Kids, Random, Things I find funny

The Sillys Save the Day

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This is my dad. I learned from the master. This guy has the fine art of silliness perfected!

So my 12 y.o.  daughter has been wanting her own room for a while.  We did have a room available but the flooring was questionable. There were some soft spots so we put off housing a kid up there until we were sure it wouldn’t fall through.  Well, its holding strong and her desire for a bit of independence is ever so much stronger.  Let the switch begin!

In unearthing some of the things found stored up there I came across a short story I had written for my kids and my nieces and nephews.  I am the story-teller.  The calmer of fussy toddlers and the one given the task of regaling everyone under the age of eight at family gatherings.  It’s my gift to the world, lol.

Without further ado, I give you a tale of complete and utter nonsense.

THE SILLYS OF TOWNSVILLE

Once upon a time there was a family of Sillys.  Mr. Silly, Mrs.Silly, Sister Silly, Brother Silly and Baby Silly.  As you can imagine they were quite a silly bunch!

For breakfast the Sillys always ate a sweet dessert followed by a steak diner.  That way nobody was late to the table.  For lunch they invited all of their neighbors over for sandwiches on the rooftop. That’s because, as you may know, the every best sunshine is to be had at noon and the Sillys had no intention of missing it.  Dinner was always enjoyed while sitting snuggly around the fire. Even the Sillys didn’t know why it had to be so but Mr. Silly supposed it was the proper thing for a Silly family to do.

If you think the Sillys were strange about meals, you should see their home.  Wonderfully wacky and quite unique, it sat high up on a hilltop with a crooked stove-pipe two stories tall.  (the stove pipe, not the house) Even the windows were placed so as to appear like a smiling jack-o-lantern face to those who may have passed by at night.

In spite of, or maybe because of all their silliness the Silly family was instantly loveable. They welcomed anyone into their wild little home and always had loads of fun.  Perhaps that is why the Silly house always had company.  Even stray cats and dogs made their way to the Silly household. Sister Silly loved to leave trails of food for all kinds of creatures and as sure as cornflowers are blue, critters would find the Silly house by way of the treats.

One dark and dreary afternoon the lights flickered once, twice and then the power went out.  Mrs. Silly was just stoking the fire so she hadn’t noticed the lights go out.  The two Silly children were walking home from school and Baby Silly was napping.  The whole town was without power of lights.  As  you already know, the Sillys never used lights for the evening anyhow.  They were always huddled by the fire at that time of day.

This particular day the pound was entirely overcrowded with stray animals. Dogs, cats, iguanas, rabbits, guinea pigs and even a small donkey.  The power flickered once, then twice then darkness fell in the animal shelter.  (which really resembled a small zoo) The locks, being electric, all gave a chorus of clicks and quick  as lightning fur, feathers, yips, yowls (and a small hee-haw) erupted from the pound. Before you could say ‘shivering polecats!’ all those critters flew the coop!

The animals weren’t the only thing running amuck. The local grocery store was having it’s fair share of troubles.  Mr. Arugula had been managing the Veggie Emporium for twenty years and had never seen anything like it.  “Sizzling sour kraut!” he cried, as a store full of customers bumbled around like a food filled game of blind man’s bluff. Only they weren’t playing and they weren’t bluffing!  They were crashing carts into one another and knocking over towers of oranges and boxed crackers in the pitch black store.

After forty seven and a half nerve damaging minutes Mr. Arugula had managed to maneuver each customer out the door into the somewhat dim (and quickly darkening) evening.  Disgruntled and ungroceried they returned to their poorly lit homes to dine on leftover meatloaf and canned beets.

With the Veggie Emporium now empty Mr. Arugula began to take stock.  He stared ruefully at the freezer section where the raspberry ripple ice cream had melted into an elegant pink puddle and blended with the butterscotch truffle supreme on the floor.  It would have made a lovely paint color but under the circumstances he was not impressed.

The bakery down the road, Bozo Breads,  wasn’t doing much better. The power had gone out right in the middle of baking the mayor’s birthday cake.  I was to be the center  piece for the grand celebration as well as a feast for the opening of a new aquatic center.

Actually,  the celebration was meant for the grand opening for The House of Bellyflops but the mayor was never one to let the spotlight drift too far and claimed that it was “An honor to share my special day with the House of Flops grand opening!”

Now the cake could not be finished. The inside of the cake ran like lava while the outside was just beginning to firm up like a lovely golden sponge.  ‘”Fiddle sticks and funnel cakes!” cried the baker Mr. Baklava. “The celebration is tomorrow! Whatever can I do?”  Dismayed and disheartened he threw down his baker’s hat in disgust.

Thinking a bit of fresh air would do him some good he stepped out onto the sidewalk, the bell over the bakery door ringing behind him.  I sure wish something would ring a bell he thought as he pondered over his dilemma. Not seeing the light, Mr. Baklava walked blindly along hoping a bright idea would dawn on him.

