Last of the Mohicans
See what we did to our son yesterday? Rocks, huh? I personally prefer it long. He may have a couple inches trimmed off just for the sake of styling ease. We could just super glue it but then it might be hard to sleep that way, I dunno. Oh and just so you know, he loves it.
Posted by gwendolyn on September 27, 2004 at 09:22 AM
Motherfucking Suburbia
The silver rain
The shining sun
the fields where scarlet Poppies run
and all the ripples of the wheat
are in the bread that I do eat
So as I sit at every meal
and give thanks
I always feel
that I am eating rain and sun
and fields where scarlet Poppies run.
Amen. Blessings on our meal. Guten Appetit!
I don't know who wrote this poem. We learned it from Kim, a lady I used to be friends with whom I learned a lot of really cool things from but ended up not being able to maintain a normal friendship with. This morning while my girl's were reciting this, as they do before all meals, I realized that they are so far removed from any of the words to it that they are saying something they totally don't understand. They all know what wheat looks like and that it is ground into flour for baking bread but none of them have ever seen a field of wheat growing and known it was wheat or know what is meant by the ripples. I don't think any of them have ever seen a scarlet Poppy either. How sad. Maybe someday we will live near fields of wheat.
Posted by gwendolyn on September 24, 2004 at 09:48 AM
Joy of Uncooking
My darling husband has posted a few pictures of last night's dinner. This is becoming typical of our everyday fare. He didn't give any detail about what was in the pictures so I thought I would elaborate a bit.
The first picture is marinated corn on the cob. A few of the marinade ingredients include Thyme, olive oil, lemon juice, and apple cider vinegar. It is very popular here now. The third picture is of a spinach and arugula salad tossed with tomato mint vinaigrette, avocados, tomato wedges, and pine nuts. Tasty. Last but most certainly not least is a fruit pie that could have been dinner all by itself, in my opinion. The crust is made with almonds, dates, cinnamon and sea salt and has the consistency and flavor of a really good oatmeal cookie. The filling is made by strategically layering banana, pineapple, shredded coconut and strawberries. It tastes too good to be that simple. You would swear there is some secret ingredient that you would gladly pay $95.00 to drive an hour and a half away from home to spend eight hours in a class to learn how to make it (among other things). That is all I am sayin', it is that damned good. We also had Mint Juleps sans alcohol
Today I am finishing up some sun-dried tomato basil garlic Essene bread in the dehydrator and making nut ricotta, pesto and marinara to layer over the bread for pizzas later. We are addicted to these things. So good.
Posted by gwendolyn on September 22, 2004 at 09:37 AM
Knocking Me Out Wit'cha Voodoo
Today is the twelfth anniversary of the day I became Mrs. Buttonmonkey, even though technically that was pre-monkey era. I should get some sort of an award, eh? Actually, I think he needs the award. It is hard living with me.
Either way, I am very thankful that we are still here doing this thing we do. I love you, baby.
Posted by gwendolyn on September 15, 2004 at 09:11 AM
Pushing Ink
A brief peek at my webcam will show you my diabolical scheme to trick my husband into tattooing again, specifically to work on my hip that he has promised he would for the last ten years. So, today I got out all the boxes of tattooing equipment and put it all on the dining room table. Muhahaha. Now he is sitting here looking through all of his drawings and flash and getting all nostalgic about it. I am so smart sometimes.
You promised me...and I'm still waaaaaaiting.
Posted by gwendolyn on September 13, 2004 at 06:22 PM
Jake
This really wasn't the most opportune time to add Jake to our family with the trip coming up and all, but one look at him and I knew he was ours. My children are without a doubt currently the happiest children on Earth. Look at those eyes. Could you have said no to that? Isn't he sweet? I feel like I have a new baby which is kind of odd for me since I have never been much of a pet person. I love him already though.
Posted by gwendolyn on September 07, 2004 at 11:14 AM
Home Again Home Again, Clickety Click
We ran. Frances didn't catch us. We hung out and then we came home. The neighborhood looks like a disheveled bar whore on a Sunday morning. Our home was waiting all snug and quiet. Nothing hurt. This time. Thankfully.
As nice as it is to have a great family and the comfort of staying with them during times like this, there is nothing quite like coming home to your own bed, your own stuff, your own world.
In other news, I finally hit the twenty pound loss mark. Woohoo! It has been sixty nine days today since going Raw. This past week was rough with the kids. They are still trying to find common ground with this whole thing. It is just going to take them time to figure it out.
Last night was spent rearranging rooms and moving furniture and reissuing junk to different spots. The girls' room looks so cute! Next we are going to start painting the place up and distress painting the furniture in our bedroom. Fun stuff!
Posted by gwendolyn on September 06, 2004 at 09:25 AM
Backflips Off The Bed
You say it’s your birthday
It’s my birthday too—yeah
They say it’s your birthday
We’re gonna have a good time
I’m glad it’s your birthday
Happy birthday to you.
Yes we’re going to a party party
Yes we’re going to a party party
Yes we’re going to a party party.
I would like you to dance—Birthday
Take a cha-cha-cha-chance-Birthday
I would like you to dance—Birthday
Dance
You say it’s your birthday
Well it’s my birthday too—yeah
You say it’s your birthday
We’re gonna have a good time
I’m glad it’s your birthday
Happy birthday to you.
-Birthday- The Beatles
Do you suppose that my post-coital backflips off the bed will be any less magnificent now that I am thirty? Posted by gwendolyn on September 01, 2004 at 08:55 AM