Martian Food

It seems as though even the vegetables are dressing up for Halloween. But underneath it all, this is real old fashioned cauliflower, aka Romanesco Cauliflower.

Lately Little J insists that there are only two vegetables worth consuming, carrots and corn. The days of disguising vegetables as broccoli trees and purple beet happy faces went out with the highchair. Even a plate full of martian Christmas trees that Grandpa had to travel all the way to another planet to get didn't impress Little J. Not even one little nibble. Oh well, Grandpa and I thought it was... well... interesting.

You know you are getting old when...

You tell someone of a younger generation to...

and they don't get it.

Monsters Under the Bed

It's almost Halloween and there are Scary monsters everywhere. Consequently, Little J has been refusing to stay in his room at night. For years, I have been amazed at how easy it has been to get him to sleep, most nights anyway. Unfortunately 4 is the age of the monster under the bed and Little J is no exception. Darn. I've tried monster spray and night lights. He has new bedtime buddies and the cartoon before bed routine has been eliminated. We've read the monster under the bed kind of books. Nothing works. Help.



Meanwhile Little J's favorite cartoon character is Scooby Doo. Guess who came to trick or treat in the park this afternoon? None other than...

Managing Waste

A couple weeks ago everyone in our little city received this useful kitchen collector. Because I wasn't exactly sure why we were the recipients of this useful kitchen collector, I read the accompanying instructions. It seems this container is meant to be a convenient place to store all our recyclable food scraps so that we can place them on top of our green waste cart on our regularly scheduled weekly pick up day. We are under no circumstances supposed to contaminate this waste by lining this useful kitchen collector with plastic bags of any type. So, who wants to keep a container full of fruit and vegetable peelings, table scraps (including meat, poultry, fish and cheese), eggshells, coffee grounds with filters, tea bags, bread, paper bags and towels in this useful kitchen collector all week long? Did I mention it has a convenient little lip on the back so it can conveniently hang on the cupboard knobs? I'm thinking wolf spiders, which seem to be quite prevalent in our household at this time, would find a new breeding ground there. I'm sure Wanda would appreciate the easy access to fish bones. It seems a better use might be something a bit more sanitary and a lot less odoriferous, like perhaps all those garbage bills that have been piling up around here...

Creatures in the Night

Wanda was all cuddled up next to me a couple nights ago, ready to sleep through the night, as she has been doing for the last week or so. Suddenly there was a thud on my pillow. Wanda leaped three feet into the air. I reached over to turn on the light just in time to see a giant hairy eight footed monster scurry under my blankets. As Wanda peered into the sheets, ready to pounce on it, perhaps in an attempt to valiantly redeem one of her lost lives, I flew out of bed, ripped back the covers and screamed. Wanda watched with perplexed amusement as I wadded the creature up into the sheets and raced out of the room to fetch hubby to remove the offending beast from my room.

The next morning I mercilessly sprayed the entire room with ant and spider killer. I put a double dose around each window and door frame. I now understood what my daughter in law meant about those bedskirts providing avenues for spiders to creep up under your covers. I considered removing the skirt until I remembered that my visitor had definitely dropped from the ceiling. I sprayed the heat ducts above my bed not giving thought to what the repercussions might be when the hot air hit the vents later that evening. Just for extra measure, I sprayed under the bed and doused the entire bed skirt.

This morning I awoke to find this creature in my bed. I’m a little grateful that it was dead but wondering if there are any surviving brothers and sisters. Note: Wanda did not sleep with me last night.

Happy Birthdays

Little I is 3 and almost as big as Little J who happens to be 4 1/2. The kissin cousins had a frolicking good time this weekend. First the birthday party and than a morning at the park. Meanwhile, grandma is ready for a diet. Yes, I know that's a 4 letter word. But notice I didn't bring it up after the cruise. Somehow I didn't gain weight on the cruise, just gained bad habits. I think I just might have gone over the edge this weekend after a red hat tea, and two birthday parties. I never want to see another cake, crumpet or cookie. Ever. At least not today.

3 Generations at 4

C...achoo

I heard these funny little c-achoo c-achoo noises coming from the kitchen. Wanda tried to tell me that she has caught Little J's cold. Funny Wanda. I can tell a real achoo from a c-achoo. Then Wanda tried to tell me she had planned to clean up the paw prints in the bathroom. If that were true, wouldn't she be using toilet tissue? Wanda is losing ground rapidly... I think she has 3 lives left???

Paws to Redecorate

Wanda pawsed to redecorate my bathroom again. This is just the sink. She also managed to do the floor and my entire shower. 4 lives???

Landfill