.gerald.mccormick@legislature.state.tn.us
Richard Montgomery(615) 741-5981rep.richard.montgomery@legislature.state.tn.us
Larry Turner (615) 741-6954rep.larry.turner@legislature.state.tn.us
John Mark Windle(615) 741-1260rep.john.windle@legislature.state.tn.us

To find the name and contact information for your state representative, use HSLDA's Legislative Toolbox at http://capwiz.com/hslda/dbq/officials .

(2) Please forward this email to other homeschooling families who are not members of HSLDA and ask them to contact a member of the House Education Committee as well. If you have any questions or concerns about that this bill would do, please do not hesitate to contact us for additional information.

Sincerely,
Dewitt T. Black, III
HSLDA Senior Counsel
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There's a meeting at the legislature today to consider a bill that will right this wrong step.

Here's a summary page of the laws of homeschooling in Tennessee.

4.30.2008

It's a Beautiful Thing...



Our friends at pre-k are marketing geniuses. As a rule, I don't purchase school pictures. Given that I produce thousands of pictures a year of the boys in my crew...I usually have no problem declining the cheesy-grin snaps that are over-priced from the school photographer. Well, that is until today.

When the little dude came home bearing this monstrosity of an 11x14 black and white picture. It's even printed on matte paper, just like I like.

He looks so sweet...and the black and white is so perfect. How can I not, right?




I don't usually purchase music new...but I made an exception for this, and it has not disappointed. :)

Weird, I didn't mean for this post to be about what I don't usually spend money on...but now you know.

4.29.2008

Crane & Co.



No more suspense. This was the birthday present - Crane & Co. Raspberry and Espresso 100% cotton note cards...no calories, pure luxury.

So now you know.
I love that man.
Happy Tuesday.

4.28.2008

Hello Governor.


The following came in the email today from a friend...made me laugh out loud.


Three Things to Ponder:
1. Cows
2. The Constitution
3. The Ten Commandments


C O W S

Is it just me, or does anyone else find it amazing that during the mad cow epidemic our government could track a single cow, born in Canada almost three years ago, right to the stall where she slept in the state of Washington? And, they tracked her calves to their stalls. But they are unable to locate 11 million illegal aliens wandering around our country. Maybe we should give each of them a cow.


T H E C O N S T I T U T I O N

They keep talking about drafting a Constitution for Iraq. Why don't we just give them ours? It was written by a lot of really smart guys, it has worked for over 200 years, and we're not using it anymore.


T H E TEN C O M M A N D M E N T S

The real reason that we can't have the Ten Commandments posted in a courthouse is this: You cannot post "Thou Shalt Not Steal," "Thou Shalt Not Commit Adultery," and "Thou Shall Not Lie" in a building full of lawyers, judges and politicians...It creates a hostile work environment.

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And now for the political musing that strikes me every once in a while--Joal saw our governor in Starbucks the other day. I told him he should have asked him to stop spending money he doesn't have on behalf of the citizens of the great state of Tennessee.

See, I happen to think that our government should act like it's citizens. When things get tight or an unexpected expense happens, you find some place else to tighten up or you do something useful to generate more income. Something useful being get a job or sell something, not raise taxes. Apparently, our governor doesn't understand this basic principle of economics. Fiscal responsibility...what's that? It surely doesn't mean adding an addition to the house (the one you don't even live in) for parties, with money you don't have. Hello.

There was an article in The Tennessean last week talking about how the state budget may have to "take a hit" (which appears to mean "not grow so much" rather than actually make cuts) given the precarious state of our state economy. Well, I'm not in a panic over the economy...I really don't think it's as bad as some say...but I do know that it's incredulous for the state budget not to feel some shrinkage when it's citizens are also feeling some shrinkage. It's irresponsible of our government to act like a spoiled child in matters of fiscal responsibility. Somebody needs to do some hand-smacking and take a time-out.

So, I'm guessing it was likely a good thing it wasn't me who ran into the governor at Starbucks.



And finally, did you see the 4 (count them...4) new alphabets Quickutz is releasing on Saturday (in honor of "National Scrapbook Day")? I think I may need to take on a new client or three. :)


The Birthday Gift


Today is my birthday. There was a small celebration last night that included a stop-my-heart sweet gift from my husband. It's the kind of gift that say "I know you."

So what did he give me?
Here are some clues.

They are "raspberry and expresso".
And came in a fancy box.
With an embossed band.
I will use them exactly 20 times.
They are 100% cotton.
They are exquisite and indulgent, and a tad ironic.
They are traditional and classic and completely inedible.

Would you like to venture a guess?

4.23.2008

Meet Chippie.



I've been trying for a while to catch a picture of our friend "Chippie" the baby chipmunk who lives in the bushes around our house...finally got it today. Drove into the driveway and noticed he was perched on the rock. Just happened to have the camera in the seat beside me.

Chippie (and his or her ancestors) have lived here as long as we have. We don't dare touch him but he plays in the yard and is a collector like myself...I enjoy watching him play in the mornings.

Hi Chippie.

4.21.2008

Big Shanty Festival, Kennesaw GA




Joal had a one-day meeting in Atlanta on Saturday, so the boys and I went along and attended the 32nd Annual Kennesaw/Big Shanty Festival on the square in Kennesaw, GA. (Kennesaw is a small town just north of Atlanta.)

