Wednesday, October 29, 2008
More Camping Followup
The camping trip we took this past weekend to Red River Gorge, KY, was not an autonomous Kuhlman family trip. We were actually there to provide support to our church's first backpacking trip. There were about 20 people who either go to our church or are friends of folks who got to our church who participated in this event.
They came rolling in to camp on Friday night a few hours after us and base camped with us that first night. We all ate breakfast Saturday morning, before I helped shuttle them around to their different trailheads. With 20 people they needed to break into 2 groups: one easier group with all the younger folk, and one harder group. We ended up caravaning out with the easier group and day-hiked the first part of their trail with them on Saturday morning before we needed to turn around and head back for naptime.
On Sunday they all gathered back at our campsite to regroup before heading home. This made the whole trip quite a bit more fun, I think, and allowed Paul the opportunity to play and interact with a lot more people besides just his parents.
Anyway, two of the folks from the backpacking trip have posted pictures of the trip, including some of the base camp time together. Enjoy!
http://prfrank.com/rrg
http://picasaweb.google.com/wesanderson1/SDPCRRG2008#
They came rolling in to camp on Friday night a few hours after us and base camped with us that first night. We all ate breakfast Saturday morning, before I helped shuttle them around to their different trailheads. With 20 people they needed to break into 2 groups: one easier group with all the younger folk, and one harder group. We ended up caravaning out with the easier group and day-hiked the first part of their trail with them on Saturday morning before we needed to turn around and head back for naptime.
On Sunday they all gathered back at our campsite to regroup before heading home. This made the whole trip quite a bit more fun, I think, and allowed Paul the opportunity to play and interact with a lot more people besides just his parents.
Anyway, two of the folks from the backpacking trip have posted pictures of the trip, including some of the base camp time together. Enjoy!
http://prfrank.com/rrg
http://picasaweb.google.com/wesanderson1/SDPCRRG2008#
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Campfire Stories
Saturday night, as we sat around the campfire roasting marshmallows and making s'mores, Paul insisted that he wanted a scary story. First a ghost story. Second a monster story. Third an alien story. Then something about a bat and a snake and so on.
Truly scary stories disturb me, so I managed to concoct some G-rated scary stories to satiate him. I thought you might enjoy reading one of the adventures of Paco. I think I might be well on my way to writing manuscripts for B-movies.
The Story of Paco and the Aliens
One day Paco went over the hill to play at Mark's house. They had a fun time playing hopscotch. They played so long that it got dark out. Finally Mark's mom came out and said, "Mark, it's time to come in for bed. Paco! What are you doing here? It's late. You need to go home now!" We'll talk later about why she didn't drive him home after what had happened to him before.
So Paco started walking home. He wasn't worried about the five legged monster, because nobody had seen it in months and months. And besides, he had his mouse, Shirley, in the cage in his room, so he could scare the monster away (as long as his mom didn't lock him out of the house again.)
It was a very dark night. The wind howled, "Ooooooooh." The frogs croaked, "Ribbet. Ribbet." The crickets chirped, "chirp-chirp." It was cloudy and there was no moon. Paul walked about halfway home. Suddenly there was a terrible crash!
Paco looked over toward the crash and saw an eerie glow. He decided to go explore. He went through the trees and hid behind a bush. He saw a group of aliens. At first they were a little disoriented after their rough landing. But they quickly snapped out of it and set about their work of collecting specimens.
The first alien said, "Oh, this is interesting." He picked up a cricket and put it in a jar to take home.
Another alien said, "Oh, this is interesting." He dug up a daisy and put it in a jar.
Another alien said, "Oh, this is interesting." He pulled out his shrinker gun, and shrunk a tree. Then he put the tree in a jar.
Another alien said, "Oh, this is interesting." He pulled out his shrinker gun, and shrunk a large boulder. He put the boulder in a jar.
Paco gasped. The aliens saw him. They said, "Oh, this is interesting." And one of them raised his shrinker gun.
Paco started to run. He ran home as fast as he could, but he could hear the aliens behind him. Pitter patter, pitter patter. Paco tripped and fell. Zap! The aliens shrunk a tree beside him. He got up and ran some more. Zap! The aliens shrunk another boulder. Paco ran with all his might. The aliens were right behind him. Pitter patter pitter patter. Then he heard them say, "Oh, this is even more interesting." Zap.
