Dribs and Drabs
Ah hell. This is not going to be much of a post but what can you expect of an early March day in the Upper Midwest? A few little things are going on. Little, like the small noses of bulbs poking hopefully out of the mud. Well, they are there. Just under the several inches of snow that fell this weekend. And we are supposed to get thunderstorms with rain tomorrow. Actual rain. To melt all the white and turn it brown, the better to be tracked in by the dog and kids!
I'm giddy at the thought.
Really. I am. Giddy, I tell you.
Oh, ok. Maybe not quite yet, but give me a day or two and I will be.
Spring really is here, just a little bit. The turkeys were even doing their equivalent of "Hey, Baybee! How's it shaking? I've got me a lotta loving that needs to go around!" It actually sounded not even that cool as it was a geeky "gobblegobblegobble" across the street in the cornfield, but still. Hot turkey sex in the copses is surely a sign of spring around here. Soon the pheasants will be yodeling.
Poor Charles got cornered into playing dress-up today for school. As principal, he usually gets to pick and choose the ones he does, often when no one else has to, like the time he agreed to don a women's pink sweatsuit with paper pig snout and tail and kiss a piglet for some fund raiser. That made the front page of the city paper. He also gets to dress as a cheerleader with the male PE teachers as part of a rah-rah-rah to start standardized testing week. Today, he was bullied into "dressing as your favorite character". So, he grabbed Colin's lightsaber and his (Colin's) brown cape from the Legolas costume he wore Halloween before last and proclaimed himself to be "Obi-Wan". I don't even know if the cape will cover his butt. Sad. Just sad. Particularly as he didn't model for me and certainly wouldn't have allowed a photo for all of you. Selfish man.
So, what else of interest?
I had granola for breakfast.
I am wearing black pants.
My hands and feet are cold.
Yeah. That's the highlights. Still, more interesting than the Oscars, yes?
I'm giddy at the thought.
Really. I am. Giddy, I tell you.
Oh, ok. Maybe not quite yet, but give me a day or two and I will be.
Spring really is here, just a little bit. The turkeys were even doing their equivalent of "Hey, Baybee! How's it shaking? I've got me a lotta loving that needs to go around!" It actually sounded not even that cool as it was a geeky "gobblegobblegobble" across the street in the cornfield, but still. Hot turkey sex in the copses is surely a sign of spring around here. Soon the pheasants will be yodeling.
Poor Charles got cornered into playing dress-up today for school. As principal, he usually gets to pick and choose the ones he does, often when no one else has to, like the time he agreed to don a women's pink sweatsuit with paper pig snout and tail and kiss a piglet for some fund raiser. That made the front page of the city paper. He also gets to dress as a cheerleader with the male PE teachers as part of a rah-rah-rah to start standardized testing week. Today, he was bullied into "dressing as your favorite character". So, he grabbed Colin's lightsaber and his (Colin's) brown cape from the Legolas costume he wore Halloween before last and proclaimed himself to be "Obi-Wan". I don't even know if the cape will cover his butt. Sad. Just sad. Particularly as he didn't model for me and certainly wouldn't have allowed a photo for all of you. Selfish man.
So, what else of interest?
I had granola for breakfast.
I am wearing black pants.
My hands and feet are cold.
Yeah. That's the highlights. Still, more interesting than the Oscars, yes?
Labels: Drivel
posted by Diana at 10:39 AM
16 Comments:
"Hot turkey sex in the copses is surely a sign of spring around here. Soon the pheasants will be yodeling."
No fair making me laugh out loud in the library.
I am intrigued -- what do you put in your granola? When I make it for Erik, I always put in dried cranberries (NB: I recently found dried UNSWEETENED cranberries and love them) and coconut (and if I am feeling a little wild, almonds), but am at a loss about other food items to add.
We don't get turkeys where I live, but we do have guinea hens, possibly the dumbest fowl in existence. I'm sure they need some kind of instructional video for sex.
I agree. MUCH more interesting than the Oscars! (Check out my Oscar review, if you haven't already.) Turkeys and pheasants and their mating rituals, what's not to love? Charles sounds like one cool principal, or a very good sport, to say the least!
Listie- Shhhh! Don't let the Library Lady hear you. She might frown on such antics. (kiss, kiss)
I tell you, the hormones out there. Makes me blush.
Ariella- What don't I put in it? My favorites are dried tropical fruit and a tsp of coconut extract with almonds or dried craisins with pecans and 1/4 cup of molasses, with cinnamon, cloves and allspice. I am mulling over one with apples, walnuts and I'm not sure what else. Or maybe cashews? Cherries and almonds with almond extract is also good.