It was one of those happy accidents - we didn't even know about the festival until Friday. How lucky is that? I love small town festivals, especially one held "on the square". You may recognize something familiar in this picture...if you are a fan of the movie "Fried Green Tomatoes". :)
I so wanted to grab some lunch there but it was completely packed and there were people already waiting in a nice long line. I didn't want to stand around and be boring to the boys for an hour...just to say I had lunched at the world-famous Whistle Stop Cafe...so we didn't hang around. But oh how I wanted to.
You may also notice that in the pictures of Grey, it appears that he took the scissors to his own hair in the front of his head and mangled up his otherwise cute bowl-cut hair. Yep. That would be because that's exactly what he did. And then he had the gall to deny it.
Um.
Yeah.
Smart.
I'm over it. Every child does this at some point, right? It's a right of passage. (That's what I'm telling myself anyway.) Did I mention that he did this 2 days before Easter sunday?
I digress.
Highlights of the day include:

-hearing and seeing a Confederate canon blast by soldiers dressed in period costumes

-foot long corndogs...like at the fair, only better

-riding the mini-train

-arts and crafts

-climbing on board a train car and exploring it's machinery

-seeing belly dancers perform (yes, that was delightful..."Mommy, why are those wadies naked?") For the record, they weren't naked. Mostly.

-music...the music was varied and fabulous

And of course, the Southern Museum. I would really like to go again...I never feel like I get the full impact of a museum by just going thru it once.

In other news, we also visited 2 scrapbook stores: Archivers and Your Scrapbook Clearance Center in Marietta. Enjoyed both...there's nothing like half-price sb shopping! :)

I also picked up awesome paper from Fancy Pants "About a Boy" line...oh man. I love this one called PEACE and the ROCK one! Very cool.

And finally, this is the layout from Jessica Turner's painting techniques class that I took a few weeks ago. I did a little re-arranging. I printed the photo on Bazzill textured cardstock because I accidentally re-sized the photo down too small and it is no longer large enough to be printed without some pixelation. The texture hides the pixelation, for the most part.






So now you know...






The perfect activity for a beautiful spring day.



Today is stunningly gorgous outside and the boys are livin' it up!

4.17.2008

Ship to Shore (Scrapbook Your Cruise! Class)


Just a glimpse of what we'll be doing in the *Ship to Shore* class, a week from Saturday at Scrap'n Memories. This class features product from Scenic Route and Quickutz, my two favorite companies and lots of ideas for scrapbooking your tropical cruise memories.
Kits are available if you can't make it to the class.
Happy Thursday!

4.15.2008

Buttons, beautiful buttons



This row of pretty-ness is lining the shelf above my desk. I found a site - http://www.morebuttons.com/ and oh my...this page is particularly enticing. And having them all sorted and visible...happiness in jars, I tell you.

So now you know.

4.10.2008

A look back at Paper Tearing



I've been the owner and playground manager of a website, http://www.scrapbookchannel.com/ for a million years. OK really only since 2001 but it feels like forever. It's most important function was to be the home of the Scrapbook Stores in TN list, and to serve as a photo-hosting spot for my private work for clients.


Well, as one can imagine, web hosting deals are much better now than they were in 2001 so I've decided to let The Scrapbook Channel go and start something completely new (read: free).


After making this decision, I started going thru all the old files that are stored at the site...and boy did some things really take me back to "the early days" and give me a chuckle.
Pictured above is the 2-page-spread that I created for the class I taught at the very first Simply Southern Scrapbooking Convention in 2002. It was my first time teaching that many people at a time (4 rounds of 24 in a class) and boy was it exhillerating and exhausting. The name of the class was "Just Rip It: the art of paper tearing". I had a blast teaching with Anita who was the best assistant a girl could hope for. :) (I accidentally deleted the original image so I took a new picture...can't bear to throw this LO away, even tho the "t" is missing and I don't own that Sizzix font.
Oh my...Sizzix. Remember the drama when that big red personal die cut machine first came out. It was huge and heavy and we thought it was *the coolest*. It was most definately a whole new level. Look at that marvelous tearing work. And those pen curls that I learned to do from watching Rebecca Sower at a crop.
Before it all goes away forever, here's everything you ever wanted to know about paper tearing (or not) and a bunch of examples:
Check out some other vintage items I found...
A Day-Cation. Oh wow. This faux mosaic tiling technique was a total phase I went thru. I love those fishes...they were cut from cardstock and the covered in an irredescent tissue. The "reporter-style" journaling was obviously from before I learned that it was ok to write in the first person. I was there, afterall. :) Oh and no, I wasn't pregnant, although I do look it. Ugh. Bad sweater. (Yeah, that's right, blame the sweater.)
Gotta Do My Chores Is that the same boy who now stares me dead in the eyes?
Baby Sarah Can you tell I took up stamping with that famous "Fruit of the Vine" set by Close to my Heart? And loved jump rings? Isn't that a cute baby?
So now you know...I've been embraced by this hobby for many years and have done a little of everything. :)

3.31.2008

From my Handmade Invitations Class



This is one of the samples from my Handmade Invitations class...my favorite, in fact. The cake is a Sticko sticker from the vellum line.

Handmade invitations are so easy to make. I had an awesome time prepping for this class. :)

3.30.2008

A new blog crush and a paper crush too.

Pssst. I think I have a new blog crush. You have to go and visit her here. Not only is she the owner of the righteous website The Ribbon Jar, (which is enough to make her super cool in my book) but she's also a "junkie"--which sounds bad but is actually really good. (as in she likes to shop at junque-tique type places from estate sales to Goodwill) and she writes like she's talking to her best friend...which happens to be my favoite style.