Slowly, the downtown area began to fill with shopkeepers closing down for the day.  The butcher, fondly nicknamed ‘Captain Cleaver’ had to jumpstart his emergency generator to keep the meat in the cooler from spoiling at The Meatery. The air was thick with a dense fog and their was a gloomy overcast in the night sky.  The generator added an eerie buzz in the background.

All seemed desperately unhappy.  All that is, except the Silly children as they skipped up the walk into the front room. Mrs. Silly had the fireplace blazing merrily by then and had a bowl of hotdogs to roast for dinner.  Baby Silly with downy brown hair looked like a little bird perched merrily in his high chair.  “Gaa!”  He exclaimed, happily tossing Cheerios into the air.

As the Sillys sat down to roast weenies for their supper, there was a knock at the door. The baker, Mr. Baklava, stood on the front step looking a bit rumpled a forlorn.  Mr. Silly kindly welcomed him in for a s’more and the baker told his tale of woe.

“No problem!” exclaimed Mr. Silly.  “We will just create a new dessert! A fantastic, unbelievable and worthy of the biggest belly flop dessert!”  As Daddy Silly and Mr. Baklava sketched out a plan there came a scurrying, scuffing and pawing from outside.

Sister peeped out the window to find that most of the animals from the pound had indeed found a safe home on the Silly’s front porch.  The Silly children gathered the leftover hotdogs (and some oatmeal and lettuce) and went outside to feed the wandering critters.  Mrs. Silly called the pound and left a message to let Mrs. Woofmier know the animals were safe with the Sillys until the power outage was over.

Shortly after, there was another knock at the door.  It was Mr. Arugula from the Veggie Emporium.  He was headed home but stopped by to say hello to Mr. Silly.  He too began to share his troubles.  Soon, Mr. Silly, Mr. Baklava and Mr. Arugula locked themselves in the kitchen as “Operation Super Dessert” really began to take off.

In the morning, the sun shone brightly over the town.  Mr. Silly shone twice as bright for he had hatched a brilliant plan for the celebration of the century! The Sillys quickly got ready and hopped into the car.  They drove downtown zippity quick and parked under the statue of Townsville’s founding father; the great and honorable Mr. Good Founder.

Mr. Baklava hurriedly waved Mr. Silly over to a curtained off area.  Mr. Arugula was there too.  The whole town of Townsville turned out for the celebration.  Everyone waited with giddy expectancy as the mayor, Mr. Chatterboom, took the stage.  “People of Townsville, I would like to invite you to celebrate this very special day with me! My BIRTHDAY!”  The townspeople coughed, one or two gave a feeble clap.  The mayor continued,  “It also happens to be the opening of the..um.. what’s it?  Oh yes, the Flop House!  Wait !  No, the ah… the Aquatic Center!  To celebrate this momentous day our town baker has created a delectable dessert! I’m sure it will be just the thing to honor my …ahem, OUR special event today.” With a flourish Mr. Chatterboom waved his hand to the curtain.  Suddenly it pulled back to reveal a giant slip and slide covered in ice cream with a chocolate fountain in a pool below.

The Mayor looked quite befuddled to behold the strange sight.  The children, however, knew exactly what to do.  They dove in face first!  They were gobbling, slipping, smiling and squealing with glee!

Mr. Silly, Mr. Baklava and Mr. Arugula clapped each other no the back and shook hands as they looked on.  It was a moment the people of Townsville would never forget!

Life, Random

Into the Blue

 

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The blue sky and my boy

The sky is the palest sort of blue this morning.  It’s the kind that I imagine fades seamlessly into the heavens.  I wonder at its infinite vastness and think of how it would be to fly away.  I’m sure the Wright brothers spent a lot of time looking into the blueness above.

Today I just want to be out under that great blue air.  One of the things that made me fall in love with this town was the sky.  I really hadn’t spent much time in a place that didn’t have overcast for about 75% of the time.  Coastal living is fine in the summer but the fall, spring and winter can get pretty dreary.  When we moved from the coast I left everything  behind.  I had a two-year old boy and my belongings.  My husband dropped me off and unloaded the U-haul then left for 2 weeks.  I had a phone but no washer, dryer or  hot water.  I had no friends or acquaintances. I had no money.  I had no car.

I remember riding my bike to the grocery store with my baby in the buggy- praying that I didn’t lose any food on my way up the hill.  I remember swinging with my baby in a deserted playground, nobody was out in the August heat.  I remember washing my comforter in the bath tub and hanging it outside on a rope in the car port.

It was a lonely time but I also remember calling my mom.  She was worried as any mother would be.  I told her “It’s ok mom, the sky is blue here.”  I love this sky.  It can be the hottest day of summer or the coldest day of winter and that sky gets me every time.  It’s beautiful!

Random

Fall

Another day, another cup of coffee. Here we are again.  It’s a Monday and it’s time to get it all done…. My list is forever growing and right now I am thinking about all of the winterizing that needs to be done.