Paco did not turn around. He ran all the way home. His mom had left the door open for him this time. He ran inside and watched to see if the aliens would come, but they never did.
In the morning he decided to go back and explore. He found the broken trees where the alien's flying saucer had crashed. He saw the place where the daisy, the tree and the boulder had been. He saw the alien's footprints. Paco traced his way back home. He saw the tree the aliens had shrunk. It looked like a baby tree. He saw the boulder the aliens had shrunk. It looked like a little rock.
Then he saw the footprints of the five legged monster. He saw in the dirt where the footprints became very small. The aliens had shrunk the five legged monster and taken him home in a jar!
The End.
Truly scary stories disturb me, so I managed to concoct some G-rated scary stories to satiate him. I thought you might enjoy reading one of the adventures of Paco. I think I might be well on my way to writing manuscripts for B-movies.
The Story of Paco and the Aliens
One day Paco went over the hill to play at Mark's house. They had a fun time playing hopscotch. They played so long that it got dark out. Finally Mark's mom came out and said, "Mark, it's time to come in for bed. Paco! What are you doing here? It's late. You need to go home now!" We'll talk later about why she didn't drive him home after what had happened to him before.
So Paco started walking home. He wasn't worried about the five legged monster, because nobody had seen it in months and months. And besides, he had his mouse, Shirley, in the cage in his room, so he could scare the monster away (as long as his mom didn't lock him out of the house again.)
It was a very dark night. The wind howled, "Ooooooooh." The frogs croaked, "Ribbet. Ribbet." The crickets chirped, "chirp-chirp." It was cloudy and there was no moon. Paul walked about halfway home. Suddenly there was a terrible crash!
Paco looked over toward the crash and saw an eerie glow. He decided to go explore. He went through the trees and hid behind a bush. He saw a group of aliens. At first they were a little disoriented after their rough landing. But they quickly snapped out of it and set about their work of collecting specimens.
The first alien said, "Oh, this is interesting." He picked up a cricket and put it in a jar to take home.
Another alien said, "Oh, this is interesting." He dug up a daisy and put it in a jar.
Another alien said, "Oh, this is interesting." He pulled out his shrinker gun, and shrunk a tree. Then he put the tree in a jar.
Another alien said, "Oh, this is interesting." He pulled out his shrinker gun, and shrunk a large boulder. He put the boulder in a jar.
Paco gasped. The aliens saw him. They said, "Oh, this is interesting." And one of them raised his shrinker gun.
Paco started to run. He ran home as fast as he could, but he could hear the aliens behind him. Pitter patter, pitter patter. Paco tripped and fell. Zap! The aliens shrunk a tree beside him. He got up and ran some more. Zap! The aliens shrunk another boulder. Paco ran with all his might. The aliens were right behind him. Pitter patter pitter patter. Then he heard them say, "Oh, this is even more interesting." Zap.
Paco did not turn around. He ran all the way home. His mom had left the door open for him this time. He ran inside and watched to see if the aliens would come, but they never did.
In the morning he decided to go back and explore. He found the broken trees where the alien's flying saucer had crashed. He saw the place where the daisy, the tree and the boulder had been. He saw the alien's footprints. Paco traced his way back home. He saw the tree the aliens had shrunk. It looked like a baby tree. He saw the boulder the aliens had shrunk. It looked like a little rock.
Then he saw the footprints of the five legged monster. He saw in the dirt where the footprints became very small. The aliens had shrunk the five legged monster and taken him home in a jar!
The End.
Monday, October 27, 2008
First Camping Trip
Before we moved to the farm and had kids, Sarah & I used to do a fair amount of camping and backpacking. Most years we made it out at least 2-3 times, with most of those being actual backpacking trips. But with the demands of the farm and the extra complications of bringing kids, we just haven't made it out yet, in spite of our best intentions. So when the opportunity presented itself to spend a weekend camping with Paul at Red River Gorge, KY (one of our favorite "local" backpacking spots), we jumped on it.
When we arrived Friday night it was rainy, so getting camp set up in the rain was a bit taxing for us all. But Paul did okay, really, and we didn't have too much trouble sleeping that first night. Once we were all in the tent it was probably to our benefit to have the rain, 'cause its a nice drone that blocks out a lot of the potentially strange sounds.
The next morning we did some day hiking and Paul did really well. He started off a little concerned..."How will we find our way back to our car?", "That's a long way down.", etc. But after a mile or so he really started to gain his confidence and, on most parts of the trail, was then able to walk/run on the trail without holding mommy or daddy's hand.
