Archives for April 2007

Try to contain your excitement, everyone – IT’S A LIST!

I’m sure your heart is racing with anticipation.

1. A few days ago we had a little Southern show-down in terms of polite ways to decline invitations. If you’ll recall, the whole thing started because my mother-in-law said that she couldn’t come for a visit because she had to take her recently widowed friend Rubena to eat fried catfish at the church.

Y’all came up with some classics in the comments, no doubt about it; and the four people I asked to judge all picked a different winner. As a result, I had to pick based on how many times a person’s name was mentioned in the voting – which means that our winner is Clemntine. So, Miss Clemntine, email me your address, and I’ll order you a copy of this book!

Y’all’s responses were hilarious, by the way – some gen-u-wine bloggity treasure.

2. For a week or so I’ve wanted to recommend a new blog to y’all, but it’s a little outside my normal reading fare because it’s for the menfolk. It’s called My Best Investments, and I think it’s a funny, family-friendly daddy blog. So pass on the link to the men in your life – I really think they’ll get a kick out of it.

3. Don’t forget that Chris at Notes from the Trenches will be having a prize drawing at the end of this week for all the people who donated to the For Heather love offering. If you click here, you’ll see instructions for how you can sign up (if you haven’t already).

4. Today the four year old beat his daddy at Wii bowling for the first time. Which means that there was MUCH! SCREAMING! because OH! HE DID IT! YAY! AND HE! WAS! SO! EXCITED!

5. There was a snake in our backyard this afternoon.

It’s a shame, really, because we have so enjoyed being outside lately, and now we will NEVER LEAVE OUR HOUSE AGAIN.

Edited to add: new pictures at the bottom because I AM OBSESSED WITH THE GEESE.

Hello my name is BooMama and you may not know this but I have a blog where I write occasionally.

Very occasionally, if this week is any indication.

But then, you know, this. So who cares if I write or not, really.

Hopefully I’ll have something to say in the next day or so (we have a winner that I’ll be announcing oh-so-soon), but in the meantime, check out the pictures of our newest neighbors.

There’s a little pond at the back of our house, and we’ve gotten to know the geese pretty well over the last few months. Alex has named them all, and apparently the one he calls Dora and the one he calls Nemo had them some babies. Some sweet, fluffy babies.

This morning I had just fixed a cup of coffee when I spied the whole family out for a morning swim, and suffice it to say that I was immediately smitten.

So the second Alex and I got home from the grocery store, I insisted that we go in search of the baby geese, and we found them just a few yards away from the pond. We didn’t get too close seeing as how I don’t much care for the idea of being attacked by a male goose and all, but we did get close enough to oooh and aaah over our new feathery friends.

I LOVE THEM.

I want so badly to pet them, but then there’s the pesky matter of the protective father with the snappy beak. Not gonna mess with him.

And then!

Just as were getting ready to come back inside this afternoon, D. spied another family-o-geese to our right.

It’s quite the geese-tacular around here, my friends.

Aren’t they the sweetest?

I mean, aside from the fact that their parents will bite your hand right off if you try to mess with their babies.

See y’all in a little bit.

p.s.
We just saw them again, first snuggling with their mama, then heading out for their afternoon swim.

CAN YOU EVEN STAND ALL THE CUTENESS?

(I don’t really have anything else to say, but if I don’t fill up the space beside the pictures then the next blog post’s format gets all out-of-whack, and my OCD side CANNOT ABIDE IT. So I’m just going to fill up some space now with some random bits of information.

I think Joey Fatone should win “Dancing With The Stars” this year. I find him to be delightful. And entertaining.

I felt oddly sad for Sanjaya when he got voted off of AI earlier this week. Trust me when I tell you that no one was more surprised by my reaction than, you know, I was.

I want to paint our guest bedroom this weekend, but D. wants to work in the yard. The color I like for the guest bedroom is called “Clam Chowder,” and really, I’m none too fond of using a paint color named after a savory mollusk soup. I feel that the paint manufacturers of America should know this.

This should just about do it. Obviously there’s going to have to be a little template troubleshooting as I do not believe my posts are necessarily enhanced when I have to add EVEN MORE random bits of information in order to keep the formatting under control. My regular dose of random is plenty, I think.

Have a lovely weekend.)