tomorrow i will blog

I totally promise I'm going to. It's meant to happen. I've even made a tidy little list of things I need to blog about. I just need to actually sit down to do so instead of creating a quiz on Facebook. So here's a list of things you can look forward to reading about:

The blanket I made
The yard work we did
How the beer is good
The 30 miler I rode alone
Our dirty space costumes
My frickin' fantabulous Mother's Day
My new tat (and how I'm so hard)
The veggie dispute (strike that - I actually did a draft and it was pretty bad)
My sweet pinch pot collection
Mackenzie's birthday
and last, but certainly not least....
My husband's butt (and how I like to touch it).

Okay, maybe not the last one. I might keep that to myself.

But I promise if you come back soon, there will be much fun had by all.

So while you wait, please enjoy this really talented dog...

brewing the beer

We've begun brewing the beer!

What fun!

Stay tuned to see if it explodes! Or tastes like poo! Or allows us to quit our day jobs!

the best kind of dirty little secret

Some time ago I found out a dirty little secret that lives in my house. In my bedroom. Just feet away from my bed. And I found out in a way that was totally unexpected...

*cue dream sequence*

There I am, wearing my grubbiest pair of clothes on a marathon laundry day. While switching over load #378, I dropped a sock down between the wall and the washing machine. Ugh, I groan. This is not going to be easy to get out. I mean, not only is there a measly little two inch gap to work with, but it's also in a closet - so there's absolutely no way to pull the machine out. AND my arm is not the 3 feet long that it would need to be to fish that puppy from the depths of that sea.

"Do I leave it?" I ask myself. No, that wouldn't do. I mean, we already have enough mismatched socks to clothe a small village and I've already taken to having the kids match styles vs. colors in order to accommodate all of those singles.

So I slowly lean over and peek down the side. I stand back up and try to battle the confusion of what sat in front of me:

A floating sock.

Now what the heck? How is this sock floating? Is someone speaking to me and telling me this sock is meant to come out now? Because it is levitating in that crevasse a good eight inches below the edge of the washer. And all I have to do is reach over and grab it. It shouldn't be this easy.

But it is.

So I do.

And then it came to me. This magical sock wasn't floating. And it certainly wasn't a sign from God that I needed to own a pair of purple socks. No, it was much simpler than that. It was sitting upon a good foot and a half of dryer lint that had stacked up on the side of the washer.

Now what the heck is going on? I check under the dryer and on each side. Is there a freakish hole in the side of this machine that shoots the multicolored lint from our dryer and directly into this crack between it and the wall? Do I have a considerate disfunctional lint trap? I better call my husband in here to help me check out this situation.

"Miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiike! Baby, can you please come in here and help me figure out what's wrong with this dang machine? It's really weird but..."

And that's when I see my husband and the look on his face tells me instantly that there is nothing wrong with the dryer. But in fact I had found out about his dirty little secret. A secret stash, that is. A place in which to throw the lint instead of in the garbage.

Nice.

So please enjoy the stack of lint below, in tribute to my honey. The man with the best dirty little secret in the world.

monumental

Josho-loco shaved his head!

old camera - new treasures

Sometimes, if you're me, you do stupid things. (actually lots of times) Like drop your phone in the toilet. Or run straight into stationary walls. Or even leave your camera at a house other than your own. And if you're going to leave your camera at someone else's house, you make sure that it's a house that's a good 45 minutes away - making for difficult retrieval. So this causes you to have to find your old beast of a camera and charge up the ole batteries. But sometimes these little accidents produce big treasures that you didn't even know you had. Such as this:

bad tulip pedal pic

Today I did my second twenty mile bike ride of the month. This ride is called the Tulip Pedal. It's called this because you ride miles and miles (and miles and miles) between the freshly bloomed tulip fields in Northern Washington. Unfortunately, due to the crazy winter we've all had, it has caused the tulips to NOT bloom. But we did find a couple of fun daffodil fields that were bright and yellow and soaking up the sun. So please enjoy this crappy little photo from my friend Amy's phone. It can't do any justice to the incredible day we had out there pedaling away in the country. But it can begin to give you an idea.

sweet sixteen

Happy Happy!
I can't believe that little Joshy is SIXTEEN!
Da-hang!

We love you so much!
(and no - you can't borrow the car)