Showing posts with label major awards. Show all posts
Showing posts with label major awards. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Fair Enough.

So last weekend was actually a delightful one. I somehow had enough energy and motivation, and slightly less anxiety, about getting out of the house and actually doing shit.

The first thing we did on Saturday was go to the local town center to have lunch with my husband's mom and grandma. I ordered ceviche, which of course is raw fish, so that in itself was "brave" of me to take that risk, since I'm usually so food-phobic, especially in restaurants. I mean, OMG WHAT IF I GOT A PARASITE? ...Well, come to think of it, a nice roundworm or tapeworm or two could help me shed some of this unwanted weight....

Bygones.

Anyway, my other major accomplishment was that I let the baby eat tortilla chips...straight off the restaurant table. Now, if you'll please recall, this is what I've previously wiped up when I use Lysol wipes on restaurant tables:



Totes groce right?

I admit I did give a cursory swipe of the table with Sani-Hands...


 ...but didn't do my usual crazed wipedown deep cleaning like a white demon on crack. The baby also touched things like, OMG, the highchair, and crayons, and other things, and I still let her eat chips with her hands. This is a major accomplishment!



Afterward, we all wandered the toy store, and I actually let my kids touch stuff. I know, right?

Doesn't mean I didn't use large quantities of hand sani the second we got back in the car to go home, but still. Baby steps. Baby steps.

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Sunday was by far the most fun day. The fam and I went to a local Farmers Market. They had everything you could ever want, from fresh peaches and blackberries and raspberries and corn and cucumbers and plums, to pastries and headbands and fairy wings and knit blankets and and glass sculptures and jewel earrings and just basically every beautiful or crafty thing under the sun. I went a little crazy and ended by buying a lot of things. Here's some of my loot:



This one shows the fuckamaze flowers I bought for a mere US$10, plus fresh-picked raspberries, these divine tiny plums that look and taste a bit like cherries, some pickled garlic (omg my husband will move out if I eat these), spices to make chip-dips with (lime-cilantro, garlic-habanero, and garlic & chive), some honey sticks for Maya, and this gorgeous glass bottle painted with ladybugs, perfect for Naomi's ladybug-themed room. I plan to put some lovely red flowers in it instead of using it for, say, olive oil or something.

The next pic shows a few of the things I forgot to add the first time, namely, a beautiful ladybug bracelet made especially for my little ladybug Naomi, and some beer-bread mix.




And at last, one more picture of my flowers, because they are the most delightful thing I've seen in a long time:




They make me so happy as I sit here typing, even right now:




The market was right on the naval station pier, so we had a gorgeous view of the Puget Sound and of the boats and such. It was such a beautiful day. I had a really wonderful time. Oh, and my major accomplishments for the day? I let Maya snack on a few fresh berries straight from the baskets, with her bare dirty hands and without washing the berries first and knowing full well that God knows who had pawed through them first. YAY ME!


Just kidding.

No, I mean, she did eat the berries, but cured? lol forever.

Anyway, it was a beautiful day.

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On Monday, since my husband Code Red had the day off, we went to the Monroe Fair. I had actually been dreading it, since fairs are filthy business rife with smells of fried onions, filthy carnies, and vomit. I also knew we'd have to let Maya go on some rides, like the carousel, and she'd have to, yes, once again, touch things. Like, I know you don't get how hard this is for me, to merely let my kids touch things, but trust me, it's hard.

But we had a good time. It was another sunny day, and we wandered all about the grandstands, looked at all the cows and baby cows and pigs and baby pigs and goats and baby goats and other such adorableness. I even went on a ride or two, namely, the Super Shot, which brings you up approx 923749038523 feet in the air and then drops you in a dead freefall.

Here I am getting ready to go, stomach in delicious knots:




Here I am on my way up:




And here I am after my death-defying drop:


I am hardcore, yo. Even did it with a walking cast on.

It was a blast.

I also bought a few wonderful things, like a beautiful ring for on the cheap, and an even more beautiful bracelet (for $5!! She could have sold those things for $20 at least!). I also bought some carved wooden frames with the girls' names in them, which I will put photos in and hang on the wall. Oh, oh!! And three air plants! (The pics on that link do not do them justice.) I love them, they are so beautiful and sweet. I plan to put them in gorgeous tiny vases filled with glass beads. I hope I do not kill them, as I have a habit of killing even succulents, which are basically unkillable.

Oh and I let the baby have a taste of fair food. Fair food is notorious for being, let's just say, unsanitary. But I did it. I did it.

Here are a few (thousand) photos from our adventure:





These goats were snuzzling and loving on each other.




Precious dada and Maya.





Naomi remained unimpressed by the entire experience.




Gorgeous Maya and less-gorgeous JoJo who could benefit from a tapeworm or two from ceviche.




Fairs are so exciting you have to RUN!!




Maya is astounded by the tiny, tiny piglets born 17 days ago.





Is this considered a pornographic photo? BEWBS







Naomi's first ride ever! At first she was nonplussed by the experience, then had a blast.


Here I have to show you her intense concentration on getting this pony thing just right.




My gorgeous darling and a wee goat behind her.

