Friday, June 08, 2012
{this moment}
A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.
:: Inspired by Soule Mama ::
If you're inspired to do the same, leave a link to your 'moment' in the comments for all to find and see.
Wednesday, June 06, 2012
The Second Day, Maker Faire
MAKE would like to remind us: If you can't open it, you don't own it. And if you would like to learn more about MAKE, the Shed, the Blog, the Faire, the people, and the magazine, please *click* here!
I thought it was extremely cool that Mr Dougherty was just being another guy at Maker Faire, hanging out, taking in all the sights... not with an entourage, not schmoozing with the suits. Like most people at Maker Faire, he was getting engaged with the makers, the young kids, the dreamers, the hobbyists, the tinkerers, and a person like me... a mom who makes, and who wants this country to respect S.T.E.A.M.M. and the people who champion makers, of all ages. Thank you Mr Dougherty. I like what you, and Make, are accomplishing.
Our Chickenbloggiversary Giveaway is over, but the fun continues.
By the second day, Max was fully on board with Skallops and his creations. With his new shirt, and some free space in the Young Maker's area, Max was able to share his love of designing and making with passersby, like Dale Dougherty. Maker Faire really isThe Biggest Show (and Tell) on Earth!
Let's face it: I am about to run out of adjectives, and this post has barely begun. Either I can say "awesome" forty-two more times, or we can see whether I am able to, with literary-artistic license, make up whole new descriptive words!
I love seeing that kind of uncensored, moment of love at first sight. Children express it so well.
Martin Hsu! Thumbs up for this artist, who officially tagged me into his Miyazaki Club! Hey, Martin, I haven't forgotten... you'll be at Comic Con, and we're going to see about hosting a movie night during that week. It would definitely be something from The Club archives!
Tuesday, June 05, 2012
In a Crisis, Count on Me!
Whether it's a small kitchen fire, flooding, or even finding a barnyard in your kitchen, in a crisis you can count on me, to grab my camera and start clicking away. Hey, someone has to think of history! Of posterity!
Yesterday brought a whole new level to the theme Barnyard in the Kitchen. As I was at the stove, mixing and fixing, I heard Maria's anxious farm girl voice. She was a bit breathless, slightly alarmed, and covering the minutest detail, describing how she could not corral Ada and Tasha, and how they gave her the slip when she was closing their gate, and how they ran out between her feet. I pictured the two goats in the rose garden, again. But I was way off...
Yesterday brought a whole new level to the theme Barnyard in the Kitchen. As I was at the stove, mixing and fixing, I heard Maria's anxious farm girl voice. She was a bit breathless, slightly alarmed, and covering the minutest detail, describing how she could not corral Ada and Tasha, and how they gave her the slip when she was closing their gate, and how they ran out between her feet. I pictured the two goats in the rose garden, again. But I was way off...
Monday, June 04, 2012
Trololo
For at least three years Eduard Khil's oddly censored song has been spontaneously, whole-heartedly sung, at top volume by my children, and by my children and their friends. Suddenly, something triggers their inner Russians, and in baritones, I am regaled with those words, and the image of that man grinning like no one has grinned ever before. How can something so odd, so disturbing, actually start to feel _almost_ endearing? We will remember Eduard Khil, fondly, grinning, and singing his song. Rest in peace Mr. Trololo.
*If I had a picture of a U.S. American Cowboy, or a woman knitting for a cowboy, or of Khil, himself, I would have included it in this post. The best I could think of, at 4:30 in the morning, is Alex's sketch of Russian author Fydor Dostoyevsky. He did this in 2010, and called it: Dostoyevskyeskyesky. Like Eduard Khil's singing trololo, it has an amusing resonance.
Sunday, June 03, 2012
Lady Betty Filling In
I suppose I could fill in for Natalie, and get you caught up on the this, and the that, here at the Bird House. Us chicas know a thing or two about pecking around and scratching up a little dirt. If there's anything worth knowing about, around here, then I am the Lady to share it.
Let's begin with the countdowns. There seem to be several much anticipated events that everyone is eager for.
1. In three days Amira, Janece, and Paul will be living around the corner, and down the lane! How's that for newsworthy, and exciting?
2. In nine days Alex will be celebrating his IronMan birthday with all his friends, and cupcakes, and hats, and pizza, and fun, and games, and goodies! He is revisiting his fifth birthday celebration, when we broke out all the super heroic hoopla!
3. In eleven days Max will be promoted into high school! He will don a cap and gown, maybe. Or maybe we'll slip away and celebrate in our own quiet, family way. Either way, it's quite awesome that Max has passed such a successful year, and will be going to the school of his choice in the fall.
4. In twelve days our entire family will be together to cheer, and delight in the graduation ceremony at SDA. The class of 2012 is moving out of high school, and moving on to new places, new challenges. Immediate plans include summer jobs, driving classes, designing, making, and a few local adventures.
Also, in the mix: birthdays, and father's day, and a Biergarten Party, and a graduation party, and more. There's always more, right?
She spent hours in the garden, yesterday, and again today. And everyone has been hanging out at the barn. Oh! Is there ever plenty of news there! You might never guess who's roosting in the barn... and, well, sorry, I guess we'll have to let the Chickenblogger share that news.
I can tell you, they all enjoyed a really dear picnic. Even us chicas sampled a little crust of the feast. It was meant to be enjoyed in Balboa Park, where Alex, Suki, and Eli have art submissions in a SteamPunk Exhibit, at the Automotive Museum. I think maybe they were a bit in *recovery mode* from all other activities, because suddenly a park picnic felt like too much for them, and so they dined al fresco in their own backyard. Well, of course we thought it was a splendid plan, and we did not mind a bit when they dropped bits of pie, specks of quiche, and crumbs of their fresh baked bread. James and John were guests, and everyone enjoyed the long evening, and relaxing under the gray June sky.
The cats are happy. They also like the longer days, the cool nights, the ample supply of garden mice. The goats eat and grow, and eat and grow, and well, you get the idea. I guess they are cute, and funny, and except when they are stuck in our feeder, we don't mind them, too much. Someone planted sunflower seeds outside of Sanka Bunny's home, and those should make a beautiful sight, which she can enjoy from her loft. As for us chickens... we find our pleasures in the garden too, and under the barn, and in the dirt. Zelda and Zoe are broody these days. I've heard talk of new chicks coming. It seems Geoff thinks big fat hens are wonderful, and speaking for myself, I quite agree.
Well, if Natalie, the Chickenblogger, doesn't come out of retirement, then maybe I'll take over blogging! Cluck-peck-cluck-peck-peck.... typing's not so difficult. Happy Sunday, dear friends!
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