Saturday, April 28, 2012

this is why

This is why Rico built that studio downstairs.
This is why I asked him to.
This is way better than sleep.
This is what happens at 2am when Punk and his friends get together.

Friday, April 27, 2012


Everybody has their little quirks.

I know what mine are. I never finish an entire can of soda, would eat pizza every night for dinner, hate to go to the dentist, never match the sox from the laundry and refuse to reach into any crevice that may harbor a toad, snake or other unsightly vermin.

I thought I knew Rico's too - thought I knew what I was getting into. I knew about the habitual email checking, his particular need for crunchy peanut butter, and the fleece pants he refuses to throw away.  I knew all of it - and still, I married him.

But nobody told me about the dandelions.

The dandelions could be it.

In the interest of the earth, our tree-climbing middle child and our grass-nibbling youngest child,we made a joint decision to not have our lawn chemically treated. Seemed like a good idea at the time.  What I didn't realize, is that Rico intended to keep up his personal vendetta against every dandelion within 25 yards of our front door.

He spends hours outside with gloves and a butter knife, prying broadleaf out of the grass.  I knew it was getting serious when he came home with a wicked gleam in his eye and said, "Hey - guess what I got for us?"

It wasn't often he looked this excited.  I could only imagine what it was - a babysitter for Friday night? Tickets to a dinner theater? Candles? Roses? That new George Clooney movie from Redbox?

A dandelion picker.
Not kidding.
A big wooden stick with an even bigger fork on the end of it.

He was positively beaming when he held it out to me, and I don't think I was imagining the smug look of disappointment on his face when he said, "I reallllly thought you'd notice and give me one, but since you didn't I had to go buy it myself."

For real?
If he had given ME a gift like that, I most certainly would have found another use for it.

I don't even think I had time to gather my thoughts and form a complete sentence, before he had grabbed his paint bucket and his new prized possession and headed to the front yard to obsess with his new love.

I guess it could be worse - or maybe not.

Right now my biggest fear is that I'll come back from grocery shopping to find him talking in hushed tones on his cell phone. I'll check the bill to find that he's made 47 calls in the past month to a horticulturist. I'll find weed&feed catalogs under his side of the mattress. The history on our computer will be backlogged with sadistic videos of dandelion torture.

Here's hoping for an early freeze.

Thursday, April 26, 2012

props to treats

Treats has the best ideas (and is neck-n-neck with Melanie for snide remarks).  Anyway - she sent me this link . . .and I think I am going to do every single thing on this lady's blog:

Come Together Kids

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

it's always something

It's springtime in Minnesota, which means walks in the park, new sand in the sandbox, hopscotch on the driveway and (because it's us - and nothing could ever be Brady-Bunch perfect) - a ginormous swarm of 30,000 bees in our crabapple tree.

I didn't make that number up - and according to Rico's friend, the beekeeper, that's playing it safe.  A hive of honeybees can hold between 30 to 40 thousand little stingers inside - and of course, they've decided that this summer, the tree above Yoda's new sandbox is going to be the honeybee equivalent of the local Dairy Queen.

I noticed it two days ago.  I was on my cell phone picking dandelions (don't get me started - that's another post entirely), when this overwhelming buzzing noise took over.  I thought it was the phone. 

I also thought Yoda was busy picking dandelions as well - it looked like she was picking dandelions - she should have been picking dandelions -  but no. Little miss fear-factor was bending over each flower, reaching out with her tiny paw, coooing "BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ" and trying to snag wild bees out of thin air a'la Mr. Miagi.

Thank God her Kung Fu reflexes have not fully developed. I'm sure she was hoping to snatch one of these little beauties to present to her allergic father as an early birthday gift.

Anyway, once I realized what she was up to, I looked up. Every single pink blossom on our tree was moving - it was literally swarming with bees. We're talking Amityville Horror proportions.  I was sort of waiting for them to start buzzing "geeeettttttt oooouuuuut".  But it didn't happen - at least not before I grabbed Yoda and darted into the house.

new gig

Actually - it's not a new gig.  It's the same gig with new name and a better website.  Please take a second to check it out and let us know what you think.  And if you know anybody, who knows anybody, who knows anybody who is into theater, music and dance, please spread the word about our summer camp.  We're new - we need your good mojo.


Tuesday, April 24, 2012

little help please

My mini-dance studio is growing into a full-fledged performing arts company - thanks to my good friends Rachel and Alisa.  We are hosting a summer camp, and have started a facebook page.  trouble is - we need a minimum of 30 likes to access everything on our page and get the word out.  If you have a minute, please "like" us . . . and spread the word.

Monday, April 23, 2012

master thespian

Punk just finished a run as Doctor Dan in the middle school musical.  Despite how good he looks in scrubs, I suspect this is as close as I'll get to ever seeing the real thing, though I must admit, he was hilarious. 

Princess Hannah was in the show as well, and they posed for just one "pig face" picture - just like the old days . . . .

Wednesday, April 18, 2012


I am in the middle of creating a third home-based business. It's why I haven't blogged much.  I'm sure you all miss my rapier wit, and I really hope things slow down soon, because I really miss writing.  In the meantime, here are some pics of Kooka and pals at dance class.  Forgive the formatting - it's a brand-new camera, and I'm playing with it.  Not quite sure how to edit things on this computer yet,