October 15, 2006

First of all, I have to say how much I enjoyed reading about your weekend plans. That was unexpectedly interesting and cool and I’m going to ask you every single Friday from now on.

My own plans revolved once again around a farm and some fall-themed activities, although I am very sad to report there were no trebuchets involved, nor quarterstaffs, culverins, siege hooks, or petards.

(Ah, medieval weaponry terminology, how quickly it nerds up a blog entry. Let us all bind our heaving bosoms in low-cut gowns and dance the estampie. Have you a flute?)

We joined the throngs of stroller-pushing parents who visited the Kelsey Creek farm, which was having its annual October festival, which for some mysterious reason included llamas.

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JB is apprehensive, as well he should be.

I mean, when you look at these guys close up, you can’t help wondering what influenced their genetic background. Radiation exposure, maybe? Because they are essentially giant mutant pissed-off looking rabbits with hooves.
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The placement of this sign and the proximity of the massive pig made things fairly unclear, but I think there were pony rides at the farm.
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Oh, and there were pumpkins, carefully placed at such precise, Rainman-esque intervals in a field it was both pretty and faintly disturbing.
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There were also children riding very small tractors.
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Riley found all the activity questionable and perhaps in need of a thorough investigation.
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This fellow was demonstrating blacksmithing, or maybe he was beckoning children into the cauldron in order to cook up their tasty, tender flesh.
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We stopped by the swings, and swang swunged did some swinging.
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We also checked out this riding thing, which Riley deemed to be acceptable entertainment.
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He returned to a state of skepticism on the way back to the car, though. Did you know my son can look suspicious even with a milk bottle protruding from his face? Because he can.
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I also made a very tasty soup featuring cream AND sugar (but also a vegetable, so is actually v. healthy), which I lovingly detailed here, and rice krispy treats with M&Ms in them. JB happily tooled around in his new shop and produced some nicely stained wood trim for the bathroom, I bought a fabulously attractive Eddie Bauer sweater at Goodwill for $3.99, Riley officially started walking (in a hesitant, IT’S ALIVE! Frankenstein kind of way). It was a good, good weekend.

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(Suctopus!)

Honest to god song lyrics heard this morning through the shower as JB serenaded Riley:

“Don’t go chasing waterfalls, stick to the rivers and lakes you’re used to…”

Somebody needs to change the radio station he’s been listening to lately.

I wish I would have caught it on video, but now our shower has a glass door, and thus I’m probably banned from Capturing the Manhood in Full Pert-Soaped Glory, you know?

It’s not like the good old days, when a wife could humiliate her husband however she pleased:

(Heh. Just a little blast from the past, there. Also, holy crap, our bathroom looks totally different now.)

Okay, before naptime’s over I should maybe consider brushing my teeth, but real quick-like, I have some Extremely Important Questions for you:

• What are you doing this weekend? Do you have plans, or are you working, or just taking it easy, or what? Nosy-ass inquiring minds want to know.
• Anyone seen the new Scorsese flick? Is it any good?
• How many times can you say “Unique New York” without saying “Unique Yoo Nork”? My best record so far is zero.
• Is there any way to keep a toddler’s socks on if said toddler is intent on pulling them off? Staple gun?
• I think I have found my boots. You like?

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