(You've noticed, I'm sure.)


And she's a dang good scrapper to boot. A little Cathy. A little Rebecca. A little funkiness all her own. Yep. I've got it bad. :)





And now for the paper crush:

Have you seen the SEI Chick-a-Doo line? Awww sweetness.

I discovered it at the store this week and it's soothing cuteness has just taken over my current regime of projects! It's so springy and happy. :) And it's double-sided too. Love that.


It's clean-up time in my space, which is a good thing for me to do on Sunday evening. I conducted 2 classes at the scrapbook store yesterday (Quickutz club and a class on Hand-made Invitations) and had the pleasure of attending a class on painting techniques taught by Jessica Turner this afternoon...so between packing and unpacking and re-packing...my space was a chaotic heap...but I'm making some progress.


So now you know.

My Quickutz Card...with 90 die cuts!



Be amazed. Be very amazed.
That's right.
90 die cuts on one 6x6 card.
Aren't they delightful?

(12 of the punchies are on the inside.)

I made this card for my QK Class that was last Saturday. The entire class featured this die and this Revolution one too, 2 dies that have become favorites of mine. The smaller one is older but still good for so many things.

In other news, I'm in mourning. Tin Pan South (a writer's festival in Nashville) is this week and I'm unavailable on Tuesday, when The Rutledge Club will be hosting Geoff Moore and Steven Curtis Chapman (along with Billy Gaines and the amazing Ashley Cleveland) and just a few hours later and a few blocks away, Vince Gill will be playing a few tunes. My heart is breaking. I love these unplugged (for the most part) little concerts. It's a Nashville tradition...

3.27.2008

Just a few thoughts...

I would love to see this movie: http://www.poweroftheletter.com/ Does anyone know how I can view it without getting HBO...which I'm not going to do?

Under the heading of *I do not recommend movies*, I watched what I think is a good movie last night. It's a western called Avenging Angel. You can read the Blockbuster synopsis here. It stars Kevin Sorbo (whom I liked to watch in Andromeda) as a preacher who becomes a gun-slinger to avenge the unwarranted death of his wife and child. It's set in a small town in the late 1800's...it's not without some typical gun-slinger/western violence but no curse words. It's predictable but still enjoyable and of course, the preacher finds his way back from the path of vengence in the end and...well, I don't want to spoil it for you. :)

Just a side note: I thought it was interesting that on Andromeda, his late wife's name was Sarah. In this movie, the wife that dies is also named Sarah.

Now the disclaimer: I have given up ever recommending movies to anyone. I have learned the hard way that apparently I a) have weird tastes in movies and b) am not as sensitive to language as other people are and c) am more sensitive to stupidity than most people. So I have a standing rule. I don't ever recommend movies, but I might tell you if I like something I see. But if you choose to watch it...you are on your own. I accept no responsibility.

Just sayin'.

In other news, I have come to an enlightening conclusion about myself and scrapbooking--I need a scrapbooking assistant.

My scrapbooking assistant's duties would include:
--organizing and maintaining my Bazzill. I am inept in this area and consequently spend way too much time hunting for the right shade.
--making die cuts as ordered on large projects that require many of the same die. I get bored easily and hate repetitive tasks. How nice would it be to say "I need 65 of these flowers in this color please." LOL!
--when not otherwise occupied my sb assistant would straighten my area and throw away the giblets.
--when I get "stuck" the scrapbooking assistant would offer suggestions based on supplies I already have so I wouldn't be forced to go to 2peas or scrapbooks.com and check out galleries for ideas with items I don't have and of course, then want to purchase.
--the scrapbook assistant would keep up with my essentials so I could spend less time hunting for things.
--the scrapbooking assistant would be able to (at a moment's notice) remember where I saw a certain idea...whether in a magazine, online or in person.
--the scrapbooking assistant would organize all my photos and oversee the uploading process which takes f-o-r-e-v-e-r.

Don't you think this is a good idea?
If you are a lover of ribbons, such as I, you'll need to feast your eyes on this amazing luxury.

In Quickutz news, the second round of Scrapn' Memories QK Konnections club is meeting this Saturday at 2. There's still some room, if you're interested. The theme is very bold flowers.

And I had a brainstorm tonight. A Quickutz brainstorm. I saw this paper at http://www.scrapbooks.com/ and I was completely lovin' it. And then it hit me...how easy it would be to *make* this paper background with this QK die, which I just so happen to own...so I did. (In real life, the colors are a little cleaner...it's 2 am so I can't take a picture in the outdoor light for a more accurate representation of it. Imagine.)


So now you know.

3.25.2008

Digger



When we told Julian we were having a baby, one of our first discussions had to do with names. J didn't really grasp the life-long implications of and the importance of the naming process and he threw in some truly odd suggestions at first...mostly inanimate objects like "Lego" and "Truck". Being the brilliant parents that we are, (coughcoughcough) we backed up a bit and suggested that maybe we should pick a nickname for the baby first. He liked that idea and we settled on a nickname of "Digger". Many conversations in those days were about Grey-before-we-knew-he-was-Grey...back when he was called "Digger".