-Cut firewood

-Heat lamps for bunnies

-Heat lamps for chickens

-Drain water hoses

-Pick veggies from garden

-Can or freeze veggies from garden

-Repair any doors on out buildings

-Insulate water pump

It goes on and on.  As long as we live here I think we will forever have to dos a mile long.  This particular morning I am trying to remember my promise to myself.  I will do something for me today.  I do not have do do everything.

I am looking forward to the quieter months and I know that our workload will decrease a bit as we head indoors.  It is always a flurry of activity before we get to the real hard weather of winter and to be honest I just don’t have the energy at the moment.

I remember the story of the cricket and the ant.  The ant worked diligently through the summer to store away food.  The cricket played music late into the summer night’s and slept through the heat of the day.  In the end the ant was well fed and warm that winter and the cricket had to  humble himself to ask for food and shelter.  I am all ant- all the way… until I am all cricket- all the way!

Well, I know my half ant temperament has at least given me a few canned items on my pantry shelf.  I also had a lovely garden this year.  So I’m letting the cricket half win at the moment.  It’s time to slow down and watch the leaves turn.

Happy Fall!

 

Being Mama, Coffee, Get Happy!, Love, Random

Things that make me happy

In an effort to be more mindfully thankful I have put together a short list of happy things.  Life isn’t always peachy but I have lots of sweet spots! Here are a few:

My fire place! OOOH the comfort of wood heat cannot be over estimated.  I always hated having wood heat as a kid because it meant more work for us.  Now, I have a strapping young son of my own and the tables have turned- MWAHAHAH!  Seriously, come over here and sit by my fire.  You won’t want to get up.

Kids who like baking are also a win.  Who wouldn’t love sitting by said fire and having on of your very own kiddo serve up a couple of cookies or cinnamon roll to “see if it turned out right”. Yup, I am the official tester.  It’s a tough job 😉

Coffee- dear, sweet, magnificent coffee…

My hubs.  Yes, he is crazy.  Yes, he totally makes me want to smash something on occasion.  He is also one of the most giving and kindest people on the planet.  I’m not even joking.  The man would do anything for anyone- no, you can’t have his number and he will not be available to look at your ceiling fan.  ( I get protective)

The kids- a.k.a. the crazies 🙂 They make my home a wild, hairy mess and I love them.

 

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What makes you happy?  You don’t have to have it all to have a pretty awesome life!

 

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Today

IMG_0311Mama said there would be days like this…

 

Well, it was a glorious “faux spring” day as I like to call it. (Actually, I just made that up but it sounds good doesn’t it?) It’s the in between winter and spring time here.  You never know when snow will fall or the temp will rise.  The air was chilly this morning but the bright sky promised sunshine that would warm the air.  I went to my car this morning to get it preheated and …nothing….no go…literally.

So, my mechanical son grabbed the portable battery charger (these are week old batteries by the way) and tired to give it some juice.  Again, no go.  So hubby comes to the rescue with the mega battery charger.  Success! We truck off to school and plug in our charger there to make sure we could get home again.  It charges all morning. I go out at lunch and… no go.  *insert large and audible sigh*

Well, it gets better my friends. Our house showed today as well.  I was unaware that our house was showing today.  Had I been aware I would have washed the dishes, flushed the toilets and picked up straggling bits of dirty clothing….but, hey, that’s just me! Not everyone is so picky! Ha.

I kinda wanted to scream for a moment but then I remembered that I’m not actually in danger or starving or homeless.  That tiny bit of perspective made me breathe a deep sigh of thankfulness and relief.  It’s ok. Life is good.  I’m actually not going to die and the world will go on turning.  Ah, perspective… and that is why God gives us life in 24hr installments 🙂

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Ode to Electric Blanket

Soft and warm

to varying degrees

You shield me from frigid nights

A home of heat away from all danger of frost

Electric blanket

I.LOVE.YOU.

I don’t mind your wires that wind

I can’t express my gratitute

You heat me

You help me

You warm me to the core

Shall I go on?

Need I say more?

You are the answer for blustery winter nights

And when spring comes again

I’ll pack you away

And you won’t even be offended

I like that!

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pink

A girl has gotta have a few things that make her feel just a little bit fancy.  This dress is a bit of prettiness that makes me just so happy to be a girl.  Anyway, my dear friend N took me to a wonderful little party for the book release for The Renegade Seamstress.  It required just a touch of fanciness…and we were matching…in pink, of course.

As an introvert, a room full of nearly strangers required a lot of deep breaths but I made it through.  It was packed but the food WAS SO GOOD! Wallflower much? : /

But I got a great picture out of the deal and my friend got a party tag-a-long.  🙂

My friend actually designs these dresses.  You can find her lovlies @ daintyjewells.com/

*Just want to say that the water mark on this photo is incorrect.  This was taken by Sudbrock Portraits 🙂

My hubby also does photos and it was accidentally marked as his but we couldn’t figure out how to take it off