Quickies

Happy cakey, gamey, bubbly home-life

Bradley’s best was Space Age Bachelor Pad bathtime with the kids because they played so purely while Esquivel rocked us Muchachos and Muchachas. Gigi’s best was playing Paper Mario because we got to bake and find the fish bowl. Jude’s best was frosting the carrot cake at his level so he could wonder and sample our treat. Tamara’s best was getting to come home to her family after a looong day.

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Gigi Said

Coconut Gigi

Gigi and I baked a carrot cake filled with every sort of dried fruit I could pull out of the freezer.  We frosted it with Tamara’s delicious icing and gigi dusted coconut over the top as angel fluff.  I let her have a taste from the bag of coconut to which she soured and replied ” I am glad it is not the only thing to eat.”

I asked her what she would eat if she could only have one item for all the rest of her days and she answered “Mac N Cheese”!  Which makes a lot of sense.

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Twitter

Today’s Tweets

• Ran 3.5 miles in 33 mins and felt tired. What the heck? How long have I been ill and how long will the world stay covered in molasses? #

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Tamara

Ditch Ducks

In our neighborhood there runs a series of canals alongside the roads, more commonly called ditches.  At this time of year, they run fast with water, and also harken the return of mama and papa ducks who decide to call the ditches home for the duckling season.  They waddle along the sides of the streets, murmuring to one another, searching for the just right place to claim as their homestead for the year.

The other day we were driving along and ahead of us were a female and male ditch duck couple.  Another male was following along, trying to woo this rather lovely vision of womanhood away from her partner.  Ever so slowly they waddled alongside the road as we gave them a wide birth, plenty of space to continue their mating rituals.  Driving by, we said aloud, “Someday, one of those silly ditch ducks is going to get hit.”  But in the three years since we’ve lived here, they persevere, thrive, raise their ditch duck family, and return the next spring.  We always look forward to the return of our ditch duck friends and the sight of the ditch ducklings following their mamas across the street to the lake.

Imagine my sadness this morning as I rounded the corner on the way to work to see the ditch duck husband standing perfectly still next to his ditch duck wife, mourning her still body as it lay next to the side of the road.  I wonder how long he stood there waiting for her to stand up and wander the ditches with him before he finally waddled away.  I wonder what he’ll do with the rest of his spring.

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Twitter

Today’s Tweets

• Web products (?) tools not all it’s cracked up to be. (?) the hellboy thing.
  http://dial2do.com/1ctflr9 #
• Emerald City Comicon has matured (moved up to the training bra). Met oodles of nice folks from Portland… makes me think I wanna live i … #
• G has the pox (chicken that is). I was informed while at ECCC and I felt outside of my fishbowl looking in. Wanted to flee and be there. #

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