Sunday, June 29, 2008
As I was pushing the stroller around the paths I was thinking what I would blog about. Nothing out of the ordinary caught my eye. Lots of families on a Saturday morning looking at the usual animals. I didn't even get my camera out for the first half of our tour.
At the last exhibit, I saw my topic for this post. Goats. We purchased a pack of crackers from the zoo to feed the goats. Meredith fed one goat that came up and would just about take your hand off for one of the crackers. Randy tried to feed a goat that was sitting alone on the side. The goat sniffed the cracker and then walked off. He didn't even lick it. It made me wonder what the crackers taste like. He walked over to some poo laying on the ground and tasted it. He sat down next to his snack and seemed to smile at us. It was like he was saying, "That's what I think of your crackers."
I decided not to taste the crackers.
Saturday, June 28, 2008
I've spent the past two hours in my office listening to quiet music and working with some old photos in Lightroom.
We were going to go camping this weekend, but it turns out EVERYONE in the Upstate camps the week of July 4th. Earlier this week there was also a forecast of rain, so we have postponed our camp out a month or so.
In the morning we are going to head out to the zoo. Later, the kids are going to a birthday party while I stay home with Brenna. Even later than that, we'll head over for Liberty Idol.
Have a good weekend. I'm sure I'll have a story to share after the zoo trip.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
I tell her that I was going to get a poptart but the cookie was easier because I didn't want to wait on the toaster. I still haven't taken a bite of the cookie when she suggests I get a bowl of cereal for breakfast.
I sip my coffee and stare at her. She's waiting for my response and I say, "That would take too much effort."
"What, to lift a spoon to your mouth?"
I felt a need to defend myself after that attack and ended the conversation by saying, "I would have to get a bowl, pour the cereal in, then some milk, and then yes, I would have to lift the spoon to my mouth. Like I said, too much effort."
I ate the cookie.
Monday, June 23, 2008
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Thursday, June 19, 2008
She replied by telling me I would use that day and then still ask for more.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Here's a few photos from the day. It was REALLY hot that day.
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Friday, June 13, 2008
That's not really a problem for me because I almost always bring my lunch with me. I tend to pack it up the night before to make the morning easier but the other morning I didn't have my lunch made and I was running late. While I was in the shower, Cari was downstairs making my lunch for me. After getting ready I grabbed my lunch and ran out the door. When lunch came around, I sat down and looked at my sandwich. Cheese, turkey, and a slice of fresh tomato placed between two pieces of wheat bread.
I kept looking at it while I picked up my cell phone and called home. "Hey, there's a tomato on my sandwich."
She sounded confused when she replied, "I thought you like tomatoes on your sandwich."
I quizzed her, "How is it that McDonald's and every other place can't find a healthy tomato, but you found one?"
That's when she educated me on which tomatoes are safe and which ones are not. Turns out she wasn't trying to poison me.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
I drive past this field everyday as I come and go from work. Last week I threw the camera in the car on the way out and hoped I would find a good side road to pull over on.
After a very frustrating day at work, I drove toward the field and found that side road. The road winds through some woods and hills and comes out on the back side of the field. The sun was still a bit higher than I would have hoped for, but I needed to stop and forget about my day.
I've never stopped and looked at a field of wheat up close before. The first thing that jumped out at me is that crickets LOVE the field. I pulled my car along side with the windows down and three jumped in. I got out of the car to get a few shots and with every step, countless crickets would shoot out from the ground. As I looked closer, I noticed them hanging all over the tall shoots of wheat.
The second thing about the field is the song that it sings. You may not know about the song unless you've spent some time standing next to a wheat field on a quiet day. It's the sound of wind brushing the dry stalks against each other. It's a quiet rustling sound. It's a song that will take your frustrating day and carry it across the field and over the hills.
Sunday, June 08, 2008
Friday, June 06, 2008
It was a miracle that the kids and I prevented the girls from actually getting INTO the mall.
Before dinner, we wanted to find one last cache. It was in the woods and there was no trail. Amanda and I decided to tackle this one by ourselves. As we stomped through the brush, Amanda kept pointing at various plants asking if it was poison ivy. Some of it was, some of it wasn't. I was holding the GPS as we created our own path through the thick woods. We were moving pretty quick until we came up on a small creek. The problem was the creek was fifteen feet down a steep hill from where we stood. If we went down, we wouldn't be coming back the same way. We were still making a plan, and by "we" I mean "I", when Amanda jumped down and caught her fall by grabbing a tree.
She was standing in enough poison ivy she could have made a salad. I stood at the top not wanting to jump. With her down there, I was forced to follow. At the bottom there was a flat area of wet sand near the creek. In the sand we saw human footprints. In the prints, you could see the outline of toes. WHO WOULD WALK AROUND HERE WITHOUT SHOES ON? We were five to ten minutes in a wooded area with no trails. At that point, we decided to abandon the cache and exit the woods immediately. We climbed the opposite bank from where we had jumped and saw a road. We got to the road and followed it back to the parking lot.
As we walked along the road, Amanda was scratching her arm and it made me think of all the poison vines we were pushing through. "So how do you like Geocaching?", I asked her.
She smiled and said, "It's fun."
Thursday, June 05, 2008
That's why it was funny when around eleven this morning, Meredith asked for a drink. She said she wanted HOT CHOCOLATE!
Cari and I eventually stopped laughing and told her it was too hot for that. Meredith came back by saying how cold she was in the house.
I looked at the girl with disbelief and said, "If you can't get warm then go outside, it's almost 100 degrees out there!"
Wednesday, June 04, 2008
My rose garden has been looking worse as each day passes. Large chunks of leaves have been turning yellow and the flowers have not been opening. I had watered them every day since planting. A website suggested that over watered roses would turn yellow, so last week I stopped watering.
The rose tree got much worse last week. I cut back the yellow and the next day more of it turned yellow. It looks like crap.
After cutting grass on Monday night, I went over with a small shovel and removed the top layer of clay to reveal the soil I had placed around the tree. BONE DRY.
When I dug the holes for the roses, I filled it in with planting soil and then covered the top with clay dirt to blend it with the rest of the area. Every night I watered it that first week, the water ran straight over the clay without soaking in. At the time, I didn't realize that was the case.
I scraped the clay off with my hands and formed a dam around each rose bush. Then I flooded each pit three times with the hose. After the third time I checked and saw that I had not removed enough of the clay. I dug my hands into the orange mud and scraped more clay away from the good dirt. I was covered to my elbows in red dirt. I worked the garden until dark Monday evening.
When I got home Tuesday afternoon I got out of the car and walked straight to the garden. I feel stupid for watching my plants die last week. Thankfully, they already were looking much better Tuesday evening. I flooded the pits that I had created, twice more.
It only took me a week to figure out that yellow and brown leaves and dead flowers was the roses' way of saying, "I'M STARVING!" It's a good thing I learned it when I did.