I suppose you'd have to know Julian to know how important it was to him to have a brother with the proper appreciation for moving dirt around. Some of you know...the rest of you will have to trust me--the art of digging in the dirt is perhaps what we girls refer to as a "place of bliss" for Julian. He's into it with intensity and always has been. (There's a reason all the pictures I take in our back yard are close-ups...) :)

So as it turns out, the name "Digger" didn't stick. I don't know why. I use it occasionally, and I think I've heard maybe 2 of our friends use it once or twice...but otherwise, he's "Grey". He enjoys getting dirty as much as any boy...but it's not quite a passion for him, like it is his brother. As soon as he was communicative, he let us all know right quick that he doesn't like any nicknames. At. all.

So now, I say it to myself once in a while, just because it's one of those "mommy-things" that I like to remember. I mutter it, under my breath, where no one can hear--especially the boy who hates nicknames.

He so dislikes nicknames, that he has an ongoing feud with a certain little girl in another class at pre-k. It seems that Claire took it upon herself to call him "Greyson-hotdog". I have no idea where she got the idea for "Greyson-hotdog" but it does not fly with him. If we pass her in the hall, he turns his head away and growls. If he sees her on the playground, it always makes the daily report on the ride home.

"Ughh. I saw Claire on the playground. She did it again." he says with as much visible disdain as a 5 year old can manage.

"She called you that name?" I say.

"Ughhh. Yes." he says with a wrinkled nose.

"What did you do?" I venture.

"I didn't like it." he says. Like there's any way I didn't know that.

"I'm sorry she does that to you."

"She's just a silly gur-rul." he announces...and we move on. I've offered to have a talk with his teacher about it, and he always declines.

Anyway...today when I looked out my window, this was what I saw. (see picture above) I couldn't help myself...it just seemed to fit. So I did it - I muttered "Digger" under my breath. And it made me happy. Sometimes, the Mommy needs to be a little sneaky, even knowing he would hate it. Look at him. He was blissfully engaged in sitting in the hole and digging around the edges. I couldn't help it.

He's still my "digger". Shhh. Don't tell.

3.19.2008

Formal Photos from the Cruise



Yeah...I'm not really in love with either one. I felt rushed in the sessions and didn't remember all the "rules".

3.18.2008

Four facts about Grand Cayman



One of our 2 ports of call on this cruise was Grand Cayman. (Unfortunately most of my photos from GC are on an underwater camera that I have yet to get developed. I had no idea that so many places have completely stopped developing film.)




Anyway, we took a taxi from the pier to our excursion point and the taxi driver - Barbara - was exquisitely helpful and being a native, of course she was full of information about Grand Cayman and happy to share it with us.





Five things I found very interesting:





1. Grand Cayman is actually the largest of the group of 3 islands which make up "the Cayman Islands". The population of Grand Cayman is around 48,000 souls. About a third of those are people who have relocated there from some other place. I could see why that would be attractive after about...oh, 5 minutes.





The other two islands are Cayman Brac and Little Cayman.





2. There are two main sources of revenue for the Cayman Islands--tourism and banking. Speaking of banking. Banks in the Grand Cayman are like churches in the south. On. Every. Corner. Sometimes there's more than one bank in an office building. In truth, there are 535 banking institutions operating on the island of Grand Cayman.





I'll save you the time it takes to do the long division. 48,000 divided by 535 is one bank for every 89.7 people. That is one rich little island, people! Well, ya know. Not really...but they do seem to know where all the "money" is burried. :)





3. Iguanas run free and are a common sight in the Caymans. In fact, we saw some congregating on the side of the road. Those things give me the creeps. They are spiney and prickly and way too big for my comfort. For me (the former Mississippi girl) they fall into that same class as armadillos. Creepy.





Grand Cayman is the home of two types of Iguanas - the Common Green Iguana and the very-near-extinct Blue Iguana. The Greens are a common site on the island. The Blues, however, are a very different species found primarily now in the Cayman Islands protected areas, thanks to the Blue Iguana Recovery Program started in 1993 when it was estimated that there were less than 150 wild Blue Iguanas surviving in the wild. I found this particular information fascinating:

It all began in 1938, when the late Bernard C. Lewis from the Institute of
Jamaica, joined an Oxford University Biological Expedition to the Cayman
Islands. With difficulty Lewis collected two Blue Iguanas, a male and a female,
which were later lodged with the British Museum (Natural History). Chapman
Grant, in a monograph published in 1940, formally described the Blue Iguana for
the first time.

Fifty years later, a British researcher was commissioned by the
Cayman Islands Government to carry out a survey of the remaining Blue Iguana
population. Roger Avery, in his report in 1988, came to a very similar
conclusion. In two weeks of systematic searching in the east interior of Grand
Cayman, he glimpsed only three iguanas. It was that same year that the National
Trust for the Cayman Islands was formed.

A fruitful collaboration between the Trust and the US National Zoo began in 1991, when the Zoos' then curator of reptiles, Dale Marcellini, visited Cayman and happened upon the Trust's new Blue Iguana breeding facility. With funding from Friends of the National Zoo, the Trust and zoo intern Kevin Gould began searching for clues on where the last of Cayman's Blue Iguanas might be found.

Answers came from the farming community of East End, and by 1993 a study site with up to five wild iguanas was yielding the first information about population density, threats, diet, behaviour, and breeding in the wild. In 1995 Kevin Gould working with the Trust's Blue Iguana program director Fred Burton, estimated that there were approximately 150 Blue Iguanas still surviving in the wild.

In December 2001, Burton commenced a new survey to assess changes over the past 6 years, to better characterize the area and habitat occupied by the relic population, and to assess the potential for establishing a protected area specifically for the
Blue Iguanas. The results were a shock: less than 25 individuals were estimated
to remain from the original wild population.

