it was my birthday yesterday
I am four now. Three was a rough but rewarding year.
because it is sunday and there is no beer in the house and it is north georgia and we have these damned blue laws i am celebrating my accomplishment with a good sarsaparilla
ten percent of nothing
Culture Mind name
cotton candy grin
Yesterday, I went on a last minute trip to Birmingham and I have to say that when I arrived home at the exact moment of the first pitch for the baseball game I held tickets to, I was ready to give up, stay home and drink a beer on the couch. Instead, we all piled into the van, made it to the park in record time, and the two innings we missed were replaced by two extra exciting innings at the end. We ate cotton candy and super pretzels and Floyd and I drank ice brewed beer beverages in oversized cans, and after the game they had fireworks. It was a great night.
It was so good that we decided to go to the July 4th game for the big fireworks show for the first time in four years.
pizza night
Tonight Finn made the sauce, rolled the dough, and dressed the pizza. She is still nervous about sliding them into the hot oven, but she will get there soon.
gratuitous kilo bravo tango
brute neighbors by joseph peragine (in the north baggage claim at Hartsfield-Jackson International Airport)
We enjoyed seeing this distopian infestation installation during our rambles today. It is worth looking for when, not if you make it over this way.
(image via josephperagine)
Just Dropped In - Kenny Rogers and The First Edition
Kenny Rogers?! How did Monster Magnet never cover this song? We watched The Big Lebowski for movie night with the girls this week. We were supposed to be watching isolationist space thriller, Outland, starring Sean Freaking Connery, but last minute detours are par for the course on movie night, and the Dude was a big hit.
also i found my mind in a brown paper bag once too but really who hasn’t and also happy sunny breezy sunday imaginary constructs -mumblelard
peanut wagon
the spring tanager or a year until five
(two inch cube ice cube via mumblelard two inch cube ice cube industries)
again we are defeated
Last night for movie night, we watched all three and a half hours of Akira Kurosawa’s Seven Samurai. We only planned on watching the first half , but everyone was enjoying the movie so we stayed up late and watched the whole thing. The girls had lots of questions, but I didn’t have my notebook open to write them down. Sometimes it is fun to watch the little watchers and watch myself and watch my old selves watching these same films, but other times it is better to just sit and sink into the movie.
I remember a few things. Fallie doesn’t like black and white movies where it is hard to tell the difference between daytime and nighttime. I tried to point out the signals that we are given like fires and lanterns for night, but she was unconvinced and unswayed in her criticism.
Mifune’s Kikuchiyo was everyone’s favorite samurai. Finn belly laughed when he failed his dexterity test and the kid cracked him in the head with a piece of kindling. It was hard to take when he died.
They both insisted that I explain why the farmer’s wife ran back into the fire when she saw that he had come to rescue her from the bandits. I told them that the bandits had beat her and made her crazy. They can figure the rest out later.
Finn wanted to know what Kambei meant by the lines that ended the movie: “So, again we are defeated. The farmers have won. Not us.” It was a good question, but a big one and it was late. I told her that I would explain in the morning. So far, she has not brought it up again, but I know that there is no way that I am off the hook.
(image via Seven Samurai)
homemade-brownie pancakes
Today was a special end of spring break Sunday edition pancake day. We didn’t travel anywhere this week, but we had a busy week with one museum day, two easter egg hunts, one golden prize winning egg, one Alice in Wonderland, one albino-snake wrangler, two sleepovers, one reunion with an old Montessori school chum, two dog-sitting gigs, one brownie baking session, one movie night viewing of Blade (Finn cried when Whistler died), multiple creek exploring tree climbing sessions, one lost tooth, and one buckle fracture.
I used the last of the brownies to make the pancakes today, and while they are not the prettiest pancakes ever, I am told they were yummy.
