Peter Rabbit is this stupid book
About this stupid rabbit who steals
Vegetables from other peoples' gardens
One of the books for my book club this month was Life of Pi. It's one that I didn't really know much about before I read it, but even so had been on my mental reading list for awhile because I heard it was good. I read a good bit of it on my way up to Connecticut last week, and finished it while I was there*. And after I finished it I digested, chewed on it awile. This week I started it again from the beginning so I could pick up on things I might have missed the first time around. It's gotten me thinking about human-nature, animal instinct, God, religion, survival, life, and trials. I'm excited for my book club in a couple days because I want to hear what other people have to say about it.
So, go on. Get to your library. Check it out. Read it.
* Don't worry, I still had something to read on the way home. I read an abridged version of Les Miserables aloud to Marty as he drove. I'd also recommend this book.
The name of the rabbit was Peter.
...205, 206, 207!
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Saturday, August 26, 2006
Highlights of my trip up north
Shana already posted about some of the things we did when I was there last weekend, but I wanted to add some of my own favorites...
On that half-mile walk home that seemed so long, I told Hunter that I remembered the day he was born and finding out that he was born. I also told him that I was his first baby-sitter when I watched him for a couple hours so that Shana could go to the temple. That was when he was maybe 10-14 days old. Shana added the detail of the fact that she even remembers what Hunter was wearing that day--and that it's an outfit they still have and that each of his brothers have worn as well.
Noah, Denver and I spent some time in the backyard making obstacle courses for each other--"run around those three trees, run up the slide, slide down the ladder, sit on each swing, a door will appear, go through the door, run behind the pee tree, and back here." Here's something about Razor, she's really good at walking on paths, and if I pick up the pace and run in such an environment, she's delighted and will follow my lead. However, while she enjoys running around in an open field, she has never seen any purpose for me to do so, and when I do, her response is to chase me, barking and nipping at my ankles (and she only does this to me). Anyway, that was an added obstacle for the courses that I ran, and Noah and Denver sure got a kick out of it. (And on the parts where I was on the playground equipment or otherwise inaccessable, she'd lie in wait to pounce on the next straight-away.
I loved how the boys laughed and laughed when I told them that I have a special blanket. I'm a grown up--grown-ups don't have special blankets--that's just silly!
Caleb wasn't real sure what to think of me at first. But I unknowingly took something to better my luck with him--silky pajama pants. There were a couple of times when he felt the silkiness and would begin his snugging and thumb-sucking process.
On the way home from church I told Mark that he sure has a cute wife and boys. Shana responded with "Sonnet, your brother's hot." And then I asked if she wanted me to see if he wanted to go out with her. The boys were a little confused at this back and forth at first. Then they got it--sort of.
When Sunday night came and I told Denver that Marty was on his way to their house, Denver was disappointed. Not that Denver had anything against Marty per se, but because his arrival meant I'd be leaving soon.
I had a real good time. It's always a pleasure being "Aunt Sonnet." I wish I could have similar weekends more often.
On that half-mile walk home that seemed so long, I told Hunter that I remembered the day he was born and finding out that he was born. I also told him that I was his first baby-sitter when I watched him for a couple hours so that Shana could go to the temple. That was when he was maybe 10-14 days old. Shana added the detail of the fact that she even remembers what Hunter was wearing that day--and that it's an outfit they still have and that each of his brothers have worn as well.
Noah, Denver and I spent some time in the backyard making obstacle courses for each other--"run around those three trees, run up the slide, slide down the ladder, sit on each swing, a door will appear, go through the door, run behind the pee tree, and back here." Here's something about Razor, she's really good at walking on paths, and if I pick up the pace and run in such an environment, she's delighted and will follow my lead. However, while she enjoys running around in an open field, she has never seen any purpose for me to do so, and when I do, her response is to chase me, barking and nipping at my ankles (and she only does this to me). Anyway, that was an added obstacle for the courses that I ran, and Noah and Denver sure got a kick out of it. (And on the parts where I was on the playground equipment or otherwise inaccessable, she'd lie in wait to pounce on the next straight-away.
