November 10, 2008

I got the little chokey thing in my throat.

Filed under: Politics — Tags: , — denise @ 1:54 pm

I thought I was mostly over it, but my husband posted this link on his blog… and the pictures made me get all holy-shit-this-actually-happened all over again.

Check it here: Could be Considered Dangerous

October 1, 2008

Foe Molly? – A one act play

Filed under: Family,Love — Tags: , , , , , , — denise @ 4:35 am

SetKitchen, in never-before-seen state of being almost bare and yet somehow messy, as Kory Husband is going to be painting the kitchen with his buddies tomorrow. (Read: slap on some paint and drink beers and take 27 smoke breaks until one of them dares the other ones to see what happens if they mix all the cleaning products under the sink together and then breath in the fumes.)

Wife is surreptitiously eating The Baby’s sugar cookie from Perkins. She appears to be eating it sneakily and guiltily even though she is almost certain her daughter didn’t even know she HAD a cookie from Perkins.

Husband walks in kitchen. Seeking coffee. And more…….


Husband: Gimmee some sugar.

[Husband makes “eyebrows” at Wife]

Wife: [Crumbs on face and sprinkled across her bosom, an area of such food collection capability, if is commonly referred to as her “SNACK TRAYS”]   I’m eating a cookie.

Husband: [grabbing Wife] So? Give me a kiss.

[Wife gives Husband chaste, quick kiss]

Husband: [affronted]  No! A REAL kiss.

Wife: Hoooooooney.  I am eating a cookie. I have food in my mouth. On my mouth. In my hands. On my shirt.

Husband: I don’t care.  I like the food on your…… shirt………  [A lot a lot a lot of eyebrow waggles]

[Wife, sighing, giving off definite “I am really being inconvenienced, here”, body language. She leans in and gives the same type of kiss but like 7 or 8 times – machine gun- style. kiss!kiss!kiss!kiss!kiss!]

[Husband makes assumption that this is the start of something]

[An uncomfortable moment happens when Wife pulls back, done with kissing, and takes a bite of her cookie while Husband is still partially kissing the air in the space that Wife used to occupy]

Husband: More.  [A directive]

[Wife leans in to give more kiss!kiss!kiss!-type action and Husband grabs wife and kisses her in a way that appears as if he is about to cover her face with his mouth like a scuba mask.]

[Wife breaks away, laughing]

Wife: You’re being all….. MAULY……..!

Husband: Not really. [Grinning]  I’m being faux mauly.

Wife: Did you just say FAUX MAULY?!

[Husband smiles and leaves the room with his coffee, brushing cookie crumbs off his shirt, with the certain knowledge that he just made the blog.]

[Curtain closes]


September 29, 2008

Farmer’s Market with someone 70 years younger than John McCain

We hit the Mill City Farmer’s Market on Saturday and Kory took these gorgeous pictures of The Baby and various food items.

The Baby caused quite a stir with her new shirt that Mommy bought her at Things Younger Than John McCain. People approached us in a steady stream asking about the shirt, where we got it, how to buy it, etc. Women in hemp clothes rummaged through their felted bags for a pen and paper to write the website down… Men and teenagers pointed and laughed and a certain someone lapped up the attention and would surely have agreed to sign autographs if she knew how to spell her name.  Instead, she told them, ” CUPCAKE! MOON!” and everyone was all, “Right on, little Democrat.”

A close up of Mr. Duck… with The Baby flapping her wings and saying, “WACK! WACK” in the background.

This is a “Pulled Pork Taco”, but it’s really nachos.  It was so good, we growled and hooted.

Outside the mill…. where we practiced counting.

Counting for The Baby goes like this:


She’s 25% right and that’s pretty good if you aren’t even two two two years old yet.

A picture Kory took of the old mill, that I plan to have framed…

And finally, the flowers we bought on our way out, with amazing and unusual lime green and purple cabbages mixed in.

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