Monday, May 21, 2012

Missin’ the BeeGees

So Robin Gibb passed away on Sunday. Sigh. The BeeGees-I still have the vinyl. Not the Saturday Night BeeGees but the earlier BeeGees. Loved me a little Words, or Gotta Get a Message to You, but especially  this one

I just love this one. I think it must reflect the teenage angst I was feeling from my snotty rich kid high school experience. Anyway, I think Robin was quite talented from singing to songwriting to composing. So, RIP Robin Gibb.

There were a few deaths this week. Donna Summer also passed away, and I was a bit of a fan of some of her stuff too

Cause when I’m bad, I’m so so bad……

When I blog and I am looking for song clips, Dave is forced to listen to the same song over and over and over until I finally find the right one gets to preview them. When I was doing Revel, Alien Style he was almost driven insane by the high pitched reveling. So you can imagine the crazy dance moves he was bustin’ listening to various renditions of Donna Summer doing disco.

Oh, and speaking of Dave, there was another death this week. Dave’s personal hero, Eugene Polley has passed away. Eugene Polley you ask? Who might that be? Well my friends, he was the inventor of the remote control. Or, as the Sacremento Bee puts it-

The inventor of the first wireless remote control for television, Zenith's Gene Polley,  was called everything from the founding father of the couch potato to the czar of zapping to the beach boy of channel surfing.

Brian Williams on the Nightly News said something about being responsible for the evolution of the large behind. Which I sort of agree with. Dave feels a there should be a moment of silence, so, hold on while he mutes the TV.

In other news I finished binding the giant quilt yesterday. Seriously, do you think this is why it takes me twice as long to do anything around here?


Jack has to have his big body in everything I do. So annoying.

We have a birds nest under the deck. We had one last year but for some reason the robins who built it abandoned it mid stream They left two eggs in it. I think that there may have been some loudness out there last spring when they were first starting out (in other words, we left one of the boys here during a weekend away and the next thing we know the robins have evacuated-never a good sign)

I wasn’t really sure there was a working nest although I was seeing a lot of robin activity around the deck and yard.


The real giveaway, however, was this-


Multiply this picture by 15 minutes and there you have it.

She is looking at the babies (and the parents feeding the babies) through the slats, and this is what she is seeing-



We always seem to have some type of babies around in the spring.

Remember these babies last spring?


They didn’t come back this year. That was kind of a worrisome thing, what with the dogs and cats sniffing out the nest in the ground. Even Jack was stressed over it.


At least the birds are out of reach.

Oh, Cora went to Disney the beginning of May and had her dreams come true by meeting all the princesses, and telling them she loved them.

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And did I mention that Blane and Cody are here for the week? So I have 4 pictures of Cora in the blog. Apparently she gets top billing. I mean really, what is cuter than that?

There was an eclipse of the sun last week. We didn’t see it. Just sayin’ there was one. Might have been Saturday. Or not. Like I say, we didn’t see it. People said it happened though. So I guess.

We did have a nice sunrise a week or so ago, and I captured it here.


And so the sun rises over the tranquil farms, neighborhoods, and hillbilly trampolines of St Charles once again.

Monday, May 14, 2012

The Plants have been Planted

Well, most of them anyway. I ran for 2 hours a 7 minutes yesterday and then tried to plant a bunch of plants that Dave bought for Mother’s Day. Which also happened to be yesterday.


Here’s my mother and Grampa too.

Anyway, I was really struggling with the old trowel after that run although I am not really sure why. Scientifically speaking, I think it had to with not having peanut butter on my pancakes in the morning.

But I did manage to get the front beds done. The perennials are already blooming. The additions were little petunia’s, marigolds, and some red spear like things. I have no idea.

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The blooming flowers are pretty too.


These are the worlds smallest daffodils. Dave planted them. I don’t quite get it but there it is.

I have almost finished my sister-in-law’s quilt. All that’s left is binding.


This picture was a little blurry up close. My apologies. Does it look familiar? Yep. Did the same one a couple or so years ago. Only it took less time then. Not sure what happened.

Lastly, I got a new iron, kickin’ it dry cleaner style. I know, it’s a ridiculous toy. But check out the box-(again my apologies to the audience for blurriness)


That is totally what I am talkin’ about.

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

No really, thank-YOU.

I mean it. Your patience has been noted.

So let’s get right down to it. I am serious, let the blogging begin.

