NO WHINNING
I wrote this little poem on Twitter last night, and I like it so much that I am copying it over here for posterity.
The children asked me
To play Hide and Seek.
So I hid.
But they forgot to look for me.
It was the most peaceful
Five minutes of my day.
I could maybe get into poetry if it’s limited to 140 characters.
(Confused? Check out the back cover of Dani Noir by Nova Ren Suma.)
We watched season one of Game of Thrones on DVD, and a couple episodes of season two through Totally Legitimate Means*, but haven’t continued watching due to inconvenience (watching ont he computer sucks, HBO Go doesn’t play on our PS3). I enjoy the series and would like to eventually catch up. I read the first book but the thought of more characters being introduced (and not having an actor’s face to bring to mind to help me keep them straight) was too daunting so I left it there.
So a few weeks ago when the internet went nuts over Daenerys doing “something badass,” I got nervous. Because I HATE SPOILERS (there is one coming up for season/book one in two sentences). First I checked with Will, because he has read the entire series to date. Surely her act of badassery could not be more impressive than climbing onto a funeral pyre to birth motherfucking DRAGONS? Yes, he told me, it really could.
Oh dear.
So I did the only reasonable thing: I read the Dany chapters of books two and three. Just the Dany chapters. (I also let Will tell me everything that happens to all the other characters, because I only really give a damn about her.) Obviously my definition of reasonable may be different than yours.
*illegitimate, shady means.
We went to the Renaissance Faire yesterday.
Wait. Before we go on, I need you to understand that when I say Renaissance, I am saying it like this:
Okay, now that we’ve established that SUPER IMPORTANT FACT. The faire.
I love our faire. Costumes range from tavern wenches to pirates to barbarians to steam punk and no one gets all weird about it–everyone is just having fun. Anachronisms reign supreme (hoops skirts! Did I mention steam punk?) and it is awesome.
Renting this wagon is the best $15 I’ve spent in recent memory. Pulling it around kind of sucked (though Will did most of that because he is awesome) but it reduced child carrying by about 90% and since it was 104 degrees outside I would have paid double.
Left: Sam climbing the rock wall. Right: Grace was overheated within 10 minutes. Ack.
Will and Sam had a fencing lesson! Sam was actually instructed to make finger guns.
(True fact: Will fenced at pre-Olympic level as a kid, but opted out of intensive Olympic training because he is smart.)
Left: I took this to show Grace how dirty her face was. She laughed. Middle: Grace makes friends everywhere we go. Right: My new motto.
Aww, what a cute pig thief. Somebody let her go!
Ugh, look at that wench. Lock her up and throw away the key.
Grace started asking if she could ride a horse the minute we got there. And here she is riding her choice of the ponies, Ginger!
Grace in the petting zoo. Will took this picture shortly while I leaned against a tree, trying not to pass out from heat exhaustion.
Me and Grace on the dragon boat. She petted the dragon and called him a good boy in between shrieks of joy.
We ended the day with the jumper. Sam did this two years ago and loved it–and you can tell he remembers.
Grace INSISTED on going too, which made me nervous. I wasn’t sure she would go through with it, and it’s the most expensive ride–but she loved it. LOVED IT. She started jumping before the nice young man could give her a test bounce (which they do for all the little kids) and she didn’t stop until he stopped her when her time was up.
Oh yeah, I took video.
Grace loves jumping! from Annika B. Klein on Vimeo.
Grace’s jump comes to an end. from Annika B. Klein on Vimeo.
It was a long day full of heat exhaustion, and we spent way too much money, but it was SO MUCH FUN. And I think we all avoided sunburn! Huzzah!
And then I slept ~12 hours and this morning I very nearly put cayenne pepper on my yogurt instead of cinnamon.
Happy day to all the mothers, all the ladies who hope to be mothers, and everyone who has a mother. (If you are none of those things, happy Sunday.)
A while ago, Grace told me that she really likes my blue necklace. I didn’t have a blue necklace, so much confusion ensued.
Now I know what she meant.
I did it. There’s still a lot I’d like to customize but hahaha I don’t know what I’m doing.
Help change is scary help help.
So, this blog is in pretty desperate need of a redesign. I’ve had this awesome template for seven years. SEVEN YEARS YOU GUYS. Do you know how I know that? Because Vicki finished it right before Sam was born. Do you know what THAT means? SAM IS TURNING SEVEN THIS MONTH.
*panic*
So anyway, I want a tidier, simpler template. I would LOVE to pay somebody to design one for me but that’s just out of the question, so I’m looking at free WordPress themes and wondering if I can figure out how to customize one of them.
(HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA)
*panic*
I’m thinking of maybe using Spartan. If I can even remember how to FTP shit. Oh man.
I am over my head already.
*panic*
Anyway. Ahem. Any thoughts? Suggestions (for themes or ways to keep from panicking)?
I’ve given it some thought, and for my 35th birthday I want:
I don’t think that’s too much to ask, do you?
Okay, first I have to get this out of the way: gift is not a verb. I don’t say “My in-laws gifted us with an Autry membership” because that makes me sound like a fucking tool. I say, “My in-laws gave us an Autry membership.” That is how words work. Do not argue with me.
But that is not what I actually wanted to say. What I want to talk about is the difference between a gift and a sale. ONLINE RETAILERS, TAKE NOTE.
A sale is when you offer a discount on items that you sell. A gift is when you give someone something for free. It is acceptable to offer a “gift with purchase.” UNLESS you do this:
(From my email. The subject line is something about May birthdays–i.e., Sam’s birthday.)
A gift with purchase is not a birthday gift. ESPECIALLY when I have ALREADY PURCHASED a subscription and you know that because THAT IS HOW I GOT ON YOUR MAILING LIST.
(Actually…the subscription was a gift.)
These Star Wars pictures are pretty great, but this one is really destroying my entire understanding of the universe.
*flail*
I think I am going to buy myself a new bag for my birthday. I need one that is better suited to the stuff I carry around with me. I found the Carson bag and it seems to fit the bill! But I can’t decide what color I want.
Red is fun and has been a steady favorite color for approximately ever. Grey is practical and goes with everything. Yellow is cheery and a current favorite. Turquoise is so very me.
Help me choose!