This news focused attention on the small released population which the Blue Iguana Recovery Program has established in the QE II Botanic Park. This group of about 30 individuals is now breeding successfully.

In 2002-3 University of Tennessee Master's student Rachel Goodman studied home ranges, habitat use and territorial interactions of this group. Her work yielded information which helped us assess the area of wild habitat which must ultimately be protected and managed to support a restored population of some 1,000 wild Blue Iguanas.

Current and Future Goals
The Blue Iguana Recovery Program is now breeding and rearing over 80 Blue Iguanas a year, with the potential to release over 80 two-year-olds annually into protected areas.

With the QE II Botanic Park now near its carrying capacity limit for
Blue Iguanas, the Program is now restoring a second wild population, in the
National Trust’s Salina Reserve. Longer term, additional managed Blue Iguana
habitat will be needed, to reach a genetically stable population size in the
wild.

From volunteer beginnings the work will soon require a small core team of
professionals, requiring a matching income stream. If we can build sustainable
economic activities benefiting the Blues, a high profile image for the species,
keystone grants and steady science-based conservation work, we firmly believe we
can save the Grand Cayman Blue Iguana. This is one species the world need not
lose.

Info from the BIRP site.


4. The Cayman Islands have their own currency - the Cayman Island dollar. CID for short. I traded money with a store owner who deals in both and the exchange rate is 1 CID for $1.25 US Dollar. (I think I have that right...currency conversaion always confuses me to no end.)



Because the CI is a protectorate of Great Britian, there is a lovely image of the Queen on the CI Dollar.

So now you know...

A new slaw recipe.


I snagged a new recipe from Jamie Oliver's Jamie @ Home show a few weeks ago and we tried it over the weekend.

Incidentally, it should be noted that we live by our own brand of the "Fairness doctrine". If I suffer thru sports of any kind, especially one that forces me to witness my husband acting like a nut and yelling at the tv, then the Food Network and HGTV get "fair and equal time". Conversely, I rarely subject my husband to Food TV but made an exception when I was suffering from the flu and oddly enough, this recipe appealed to him. Um, so of course I made it at the very first opportunity. :) I think Joal's affection for it may have had something to do with Jamie saying it was "hearty and sturdy" or something. I dunno.

It's a slaw made with yogurt and mustard instead of mayo and it uses tons of veggies, instead of just carrots and cabbage. Joal's not much of a fan of mayo.

Winter Cole Slaw
(my take on a recipe by Jamie Oliver)

Shred or thinly slice:

half a head of red cabbage
half an onion
3 peeled carrots
half of a leek bundle
half of a fennel
2 peeled turnips

For the dressing, in a small bowl, combine:
the juice of a lemon
2 small container of plain all-natural yogurt
1 or 2 heaping tablespoons of whole grain mustard
a slight sprinkling of sugar
salt and cracked pepper

Combine all the sliced veggies in a large bowl. Pour the dressing over the veggies and combine with hands.

Serve over sliced roast beef.

When I plated this, I put the roast beef on a piece of toasted wheat bread, and then piled the slaw on.

Next time, I'm thinking of adding some crumbled bacon and perhaps using slightly less whole grain mustard...that's some powerfully tangy stuff.

And one more note: it was better the second day.

Happy Tuesday!

3.17.2008

And the "Get a Clue" award goes to...

Grey had a birthday dollar burning a hole in his jeans pocket yesterday, so he and I took an impromptu trip to the local Dollar Tree early in the evening. (Our little Dollar Tree is a little over a mile away.)

G selected a set of toy items used for pretending one is an FBI agent--standard gear of dark shades, a badge, a non-functioning walkie-talkie, a holster for a belt, and an orange child-sized .45 caliber handgun. Oh and the requisite hand-cuffs...the item that first drew his attention to the set.

So we mosey around the store for a few minutes and make our way to the check out, where we are greeted by a very young male employee of the store who is the cashier. He dutifully scans each of my items and then Grey's FBI set. He takes a look at the toy gun and makes a "humphhh" noise. And then he said "Isn't it sad that American's let their children play with guns?"

(Insert the screeching brakes sound right here.)

Whaaat?

Ummm. No.

It was one of those special moments when I was so surprised to hear what I was hearing; I couldn't come up with an adequate response in a timely manner. My brain was a little disengaged...we were only shopping at the Dollar Tree after all, and that's not usually a place where I am made to feel the need to defend my parenting choices or my Second Amendment rights.

So what I said was "Um, well, it's a little hard to keep him from them when his Uncle is in the Army."

In hindsight, that statement isn't exactly correct--if I thought it was right to keep Army Andy's gun pictures from Grey, I certainly would do it. The truth is I protect Grey from many things that I don't want him exposed to at the ripe old age of five. But, I do not feel the need to deny my son's interest in all things weapon-ish. It's one of those parenting choices I get to make since I am the mommy.

What I wish I had said would have come out sounding a little like a Julia Sugarbaker speech. Something along the lines of ... "Yeah, it's a little hard to keep him from being interested in serving and protecting when his uncle is serving and protecting your scrawny be-hind in the Army in Afghanistan. You think bad guys are gonna give up their fight if we throw cupcakes and water-balloons at them? Ever hear of a piece of paper called the Second Amendment? Do you want police officers laying it on the line against drug dealers armed with automatic weapons and Kevlar-penetrating bullets with only their wits to protect them? Dude. Am I paying extra for this commentary on your ideas on child-rearing?"