Oh, I almost buried the lead with Grampa, but fortunately, thanks to the miracle of pictures on my 8 gig external hard drive, I remembered that before last Sunday was last Saturday and I was at Yarnover in the cities breathing in some fabulous fibery fun. I took a picture of my fabulous silk spindling teacher, the famous Amy Singer. She was the best teacher, next to Denny McMillan, for spindling. Loved it.


After this morning class, Barb and I went out and had delicious sushi.


Ok, that is seriously good food.

We also went to the MOA, although this was not my idea (Barb!!!) She had this delusion of going to MOA, running in and getting some eye pencils. HA! It took 20 minutes just to find a parking spot.

Sarah and MOA

The frozen yogurt almost made it worthwhile.

OK, now we are on Sunday, and on Sunday Grampa arrived. I don’t think I took a picture of Grampa arriving though. I think because I had to get a gate pass and I was afraid to bring the big camera. (And I do mean big-like big ass purse big). Although I do have a camera on my phone. Which I used when Grampa left. Wow.

Wait, so I picked up Grampa at the gate last Sunday afternoon. It went down like clockwork.

We gave him two days of rest, then started on what will go down in infamy as Mayo Marathon days.

Started here on Wednesday and ended here on Friday.


We went to cardiology, dermatology, psychology, neurology, vascular and general internal med-and all the tests and consults included therein. Personally, I was a little worn out.

And I wasn’t even the patient.

So, whilst I was at Mayo I took a few snaps of the props.

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That’s a poured glass sculpture and blown glass bulby thing.

And the view

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Peace Plaza and the rest of Rochester.

And after all that, Grampa was very healthy for an old guy! Just a few things that can be fixed with a few appointments at home. That was good news. We drank a toast on Friday (and Thursday, and Wednesday….)

And Saturday I ran the Spring Classic-a 15K (9.3 mi). I might have gone a wee bit faster without the Friday night toasting-but hey, I felt good.



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Dave passed the time with the camera, which means I don’t have enough blog space to post all the pictures. I’ll spot the best

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He was at soldiers field, by the way. A bit depressing for my happy little blog world.

But this’ll cheer you up, because I WON!! Yes I did. First place in my age division. (OK, it was a small field, but still, I WON!) AND, I was the dang happiest winner there. Because I feel, that if you win something, anything, you should be happy. Gracious, but happy. OK, maybe a little obnoxious, but happy. Everyone in races always walks up to get their medals like it’s the walk of shame.

Not ME.

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Seriously. I am friggin’ happy and the crowd is with me. Look at my fan high fiving me. It is the BEST.

Ok. So after I got over the high, we drank some more toasts and Sunday we hiked up and over to Northfield and had lunch by the raging Cannon River


with my nephew Alex.


I told them “look at me, I’m taking a picture” and Alex was all over that with his instantaneous Vogue poses. Blane…not so much.

Here’s the three boys


We laid off the toasts as Dave and I were in acute liver failure by about this time. And I was completely bloated by eating bread pudding drowning in cream. I had to lay down later.

Monday it was time for Grampa to go home. I took him back to the airport and put him on this airplane.

Grampa's plane

It was about the nicest day of the whole time Grampa was here.

We sure miss him since he’s been gone. But happy he is back home, dozing on the couch.

While he was here, Dave sat in a different chair, and when he got up, I noticed something was different. There, in the chair, like the mark of Zorro, was a single pillow.

And that’s just the way it happened.


Tuesday, May 1, 2012

No Blog is good Blog (and this one is pretty bad)

Jeesh. It’s that time of week and I have no blog. None. May I offer up some excuses? Um, I didn’t have one free day in April, no not one. Grampa arrived on Sunday and last night, when I should have been blogging, I was drinking Grampa wine which kicked my ass all the way from here to there and back. I really shouldn’t drink that stuff.

But I promise to put something up tomorrow or the next day. I really do. Oh, and did I miss the 1st year anniversary of Will and Kate? REALLY? Dang it, now that just fries me becauseI have so few occasions to wear my tiara, and that was one of them.

So to entertain, I’ll relate an actual convo that Dave and I had a few weeks ago. Just to let you know that nothing  ever really changes around here….

Dave-(watching House Hunters) Hey-what’s that guy have on his head?

Me-Oh, what-Don’t they call that a yarmulke?

Dave-It’s on his head, not his arm.

And that, my friends, is how we here offend the Jews, without even trying. (Although you’d be shocked to hear how we offend the Catholics)