And last but not least, the ickiest part of the day, seeing one of those stands that sells "lotion bars." (They look just like bars of soap but they're made of waxy lotion and you rub them about your hands to moisturize them.) They offer free sample bars for you to try, and I cannot begin to fathom the amount of filthy paws that had previously manhandled those lotion bars. Creeped me out so hard.




And on top of this very pleasant weekend, I've actually felt a bit...dare I say? Happy? Who knows, because my moods change on a dime, but I've felt a lot more content the last 24 hours or so. Maybe it's my new med, which, to treat symptoms, and I quote, is "unknown how it works at this time." Good times. But hey, if it works, it works, even if I'm taking something that might make me grow a third arm.

This weekend gave me hope. but being the Debbie Downer pessimist that I am, I can only wait for the other shoe to drop.

Oh well. I had me a v. nice weekend. And I hope you all did too. :)

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Another Major Award!



Katie over at savingandsharingit, an awesome blog, has awarded me the Versatile Blogger Award! Thank you Katie, I'm so glad you like my weird little journal! :)



Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Frajeelay!

Aww. My new buddy Thea over at The Lint Trap decided to give me an award today! TWO awards today! I get these awards, as she tells me, "because your posts make me pee in pants on a regular basis." Right back atcha, babe. ;) Wooo for pee-pee panties!!

BEHOLD, MY AWARDS:



W00t! I'm a versatile blogger ON FIYAH!


The rules of redeeming these awards are as such: Write seven things about yourself and then pass the award on to 10 other bloggers. 

Well OK then.

1. I have OCD. lulz.

2. When I was one year old, I held a live bumblebee in my hand for the entire duration of a car ride and wasn't stung, but the bee later emerged rather disheveled and buzzed off drunkenly. When I was 7, I was stung by a bumblebee on my butt and then had to sit through my cousin's theater performance for 3 hours on a metal folding chair. When I was 8, I was stung by a wasp on my elbow, and it left a scar, which I proudly displayed at show-and-tell. Two weeks in a row. I was mad proud, son. When I was 12, I was innocently picking huckleberries at camp and was stung by a bumblebee on my ankle, through my sock. Upon being carried back from the infirmary to my cabin, some asshead kicked the beehive and I was immediately stung on my nose by my eye. When my mom came to pick me up from camp the next day, she quite literally walked right past me and didn't recognize me, because of the swelling.



3. When eating Doritos, I do not just munch them up. I thoroughly lick each one on both sides, before consuming.



4. My first kiss took place behind the dumpster in 8th grade. He and I had planned it all out very carefully, but chickened out the first time. The next day, we again rendezvoused at the dumpster and it finally happened. Magic. Love. The smell of garbage wafting in the air. Oh, and as a cherry on top, 20 years later he turned out to be gay. Right-o, then.



5. I can swallow food and then "bring it back up" on command. I can even do this with liquids. This was a cool cool cool trick in 8th grade, and everyone was revolted astounded and my lunchtime antics.


6. My favorite book in the world is A Confederacy of Dunces. It was the first book to ever make me laugh out loud, and I still do, every time I read it. And I must have read it about 14 times by now. Oh, Ignatius, you mad genius you.



7. As mentioned somedamnwhere else in this blog, I've met Tim Curry in person. I saw him, wearing sunglasses and toting some ratty red luggage, in the baggage line at the Puerto Vallarta airport, and I whispered furiously to my husband, "I AM NOT KIDDING RIGHT NOW BUT THAT IS FUCKING TIM CURRY RIGHT FUCKING THERE." My husband didn't believe me at the time; though, in his defense, Tim did look a bit...off his game. Scruffy, big ol' belly, and all. But then I approached one T. Curry a moment later and requested that I take his photograph, and he said, in his rolling, rich, ridiculous, one-of-a-kind accent, "If I let you take a picture, everyone will want to. Rather, treasure this moment." I answered, "And you also." Later, I fuckin' totally took his picture, covert-like. 


(This was clearly in the days before cameras were awesome)



Moments after I chatted with the old Brit.



And that about does it. Thank you for your time.


Oh yes, but now to name my ten bloggers upon whom I wish to bestow this great honour!

1. http://parentwin.blogspot.com (Jo + Dar = 4evr)
2. http://hurbleburble.blogspot.com/ (because this chick is awesome and she needs to GET GOING on her blog!!)
3. http://mrsschneed.blogspot.com/ She's beautiful, she's interesting, and her kid is adorbz. /END TRANS
4. http://ofmiceandramen.blogspot.com/ Her blog is so full of fascinating, beautiful images, and we share a faith. Love that!
5. http://josieandme.blogspot.com/ This lady doesn't know me at all and likely never will, but I've followed her blog for years. Sweet, tragic, beautiful, sad.
7. http://babyfaithhope.blogspot.com/ Someone else who will never know me and will never see this, but whose blog has touched my heart so deeply.
8. http://chelle65584.blogspot.com/ Chelle. Love this girl already! 
9. http://mommybags.blogspot.com/ A fellow OCDer...you have a place in my heart already! ;)
10. http://mommamaynard.wordpress.com/ Wish I knew this girl in real life! :) xoxo, Jaime!

Anyway, you are all deserving of these two awards and may claim them at your leisure. Much love.

Oh, and thank you, Thea. This is a Major Award!!