In camp that night we sat by the fire, mostly, while eating supper followed later by s'mores.
Paul's idea of roasting marshmallows involved daddy putting the marshmallow on the stick, Paul waving the stick quickly over the flames, and then pulling it off & eating it. Hardly suitable for s'mores, so daddy had designated marshmallow roasting duty for most of the s'mores made that night. Paul absolutely loved this treat and was quiet for quite a while as he savored every bite.
The next morning daddy got up and got the fire going to help coax the rest of the family out in the cold. After some initial hot chocolate & breakfast, we packed up the campsite and headed out for another quick bit of hiking.
This last trail was a short one that took us over & then under "Sky Bridge".
Sky bridge is a natural bridge that sits way up at the end of a ridge, several hundred feet above the creeks below. Paul was definitely scared going across, but he did real well holding daddy's hand and continuing across. He didn't panic or cry. We stopped most of the way across so daddy could try to show him some of the amazing view, but I'm not sure how much he appreciated that.
But once we got to the other side and walking around underneath the bridge, he felt much safer and more confident. Overall, Paul did really well for his first camping trip, and he really seemed to enjoy it. Now we just have to decide if we get one more under our belt with just him before we take Julia, or just take the plunge and try to bring 'em both.
When we arrived Friday night it was rainy, so getting camp set up in the rain was a bit taxing for us all. But Paul did okay, really, and we didn't have too much trouble sleeping that first night. Once we were all in the tent it was probably to our benefit to have the rain, 'cause its a nice drone that blocks out a lot of the potentially strange sounds.
The next morning we did some day hiking and Paul did really well. He started off a little concerned..."How will we find our way back to our car?", "That's a long way down.", etc. But after a mile or so he really started to gain his confidence and, on most parts of the trail, was then able to walk/run on the trail without holding mommy or daddy's hand.
In camp that night we sat by the fire, mostly, while eating supper followed later by s'mores.
Paul's idea of roasting marshmallows involved daddy putting the marshmallow on the stick, Paul waving the stick quickly over the flames, and then pulling it off & eating it. Hardly suitable for s'mores, so daddy had designated marshmallow roasting duty for most of the s'mores made that night. Paul absolutely loved this treat and was quiet for quite a while as he savored every bite. 
The next morning daddy got up and got the fire going to help coax the rest of the family out in the cold. After some initial hot chocolate & breakfast, we packed up the campsite and headed out for another quick bit of hiking.
This last trail was a short one that took us over & then under "Sky Bridge".
Sky bridge is a natural bridge that sits way up at the end of a ridge, several hundred feet above the creeks below. Paul was definitely scared going across, but he did real well holding daddy's hand and continuing across. He didn't panic or cry. We stopped most of the way across so daddy could try to show him some of the amazing view, but I'm not sure how much he appreciated that.
But once we got to the other side and walking around underneath the bridge, he felt much safer and more confident. Overall, Paul did really well for his first camping trip, and he really seemed to enjoy it. Now we just have to decide if we get one more under our belt with just him before we take Julia, or just take the plunge and try to bring 'em both.
Friday, October 24, 2008
Field Training
We've finally figured out how to get it to rain around here. All we have to do is plan a camping trip!
We're going to take Paul camping this weekend. Julia is going to have some one-on-one time with grandma and grandpa.
Speaking of being out in the wild,
Wednesday afternoon, the kids and I were down by the weedy part of our property. Julia announced that she needed to go potty. I looked at her and quickly assessed my options.
1. Pick Julia up and sprint to the house, leaving Paul and Maggie unsupervised longer than I wanted.
2. Try to herd all three reluctant little ones up to the house in time for Julia to make it to the potty dry. Hmmm... not likely.
3. Teach Julia to squat in the weeds.
I looked around. There was nobody nearby.
Option 3 it is!
We're going to take Paul camping this weekend. Julia is going to have some one-on-one time with grandma and grandpa.
Speaking of being out in the wild,
Wednesday afternoon, the kids and I were down by the weedy part of our property. Julia announced that she needed to go potty. I looked at her and quickly assessed my options.
1. Pick Julia up and sprint to the house, leaving Paul and Maggie unsupervised longer than I wanted.
2. Try to herd all three reluctant little ones up to the house in time for Julia to make it to the potty dry. Hmmm... not likely.
