Niece and Nephews Fix (CUTENESS ALERT)

Yesterday, in Firth, Nebraska, we had a day long camp out with tents, fishing, smores around a bonfire and most importantly my niece and three nephews. (There was also an unofficial dog water flinging contest.)

Haymarket Farmer's Market

One of my very favorite places on earth is still right here in my hometown of Lincoln, Nebraska. The Farmer's Market is still the best one I've ever attended. I can eavesdrop on farmers giving advice, grab a cup of joe at my beloved The Mill and then waltz around buying jam and dried tomatoes and a banana wrapped and fried in a wanton. And then go back for another one of those wanton bananas.

It was so very fun to see everyone at Jack's party. (He's the one with the tattoo on his butt.)

So. I think I'm hereby declaring that I am stepping down from blogging every single day. I imagine I'll still be doing it a few times a week since it's still pretty fun for me, but as we are headed to Nebraska today, I think this is as a good a place as any to back off a bit (the internet in rural NE is slow and achy). I'll see you around.

We camped out at the drive-in movie theater tonight. I forgot my camera but there was a boy and his dad lying on the hood of their car next to us and I listened as the dad told the boy that we once sent men to the moon. The boy could hardly believe it.
"Why?"
"Because the president said 'we should go to the moon' and so they went to the moon."
"How'd they get all the way up there?"
"In a rocket ship."
Silence and awe. Then, "Where'd they get a rocket ship?"
A little more silence. "Florida."
Then the boy became concerned about alligators. But, while it lasted, it was awesome to hear the story told like a fairy tale.

Writing on the Wall

I think I might need to start collecting bathroom wall writings. In 3000 years these will be our hieroglyphics. Wait. Scratch that collecting idea. I just need to start a movement to get people to run around writing more clever things on bathroom walls. It will be called Operation Hey Far in the Future Archeologists! We Were So Much More Than Jealous Daters, Gangsters, and Drunk Ladies With Sharpies in Our Purses! Wait. We should totally mess with them and write things like "I can't believe my tail fell off!" and "Fiberglass is my favorite food!" and "Since when did we start wearing clothes to funerals!?!? Stop the Madness!" Ahhh yes. Fridays find me deliriously tired.

Tiny Magnets, Ladies and Gentlemen

I love the way the grass smells when it's bright and hot with sun.

It makes me want to high-five God.

It makes me come undone.

It makes me think I'd win a race if I'd just begin to run.

It makes me want to stand in place until it's actually fun.

Sorry. Still catching up on Lost. Later yo.

Making up for Lost Time

We suddenly realized that we had four episodes of Lost to catch up on before the big day on Sunday. Eric, myself and our small horse of a dog are all curled up on the futon in the office watching the episodes online. So I'd better quit messin' around with this blogging stuff. We have some serious work to do.

10K Champs!

I would have posted an actual photo from the race but they were way too fast for the camera. I couldn't catch them on film.

Baby onions! (On our farm.)

On a cool day, throw these things into a crockpot (low, 8-10 hours):

1 1/4 cup dried lentils
1 large sweet potato
1 Jar spaghetti sauce
1 red bell pepper
1 large potato
1 onion
2 cloves garlic
3 cups water

When you're about to eat it, drizzle some olive oil and hot sauce on top. Yummo!

Charlie shopping at the Logan Square food co-op. (He likes the Kamut Puffs. And lemons.)

Just getting back from a Godspell rehearsal. Brain is shutting down. No good for blogging.

For some reason, I loved this sketch on Sesame Street when I was a kid. I think it's fair to say that Lena Horne helped teach me to not be shy. :) Farwell to the lovely Lena!

Tree Peony

Somehow (well the Haitian rum sent home with me by the missionaries didn't help) our sophisticated game of four point pitch turned into a rabid spoons tournament.

This will blow your mind. (Thanks Allison!)

I thought Your Snappy Shop would make a cool black and white photo but sort of missed and caught the Irving Park bus on my photo-taking tail. Chicago is very photogenic. It hardly even has to try.

Tablecloth Poetry

There once was a man with a large red sombrero.

He sold his pal burrow for some spending dinero.

Now he sits in the grass, you can still hear him cry "Oh!"

For he now has no ride to Fiesta Cinco de Mayo.

The Secret

I haven't read the book, but I did see part of the movie and it made me roll my eyes so hard that I stretched ligaments (mostly at claims that you can cure your own diseases and cancers if you will it hard enough...um...bothersome). Anyhow, one of Eric's coworkers discovered this awesome review of The Secret written on Amazon. It's the first one, but you'll have to scroll down to enjoy!

We're farmers!

We're now farming onions and peppers on Avenue Nonow.

This was tagged on the facebooks today. I had to steal it (thanks Anne:)). I miss my niece and nephews!