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Tuesday, May 12, 2015
Conversation in the car on the way home from school tonight...Will and I were talking about our neighbor who's his age. We'll call him Jimmy. Jimmy is allowed to do things like watch R - rated movies, drink Mountain Dew by the liter and stay up til the cows come home. We all had a "Jimmy" in our circles growing up, right?
Will mentioned that Jimmy ' s seen the movie "Titanic" and is obsessed with it. Will knows the story from the Magic Tree House books and wanted to know why he's not allowed to see it. I said, "first of all, it's too old for you. And you're a pretty sensitive guy, more sensitive than Jimmy. (Yeah Mom, way more sensitive!) I said that it was a sad story and he'd likely cry. I also mentioned that there's a questionable scene. Of course he asked me what, and I told him that there was a love story put in the movie to make it more exciting to viewers. (Anyone my age or a little younger knows about the scene where Jack is drawing a nude Rose, right!)
Then....Will informs me that Jimmy told him that there's a naked lady in the movie. "Ummm.. yes, there is, I confirm." And the best....."How does the naked lady make it more exciting then?? Unless she's running around naked, screaming that she needs to get dressed before getting in the lifeboat??"
That would certainly make it more entertaining. As for the excitement...talk to me in a couple of years.
Monday, May 11, 2015
Years ago, I was obsessed with collecting postcards. What?? I thought that they were cool. I would buy them for myself if I traveled, get people to send them, I even would get old ones at museums and estate sales. I hadn't seen the cards in years, but with Will having a "culture box" school project on France due this week, I cracked it open for inspiration.
1. Man, most of them are from all over New England. I also have a lot from Alaska and for some reason, Cleveland?
2. Not a single French postcard in the bunch. Dang!
3. I still have a postcard from Salve Regina "congratulating" me on my HS graduation and looking forward to seeing me in June 1995 for orientation. Relic of a bygone era...I'm sure that thry do that by email now.
4. The funniest one was a postcard that I filled out myself, trying to win tickets for a U2 concert in a drawing. Clearly I never sent it...but a drawing by postcard!!! :)
Thursday, April 30, 2015
These are not just brownies. They're a lesson in cause-and-effect, and chemistry.
Will came home from school a few weeks ago, telling us about an assignment. He had to write a recipe for something, and he'd written one for brownies. And he wanted to take the recipe to the next level...he wanted to make them with Dad. Dad is the primary (I am hardly even the secondary!) baker of the household. So they made it a Wednesday "Guys Night" project while I was at knitting group.
The first step is to melt butter for fifteen minutes. Hmmmmm, even I as the "secondary baker" know that if you melt butter for 15 minutes, you aren't going to have butter anymore. You are going to have a scorched mess and a sad kid whose brownies have already taken a death blow in the very first step. So with a little tweaking (i.e. more cocoa, balance of ingredients) a pan of brownies materialized.
Surprisingly, they weren't too bad. Not the fudge-y, chocolate treat you usually have, but they rose in the pan and had some chocolate flavor. And my little scientist wants to keep tweaking the recipe, until it is worthy of The Notebook. The Notebook is a small notebook that I received as a shower gift, in it we copy any recipes that we really, really liked. We put a lot in it the first five years of marriage, now we're a bit more discriminate on what goes into the all-important Notebook. What Will doesn't know, though, is that his recipe is already Notebook-worthy. Just not in the way that he thinks, but in terms of preciousness.
Tuesday, April 21, 2015
We were looking for something fun to do with the boys this past weekend since Monday was a holiday and (GASP) Daddy had the day off! I haven't been out to Six Flags since right before it was Six Flags, so that was.....17 years ago? (I'm suddenly fighting off the urge to sob uncontrollably.)
Monday's weather looked nasty from the news, so we opted for a beautiful sunny Sunday instead. After a breakfast at Cracker Barrel we drove out to the park, expecting crowds. There weren't any! There was only one ride that had a wait, and everything else was just a couple of minutes. Sean and I won superhero capes while playing carnival games, we ate junk food like french fries and funnel cakes and even had ice cream for lunch. Basically, it was the kind of day that little boys dream about. No arguments, no fussing, and the only crying was when Sean wasn't tall enough for two of the rides. (Which is understandable.) We ended up having such a great day, we upgraded our tickets to season passes! Can't wait to go a few more times and next time, we can experience their waterpark. Looking forward to making memories.