3. Teach Julia to squat in the weeds.
I looked around. There was nobody nearby.
Option 3 it is!
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
At Any Rate
Monday saw the first eggs being laid from this, our fourth, flock of chickens. We found the 2 small brown eggs on the roost Monday afternoon. On Tuesday they started finding the nesting boxes, where we found 4 eggs.
Let's see...Mon. - 2 eggs, Tues. - 4 eggs...at this rate by Halloween we'll be, uh ... swimming in eggs.
At any rate, its just about time to dust the "Farm Fresh Eggs" sign off and start selling again.
UPDATE: Wed. - 6 eggs...the trend continues
Let's see...Mon. - 2 eggs, Tues. - 4 eggs...at this rate by Halloween we'll be, uh ... swimming in eggs.
At any rate, its just about time to dust the "Farm Fresh Eggs" sign off and start selling again.
UPDATE: Wed. - 6 eggs...the trend continues
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Yesterday: A Review
Sarah:
I hadn’t really planned on yesterday being a baking day. I started a pot roast in the crock pot in the morning. Steve asked me to see if we could process the two Amish Pie Squashes, which had matured in our garden. Steve had brought the smaller squash up to the house the night before.
I called grandma over to help. The plan was to chop them, cook them, and puree them like a pumpkin.
Please note that while an Amish Pie Squash is about the size of a pumpkin, it has the hard rind of a squash. After trying to chip and pry our way into them with our favorite chef’s knives, Grandma pulled out the cleaver.
Can I just take a moment to express how much I appreciate that cleaver?
I started hacking into the pie squash with about as much speed and strength as I could. Grandma backed away and started collecting the pie squash chips that hit the floor.
We used the cleaver to break the squash into large pieces, and then used our chef’s knifes to cut smaller pieces and cut of the rind.
We baked the squash in the oven in my giant turkey roaster with a couple of inches of water in the bottom.
Then I went to get the big squash. (Steve and his dad later thought it was very funny that Steve brought up the small squash and left his wife to bring the big one.) I weighed it on our bathroom scale.
34 lbs.
More quality time with the cleaver.
With much help from the grandparents, 3 batches of squash in the oven at about 2 hours of baking per batch, and lots of work from our food processor, we ended up with 12 quarts of pureed Pie Squash.
So if we show up to any social function with any kind of pumpkin pie, pumpkin bread, or pumpkin sauce, be aware, it’s not really pumpkin.
Steve:
Steve is between contracts at work, so he took a half day off yesterday. After picking Paul up from preschool, he witnessed some of the great Pie Squash massacre. He planted four little mounds of the Pie Squash seeds that we had extracted. Let’s see, if 1 vine this year grew 2 squash, which gave us 12 quarts of puree, then 4 vines can make… Okay, I don’t want to think real hard about that one.
Then he and his dad went to work on the barn. Grandpa had disassembled an interior barn door that we weren’t using. They took down a broken down exterior door and sided over it with the planks from the interior door. A fresh coat of paint later, and you can’t even see where the broken door had been, unless you are really looking for it.
Julia:
Julia brought 3 hair bands to me yesterday. I put two on the sides of her head, and I was going to leave it at that. She insisted she wanted me to use the 3rd tiny hair band, so I put it in her bangs. They stuck straight up and she looked like Cindy Who.
We made a short trip to the grocery store in the morning, and on a whim, I got one of the little carts for her to push. She did a great job! I was impressed. Her nose barely cleared the handle, but she stayed right with me and didn’t go crashing into the shelves or other shoppers.
Yesterday she wore big girl underwear all day and kept them clean and dry! Yay Julia!
Paul:
Paul had sort of a rough day with discipline. Julia did too to some extent. But poor Paul couldn’t turn around yesterday afternoon without being corrected for doing something he knew he should not have done. After a particularly antsy supper, I abandoned the dinner clean up duties and took him outside to run. He ended up running around the barn 6 or 7 times, and had a much more graceful evening. At the end of the day, my analysis to Steve was, “Well at least I feel like I held the line with him.” It’s hard to be well behaved in the morning for school, and then have people bossing you around in the afternoon too.
Maggie:
The morning was pretty chilly when I took Maggie out for her morning walk. Usually we walk down to the barn to open up the chickens. It is a long enough walk to give Maggie the opportunity to do whatever doggy business needs to be done. Yesterday, we got outside and she quickly pulled to one side of me and wet. We went a few more yards toward the barn and she pulled to the other side and dirtied. Then she started pulling back to the house.
