It’s a boy! and girl! and another boy! and another girl!……
(discovered on our deck by Kid–doncha wanna have a BBQ on our deck?)
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Posted in animals, Bainbridge Island, WA, outside
dog day
We had sun here a few days back, so I pulled out the Nikon (dog-haters, avert your eyes!).
Happily trotting…yay, my pack is outside. We call this the “yippy skippy.” Everyone must do the yippy skippy!
Like all PNW’ers, smiling in the sun.
Becca’s not Becca without rolling in some crap, which unfortunately is not a figure of speech…
Tortures endured (barely) when one in your pack has girly girl stuff and likes dress-up…
Let me OUT. Someone call my agent.
The End.
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Posted in animals, Bainbridge Island, WA, life is good, outside
Learn-A-Word Wednesday: perdurable \pur-DUR-uh-bul; pur-DYUR-\
adjective:
Very durable; lasting; continuing long.
Perdurable ultimately comes from Late Latin perdurabilis, from Latin perdurare, to last a long time, to endure, from per-, throughout + durare, to last.
Sure, this word is an easy one, although why not just “durable”??
The twist on it I have for you is an example of something you may not expect to be perdurable.
Ta-da!
See the cute, pyramid-like tea bag? Guess what it’s made of. Paper?
No, silly. PLASTIC. Well, Lipton says “gossamer mesh” (oo la la….what is this Victoria Secret tea?)
No, actually, it’s PLASTIC (company position: “PET is completely safe and is 100% recyclable within the plastics waste stream.”). As in, don’t toss them on the compost heap with the other tea bags. The tea inside? Totally biodegradable, I can only hope. The PLASTIC? Not so much.
You have to cut open the bags, empty the tea out, rinse the bag, and THEN recycle them with your (also evil) plastic water bottles.
I just wanted a fruity, white or green tea for iced tea (I AM from Texas, after all, and it WAS hot here).
Now I have a frackin’ moral dilemma: use the tea and toss irresponsibly in the garbage, retaining only my guilt, or do all that crap (see above) and RECYCLE the little pointy devils.
Plus, what about plastics being heated and leaching out toxins, you say? But we don’t have to worry about THAT! We merely pour hot, possibly boiling, wa… Oh.
Thanks, Lipton. Kiss my tannic a$$.
What do you think I should I do?
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beach vacation, anyone?
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the art of crayon haggling
Here’s a story for Make Me Laugh Monday:
We were sitting outside, upstairs at the Seattle Aquarium’s cafe. (Good thing Kid picked the aquarium; we almost went here.)
Anyway, a sunny day, cool breeze, glistening waters of Puget Sound….an ahhhhh day we like to keep secret.
We had coloring books and crayons (Twistables–The Best) for when Kid stops torturing starfish, urchin and anemone.
In the crayon bag, she found three plastic gold coins, and she started “buying” crayons. Thus began our foray into the art of crayon haggling. Something every 4 year old should know, yes?
“How much for the blue one, Mommy?”
“Blue? Everyone loves blue. It’s 4 coins.”
“But I only have 3!” (shocked look)
“Don’t ever say what you have! Just start off low. Say ‘how about 2?’”
“How about 2?” (suddenly obedient)
“No, blue is very popular. (her eyes narrow in anger) It’s usually 4. But I can go ask my manager… (I cover my mouth, whisper to invisible manager)
She says today, there’s a special. You can have it for 3!”“OK!” (victory! gives me coins, which I hand back for the next “sale”)
“How much for the red, Mommy? Say 10!”
“OK, 10.” (hey, her idea!)
“Ummm, how about 1?” (her blue eyes twinkle)
“Are you nuts? That’s too low. How about 9?” (giving my cocky Honda salesman face)
“OK!”
“But you don’t have 9, Kid. (lessons on loans and APR I’m not ready for) Say “2.” Only offer a little bit more, get me to come down.”
“OK. How about 2? Ask your boss, Mommy.” (already going over my head)
“2? The boss would never say okay.”
“Mom! Go ask your boss! Ask your BOSS!!”
“OK, OK….(another whispered conversation) She says no to 2, BUT since she knows you are a regular customer and get all your crayons from us, she says she’d take 3.”
(suddenly, I’m the Crazy Eddie of crayons)
“OK!” (Kid smugly throws coins at me)
Think I’ll bring Kid next time we buy a car.
When salesmen start the song and dance, she’ll yell, “GO ASK YOUR BOSS!!”
That’d move things along.
We could loan her out for other buyers, also. Too bad Jenny already bought her minivan.
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it’s official: we’re White Trash
Move over White Trash Mom (but congrats on the book!), cuz I betcha don’t have THIS in your front yard!
It’s been there a little while, the potty. We have a slow, DIY bathroom remodel going on. The master bath. It’s not getting any bigger (rats), but slightly newer, after we had to check for rot by ripping out the entire shower (there was none).
At dinner, I say to the Hubs, “Maybe I can use it as a planter. Put some dirt and a flower in it?” (oh, yes, that will get him moving this thing to the DUMP!)
Between bites of his smoked rib roast, he says, “Well….it’d have good drainage.”
That’s us, beautifying Bainbridge Island, one eyesore at a time…..
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Posted in Bainbridge Island, WA, growth
Learn-A-Word Wednesday: cavil \KAV-uhl\
intransitive verb:
1. To raise trivial or frivolous objections; to find fault without good reason.
2. To raise trivial objections to.
3. A trivial or frivolous objection.Cavil comes from Latin cavillari, “to jeer, to quibble,” from cavilla, “scoffing.”
This might be me cavilling….
Our little island is known for a few things, greenery in the form of trees and bills, but lots of good restaurants….not so much. We’re even on an island and have NO actual seafood place.
So I should have expected this. I was tired, he had been working, and we ordered take-out last night. Pizza and chopped salad.
The pizza was OK. Kinda cold and stiff. Not great, but not BAD, per se.
The salad, however, was NOT CHOPPED. WHY put a salad on the menu with the name “chopped salad” and then have pieces of lettuce big enough for making wraps? Big enough to cover my Kid’s head?!
We wondered if it was a typo, and they meant to say “unchopped salad.”
People, chop the frickin’ lettuce. Is this so hard?
And what, besides lettuce was included in the salad, you ask. Wellllll, not much. A few walnuts and a few small, flat squares of cheese and salami. That’s it. No other veggies, no diced items of any kind. For $7, wouldn’t you expect a little more for a chopped salad? I’m picturing olives, salami, cheese, peppers, maybe even, oh gosh, celery or cucumbers or sumthang crazy like that.
At this rate, I’ll be COOKING dinner every night when the alternative is just so SAD. We’ll have taco Monday, taco Tuesday, taco Thursday with a day of leftover tacos tossed in.
Which, finally, brings me to the ongoing debate of this household: tip or not tip for take-out??
If you know me, you know I’m cheap, so guess where I come out on it? How about you?
Do you tip or not tip?
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