I loved how the boys laughed and laughed when I told them that I have a special blanket. I'm a grown up--grown-ups don't have special blankets--that's just silly!
Caleb wasn't real sure what to think of me at first. But I unknowingly took something to better my luck with him--silky pajama pants. There were a couple of times when he felt the silkiness and would begin his snugging and thumb-sucking process.
On the way home from church I told Mark that he sure has a cute wife and boys. Shana responded with "Sonnet, your brother's hot." And then I asked if she wanted me to see if he wanted to go out with her. The boys were a little confused at this back and forth at first. Then they got it--sort of.
When Sunday night came and I told Denver that Marty was on his way to their house, Denver was disappointed. Not that Denver had anything against Marty per se, but because his arrival meant I'd be leaving soon.
I had a real good time. It's always a pleasure being "Aunt Sonnet." I wish I could have similar weekends more often.
Thursday, August 24, 2006
"Speed Limit Enforced by Aircraft"
Driving through Virginia last week, I saw these signs a number of times. Before I got home and did a little research about how this works, I let my imagination run wild.
I imagined helicopters or airplanes pulling over offending vehicles. Or catching the cars in their tractor beam. And for those who are REALLY speeding--a zap with the photon torpedoes.
I imagined helicopters or airplanes pulling over offending vehicles. Or catching the cars in their tractor beam. And for those who are REALLY speeding--a zap with the photon torpedoes.
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
More car troubles
Yesterday as I was driving home from work, the trip got bumpy quite suddenly. I looked in my rear view mirror in time to see the tread that that was no longer a part of my rear tire. I pulled over (incidentally, it was almost the same place where I ran out of gas). A nice man in the car behind me who had noticed my troubles also pulled over to make sure I was OK. And I was. But I called Marty to come help me out anyway. Before Marty got there, a Highway Patrolman also pulled over, flashing lights and all. He changed the tire for me. Unfortunately, my spare was a little flat. I tried to get air at a gas station kind of on my way home, but the air machine was out of order. So I drove home nice and slow, irritating the people in the cars behind me as I plugged along. I made it.
Today I took the other car to work. It seems to like me better.
Today I took the other car to work. It seems to like me better.
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
A day of spoiling
One of my favorite parts of this weekend was eating ice cream cake, sitting in my pajamas, soaking my feet, and watching Faerie Tale Theatre, all at once.
What we plan on teaching our kids
A few nights ago we were out for a stroll around the lake. We were on one of the boardwalks over the water when Razor started throwing a fit. There were a couple familes of ducks with about 10 ducklings in the water beside the walk. I told Razor to stop barking at them because she was scaring the babies. Marty said it was OK because it was the "ugly ducks"* that she was barking at.
"That's a terrible life lesson. Do you want our kids to learn that?"
"To bark at ugly ducks? Yeah, that's OK."
If Razor doesn't teach them, Michael has already volunteered.
*
"That's a terrible life lesson. Do you want our kids to learn that?"
"To bark at ugly ducks? Yeah, that's OK."
If Razor doesn't teach them, Michael has already volunteered.
*
Saturday, August 05, 2006
Up
It's late and I'm still up. Marty's sleeping, and Razor's sitting somewhere in the dark not too far away. I just heard her sigh--exasperated that I'm not sleeping, and that means she can't either. I'm tired. But not sleepy. I've tried lying in bed pretending, but I got antsy so I finished the chapter in the book I was reading before Marty turned out the light (hooray for my headlamp! :) ).
And now I'm a little bugged with myself. I had a doctor's appointment this week and he asked how I'm sleeping. "Fine," I answered. Marty asked me about that later because I haven't exactly been sleeping fine. I wasn't trying to lie to my doctor or keep him from helping me--I just wasn't thinking when I answered. And since then I've been sleeping even less fine.
Hmmph.
And now I'm a little bugged with myself. I had a doctor's appointment this week and he asked how I'm sleeping. "Fine," I answered. Marty asked me about that later because I haven't exactly been sleeping fine. I wasn't trying to lie to my doctor or keep him from helping me--I just wasn't thinking when I answered. And since then I've been sleeping even less fine.
Hmmph.
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