I need to look for the unsweetened cranberries. I top muine with plain yogurt rather than milk.
Colleen- That is just a sad comment on this year's Oscars. Charles is an excellent principal, of course. He even plays football with the kids. He can never be found in his office, which is partially because you can't get in it from all the mess...
Finally! You blog! Huzzah!
Turkey lovin' sure sign of spring- cue the Barry White!
I'm glad to see after all these years the "Fashion God" has continued in his fashion godliness, and for professional reasons no less!
You make your own granola? Seriously? Wow. I love granola and my favorite is the Kellogg's Low-Fat granola with raisins, dates and almonds. Yum.
Hey! My word of the day yesterday was copse. That is pretty cool.
Silly Charles. Doesn't he know it is his duty to provide us with entertainment?
I had to laugh at the image of "hot turkey sex" because that is just great. I may want to use that someday in conversation.
And yes, still more interesting than the Oscars.
I wrote a comment yesterday but apparently Blogger chewed it up and pooped it out at some undisclosed location. Fap!
Anyway, I'm glad to hear that your bulbs have made an appearance. Daffodils are blooming here--not my retarded ones, of course, but everyone else's.
I'm totally bummed that there is no picutre of Charkes in his costume available for us to ridicule...errrr, see.
Stace- Oh, yes; Charles, The Fashion God, lives. Wonder what the effects of actually playing Barry White in the cornfields would be. Given the current pheromone levels, I can't think it would be safe.
Dana- Making granola is beyond easy, so much cheaper than buying it, and you can put in it what ever your little heart desires. Basically, you throw oats in a bowl, toss in cinnamon and what ever else you want to spice it with, maybe some brown sugar, nuts. Warm a bit of oil, honey, vanilla or other liquid extract flavoring, toss it with the oats, spread the mess on a cookie sheet or 2 (depending on the amount you are making) bake for about 30 minutes. Stir a couple of times while baking. Pull it out and let cool a bit. Throw in dried fruit and put the whole mess in an air-tight container to store. Eat. Takes 10 minutes, aside from the time in the oven. I can e-mail my recipe if you want. Ariella has a link on her blog for hers.
Beth- I double dog dare you to use it in a business meeting.
Rozanne- Fap! is right. We had the first thunderstorm of the season. Man, oh man, is it mucky. Heavy rain combined with massive snow melt with still frozen ground, so little is going into the ground. Sara will be joyous today with the lake that is the driveway. I don't even want to think about what the state of the dog will be.
Teri- I agree, but he is just selfish like that. He actually got out of wearing the costume as there was some sort of emergency that required him to look 'professional' rather than 'ridiculous'. Seems a bit convienient.
And we are supposedly getting snow this weekend. How absurd.
And I'm wearing grey trousers (no cape)
Joe- That is odd! A friend is spending this week in Vegas on vacation. Hope he leaves before the snow flies. He has enough of it to come back to up here!
"Hot turkey sex in the copses is surely a sign of spring around here. Soon the pheasants will be yodeling"
And when you publish your book I'll be the first one to buy it, so I can laugh IRL as well! YOU FUNNY! I wish I had pests in my life as well, other than sleepless Tripod. [Oh the fun we had tonight!]
Say, is granola the same as muesli?
Hot turkey sex?!?! Is that what that was? Now I know to tell the kids to avert their eyes while driving home from Target. Nice big field and lots o'turkeys.
I can't believe you failed to mention the big excitement in your town...girls Bball at the State Tourney! Go.....uhhh....Cheesemakers? Oops, I forgot your mascot. *blush*
It is a very good thing that the Lioness and I are on entirely different continents, or I would be forced to elbow her out of the way so that I would be the first in line to buy your book...
Johnny- Oh, you are TOO funny. I'd love to write a book but can't come up with story idea nor plot. Sort of a stumbling point, that.
Muesli, at least what we call 'muesli' here is similar, but granola is crunchy, having been baked with honey, a bit if oil, and what-have-you. When you come to Minnesota (ahem), I will make you some.
Becky- Really? State Champs? I had no idea. Usually when something like that happens, they send a flyer home in the kids' folders. Maybe that's just for the boys teams. No clue as to the mascot. Might be the Cheesemakers at that. Or the Cowtippers.
Teri- I think all that studying has fried your delicate brain. So sad. Such a promising brain it was, too.
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