It's probably a good thing I can never think of these things in the moment. :)

I believe little boys are born defenders. It's built into them. Defend honor, defend good, defend the fort, the home, the lines of demarcation, defend the ship, the cause, or the standard or whatever it is that needs or merits defending. Those little boys grow up to be men who defend similar things like life, liberty, freedom, fairness, justice, faith, the fragile, those who need defending in other ways. In most cases, that need to defend requires the powerful component of weaponry. Sometimes those weapons are knowledge, action and education...but sometimes the required defensive weapon is a gun.

Playing with a toy gun most certainly does not make a little boy anything but normal. Cops and robbers is a universal right of boyhood passage. Learning about gun safety and appropriate use of a firearm, as it becomes an age-appropriate topic, is as important as reading and writing and music. A healthy curiosity must be trained and guided as a boy grows. Simply saying "guns are evil" is the parental equivalent of "the street is a bad place" but never explaining how to cross a street, how to be safe near a street and how not to play in the street. Ignoring it doesn't make it go away.

And finally, if I really thought it was "sad" that Americans let their children play with toy guns...would I really be footing the bill for an offensive item?

‘All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing’

There's extensive controversy over whether or not the man who is commonly credited with this statement --Sir Edmund Burke-- actually said it or wrote it...but whoever first said it or wrote it has my full agreement. This call to pro-activity and strength - action before re-action - is a powerful thing to me. In modern terms, I don't believe in parenting from the back seat. I'm in the fight for raising the best possible children. I've not mastered it. I make mistakes, for which I repent and start again, but I certainly will not leave them out in the cold, uninformed and uneducated on how best to pursue and master that which comes as natural to them as breathing...being born defenders.

Admire and admonish.
Build and believe.
Cultivate and control.
Discipline and dare.
Encourage and educate.
Forgive and free.
Give and govern.
Help and hear.
Inspire and instill.

(to be continued)

3.15.2008

Five years ago this morning...





Five years ago this morning, the world became a brighter place for me to live, because this little boy was born - finally - healthy - and full of peace. Tonight we celebrated that event for the fifth time...with chocolate donuts slathered in vanilla icing and red sprinkles. Oh and vanilla frozen yogurt too.



My little communicator.

Mr. Annimation.

He who can not simple sit himself on the sofa. He must (must) fly arcoss the living room at full-tilt and flop himself onto the sofa by propelling himself on some pretend spring board...land feet up backwards on the sofa...and then of course roll his body off and start the process all over again...at least 5 times a day.

Teacher of sign-language to all his family.

Reader of little words.

Shy soul.

Lover of Jesus and singer of the chatechism songs with complete ghusto.

Maker of lists.

Big boy.

Little boy.

Teller of jokes.

Digger.

Protective Brother.

Encourager.

Peace-maker.

Consumer of Velveeta shells and cheese.

Shoe organizer.

Affectionate one.

Finally a five-year-old.

Adventure creator.

Cars movie enthusiast.

Real-life friend to Joshua and Sebastian.

Real-life friend to the imaginary boy name Gick (rhymes with Rick) who lives in a box under the bed and eats only hot dogs (poor guy).

Conniver for trips to Dunkin' Donuts and/or Starbucks.

Mr. Blue Eyes.

Reciter of the Pledge of Allegiance.

Wearer of fuzzy bear slippers.

Kabota horn blower.

Boy who loves his Nana and Pawpaw and Gramma and Popa.

And one who thinks his Aunt Deb is the coolest "guh-wol" (girl) ever.

Driver of a Tonka dump truck.

Watcher of "Maggie and the Ferocious Beast" and Zaboomafoo.

Letter writer.

Match-game champion.

Tester of the weather.

My "bug".



Happy Birthday Grey.



In other news, I'm on a card-making tear tonight...few things make me feel creatively happier than when I find two totally unrelated things in my stash that go well together. Happy discoveries. This piece of ribbon has been around forever as has this piece of Scenic Route paper...and just today I noticed how well they went together. And in the spirit of using old stuff...the charm is from Making Memories that I bought at a clearance store in Georgia for 49 cents.

Almost two years ago.






And finally, I have been tagged. Stephanie tagged me...and I've been putting it off. So here goes:


Seven weird or unique things about me...
in no apparent order.


1-I have always been extremely modest. And nowhere is that more clearly defined and underlined than on a cruise to the Caribbean. I'm going all out and getting wild if I'm wearing a sleeveless shirt.


2-I collect wooden-handled artist's paint brushes but I don't paint.


3-I get spastic if there's not something besides water to drink in my refrigerator.


4-I've developed a weird alertness to Julian's seizures. I can feel them coming and no longer panic. I wait until a few hours later to be filled with panic and cry.


5-I'd rather drive a Jeep than any other car in the world.


6-I can not stand it when people on MySpace whom I do not know in real life want to "be friends" even though some of my very best real-life friends are people I met on the internet.


7-I don't think I want to "trade up" my wedding ring. Joal mentioned one day not too long ago that on our twentieth anniversary, (in four years) he might like to buy me a new ring (read: a really big rock). I'm not so sure. I mean...I'm a girl...I like glittery things as much as anyone...but I kinda feel like my tiny little diamond bought by my husband-to-be at 19--when three months salary wasn't nearly what it is now, is a kind-of testament to the endurance of our relationship. My ring was bought with so much love and commitment...he could have given me a lifesaver to wear and I would have said yes. My ring reminds me that things started out very simply for us...and man, we've been thru some fire together...but the simple truth of loving that man and knowing he loves me with ever-increasing goodness still remains the most profound thing I know. Maybe we can talk tennis bracelets or something. :)


So now you know.

2.28.2008

When I said to share...this is not what I intended.

When I taught my children to share, I must have forgotten to specify that that rule of sharing does not apply to the flu.

Yes. Bless their hearts. They have graciously shared their flu with their mom.

Lucky me.

And after all I did for them.

But wow. Have you heard of Tamiflu? The last time I had the flu, it lasted for 9 days and I lost 16 pounds. I was in the bed for 4 days straight. It was seriously bad.

This time, with the Tamiflu, I am feeling better after 2 days in bed. Which is a good thing considering we are leaving tomorrow and it will take something a heck of a lot bigger than a virus to keep me off that ship. I might consider staying home if I'm...oh maybe if someone official declares me *dead*...maybe. Otherwise, I'm going. LOL!

Seriously. I am starting to feel better and the boys are getting back to health too. What could have been extremely dreadful has been avoided. I am so grateful.

Tamiflu. If you start to get the flu--it started with fever and chills for all of us--don't hesitate. It's $100 well spent, if you ask me.

2.26.2008

PS Tina's Cover-Girlie



Did you see the newest Simple Scrapbooks yet? That beautiful smiling cover-girlie belongs to Tina Cockburn! This issue is going with me to Jamaica in a few days...I'm using great restraint to not read it until we leave, don't you think? LOL!

Love the Simple.

Music

Reading this just made me shiver. Can you imagine how powerful that was?

In other news, please pray for my boys. They both have the flu. I can deal with the flu but of course, the fever comes with seizures for Jules. Not exactly the way we wanted to celebrate birthday #12, ya know.

Such is life.

2.20.2008

More than Mud!



We took a field trip with our home school group today out to Mud Puddle Pottery for a class in using clay. What a delightful place!





Mud Puddle Pottery Studio

2.19.2008

The formerly recessive shoe gene is dominating!

The countdown is on--10.5 days to embarkation! I think most of all right now I'm just looking forward to the uninterupted sleep. Yes, I know that's just terrible...


I think this dress from Nordstom (I've gotten hooked on their $5 flat-rate shipping) is positively sheek - I wish it wasn't strapless. I'm infatuated with embroidered things lately.


I'm in full-on class mode right now, which is why I haven't posted any scrapbook-ish things lately. I made a set of sympathy cards for Joal today (by request) but forgot to take pictures of them. (He has had need of several sympathy cards lately...not a good thing to need nor an easy thing to make.) At one point, I was really close to asking him to just go buy some at the card store...I get so critical of myself and my art when it comes to sharing with non-family and/or people I don't really know. There's a certain level of what's the word...nakedness, maybe...that comes with sharing something you make with your hands. When you send some gentle creation forth into the wild blue...not knowing how it will be received...it can certainly bring forth a hint of nervousness. I managed to get through it...but boy, Hallmark almost got some $$ out of me on those.


I'm so ready for this cruise. I am manicured, pedicured (yes, I did...for the first time in my life!), and have a new hair-do (super short perm). If it's true that a woman needs more shoes on vacation than any other time of the year, I'm certainly good to go with 3 pairs of flip-flops (all sparkly and beaded, perfect for looking slendid on the deck), 3 pairs of heels for evenings...(red patent, blue and black), 1 pair of silver flats for the formal evening and 2 pairs of casual shoes (slides and walking shoes--because someone's husband thinks he's going to convince her to actually walk on this trip--ha! Good luck with that one, buddy. Walk to the upper deck, maybe.). I haven't bought/had this many pairs of shoes in the past three years combined...not sure what's up with that.


The red shoes I confess I really didn't need, per se, but there they were, all red and shiney and calling my name. And they were on sale. (That's good, right.) I haven't worn red heels in ages...but I like these. Maybe next time, we'll go a little bolder in the red shoe department. Yes?


OK probably not.


Just wanted to make sure you were paying attention. :)


As a girl who grew up mostly in the 80's, you can imagine my astonishment when I ran across something like these in Khol's! I had no idea that Jelly shoes had made a return trip to popularity--disgusting sweat-mongers that they are. :) Frankly, I think this is proof that little girls know nothing of good fashion. :)

I like how the description says "glittery uppers for extra sparkle"..cause heaven knows you must have as much sparkle as possible on your uppers. LOL!
Ah yes, the lovely 80s fashion rewind...
Well, things to do...things to pack.
Happy Wednesday, everyone!


2.16.2008

That painting...and something about six degrees

Desperation will make you do crazy things, but sometimes crazy gets lucky! You should know that I NEVER forward anything to my whole email collection but I was absolutely in need...So a few days ago I sent out this urgent email to all my local friends, acquaintances and basically anybody who's email address I've ever had, who live in the middle part of my state:

Hi all. I never send anything to my entire local address book but I hope you will understand just this once I hope you can help, even though perhaps it's a long-shot.

A week or so ago I was waiting to check out at Hobby Lobby in Franklin when I noticed the painting that the woman in front of my was holding. It was a beautiful multi-colored heart done in oil with the words to John 3:16 scribed around the outline of the heart. My simple description probably doesn't sound very impressive but I tell you, it was absolutely stunning. The use of multiple colors inside the heart and the way the words of that sacred verse flowed...it just grabbed me.

I was taken with it - so much so that even though I never talk to strangers in line like that - I simply had to ask her if she had painted it. She said she was not the artist, but that she had had it framed. She said it was painted by a local Brentwood artist name Holly Rogers (at least I think that's what she said, I was distracted by trying to check out by this time). She volunteered to give this artist my name and number if I was interested. I wrote down my name, phone and email and gave it to her.

It's been a week and I haven't heard from this artist. I know - I should probably be more patient but I'm not. I have done every google search I can come up with to find a Brentwood oil-painter artist named Holly (Holle, Hollye, etc) and I'm not having any luck. So, if any of this sounds familiar to you...like anyone you may know...I sure would appreciate some help. Forward this to anyone you know that you think might be able to point me in the right direction.

Remember, I'm not even positive that Holly Rogers is the name she said. I was distracted by the check out person, the boys and the painting...I'm just hoping that someone knows something.

With great appreciation,


So I sent out my email and prayed. And guess what. One of the moms from pre-k saw the painting on display at the Y and got the artisits name for me. It is Holly Rhodes and the painting is up for auction in a benefit for the YMCA.

So with that information, I found out that this artist also does work for
http://www.showoffsart.com/.
And a version of the heart is shown on their website.

Yes, it's true.
The web is a small small world!

2.15.2008

More Brad Paisly magic - "It Did"

A single red rose and a table for two
a nice chardonnay and an ocean view
ships coming in and stars coming out
we sat and we talked until the place closed down
then we took a long walk
down on the beach

Her and that white dress and her bare feet
we stopped and we watched that light house light
I pulled her close and i held on tight and I said to myself
it doesn’t get better than this
no it doesn’t get better than this

And it did, it did, oh it did.

Fast forward to that next spring
we were looking for a preacher
Picking out rings
Family coming in and friends coming out
To that little white church on the outskirts of town
Me in that tux fighting butterflies
Tears of joy in my mamma’s eyes
Her daddy walking her down the aisle
He lifted that veil and I saw that smile
and I said to myself
it doesn’t get better than this

no it doesn’t get better than this
But it did, it did, oh it did

Just when I start thinking its as good as it can get
This crazy life does something just to let me know
I haven’t seen anything yet

Nine months later nearly to the day
There we were flying down the interstate
Car weaving in, car weaving out
Through traffic running every red light in town
Delivery room and the doctor comes in
I’m right beside her she’s squeezing my hand
One more push and a baby cries
Sweet little angel with his mama’s eyes
And I said to myself it doesn’t get better than this
no it doesn’t get better than this

But it did, it did, oh it did
Yes, it did.

From Fifth Gear

2.13.2008

It's a Blizzard...Tennessee-style.

It's a Blizzard...Tennessee-style..even though that's kinda like calling an aquarium the ocean. It's OK to laugh at the southern reaction to a dozen snowflakes. We over-react to snow because we get so little of it. I call it the hopeful over-reaction. We always hope for more than we got the last time, deprived snow souls that we are.

A good snow day does us good. It makes us slow down and take a day off. It gives the schooled kids an unexpected break from school. It gives grocery stores a boost because we panic and make the "it-might-snow-I-must-report-to-the-mothership-for-milk-eggs-and-bread" run to the nearest Publix or Kroger.

It slows life. It gives good ol' boys with big ol' trucks extra chances to rescue wayward "foreign job" cars that don't weigh enough to keep them on the slippery roads, not that many of our little snowflakes ever really stick to asphalt. It gives reporters the chance to go to the park in the winter and create a little Rockwell-ian film of families having a snowball fight - nevermind that it takes 4 minutes to scrape together enough snow to actually make a snowball worthy of throwing. It brings out the child in all of us - even those who have maybe forgotten how to play.

Snow turns everything beautiful, even if it's just for the better part of one morning. Everything glistens..like the glitter fairy has been up all night throwing a party! It makes the muddy chaos of a well-loved backyard look positively majestic and the dirty up-turned Tonka dumptrucks look almost artful. It's pure snow magic, I tell ya. It's call for a celebration of all things winter! Mittens, magic and mocha with marshmellows, of course. (Oh, that's good. I gotta write that down.) :)

And the best part of the snow is the awesome photos. Pull out the camera baby and dump the Christmas images off the card. We have to take snow pictures. At least 300. Because you never know...we might not get any more snow this year and these may have to last me. Finally, now I can use a few of the three gazillion snow embellishements I've been hoarding!

Snow for this southern girl is a special thing, whether she's 6 or almost 36. See, I forget alot of stuff, but I don't forget snow. Every major snow of my life is etched on my brain. (Of course, it helps that I can count them all on one hand.) It came a similarly "major" snow in Texarkana in 1978 (back in the day when I was still an only child). I know because I was 6 and I spent the whole day riding on a magical tin cookie sheet (sorry mom) down the hill in the yard with my father, who also remembers that day well. Unfortunately, perhaps he remembers it for mostly different reasons. He remembers stepping off the porch onto the yard, thinking his big boot would surely crush through that snow to something solid, only to find out in a split-second that the snow was actually a sheet of surprisingly solid ice. This occured to him, right about the time his backside met the sheet of ice and he started s-l-i-d-i-n-g rather precariously down the slightly sloped yard, towards the mailbox. Of course, the first time was an accident but the next three million times we did it on the cookie sheet on purpose!

Southern snow. It's a wonderful thing!