Okay, Maggie, if you are going to be that quick with what I want you to do, then I will reward you with a quick return to the warm house. The chickens can wait until later.
Chickens:
The chickens got to peck at a whole bunch of squash rinds yesterday. They laid two eggs, the first of the season.
I hadn’t really planned on yesterday being a baking day. I started a pot roast in the crock pot in the morning. Steve asked me to see if we could process the two Amish Pie Squashes, which had matured in our garden. Steve had brought the smaller squash up to the house the night before.
I called grandma over to help. The plan was to chop them, cook them, and puree them like a pumpkin.
Please note that while an Amish Pie Squash is about the size of a pumpkin, it has the hard rind of a squash. After trying to chip and pry our way into them with our favorite chef’s knives, Grandma pulled out the cleaver.
Can I just take a moment to express how much I appreciate that cleaver?
I started hacking into the pie squash with about as much speed and strength as I could. Grandma backed away and started collecting the pie squash chips that hit the floor.
We used the cleaver to break the squash into large pieces, and then used our chef’s knifes to cut smaller pieces and cut of the rind.
We baked the squash in the oven in my giant turkey roaster with a couple of inches of water in the bottom.
Then I went to get the big squash. (Steve and his dad later thought it was very funny that Steve brought up the small squash and left his wife to bring the big one.) I weighed it on our bathroom scale.
34 lbs.
More quality time with the cleaver.
With much help from the grandparents, 3 batches of squash in the oven at about 2 hours of baking per batch, and lots of work from our food processor, we ended up with 12 quarts of pureed Pie Squash.
So if we show up to any social function with any kind of pumpkin pie, pumpkin bread, or pumpkin sauce, be aware, it’s not really pumpkin.
Steve:
Steve is between contracts at work, so he took a half day off yesterday. After picking Paul up from preschool, he witnessed some of the great Pie Squash massacre. He planted four little mounds of the Pie Squash seeds that we had extracted. Let’s see, if 1 vine this year grew 2 squash, which gave us 12 quarts of puree, then 4 vines can make… Okay, I don’t want to think real hard about that one.
Then he and his dad went to work on the barn. Grandpa had disassembled an interior barn door that we weren’t using. They took down a broken down exterior door and sided over it with the planks from the interior door. A fresh coat of paint later, and you can’t even see where the broken door had been, unless you are really looking for it.
Julia:
Julia brought 3 hair bands to me yesterday. I put two on the sides of her head, and I was going to leave it at that. She insisted she wanted me to use the 3rd tiny hair band, so I put it in her bangs. They stuck straight up and she looked like Cindy Who.
We made a short trip to the grocery store in the morning, and on a whim, I got one of the little carts for her to push. She did a great job! I was impressed. Her nose barely cleared the handle, but she stayed right with me and didn’t go crashing into the shelves or other shoppers.
Yesterday she wore big girl underwear all day and kept them clean and dry! Yay Julia!
Paul:
Paul had sort of a rough day with discipline. Julia did too to some extent. But poor Paul couldn’t turn around yesterday afternoon without being corrected for doing something he knew he should not have done. After a particularly antsy supper, I abandoned the dinner clean up duties and took him outside to run. He ended up running around the barn 6 or 7 times, and had a much more graceful evening. At the end of the day, my analysis to Steve was, “Well at least I feel like I held the line with him.” It’s hard to be well behaved in the morning for school, and then have people bossing you around in the afternoon too.
Maggie:
The morning was pretty chilly when I took Maggie out for her morning walk. Usually we walk down to the barn to open up the chickens. It is a long enough walk to give Maggie the opportunity to do whatever doggy business needs to be done. Yesterday, we got outside and she quickly pulled to one side of me and wet. We went a few more yards toward the barn and she pulled to the other side and dirtied. Then she started pulling back to the house.
Okay, Maggie, if you are going to be that quick with what I want you to do, then I will reward you with a quick return to the warm house. The chickens can wait until later.
Chickens:
The chickens got to peck at a whole bunch of squash rinds yesterday. They laid two eggs, the first of the season.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Plantin' Time?
If you're planting garlic, it is anyway...after the first light frost, late Sept. - end Oct. Well Sunday morning there was a nice light frost on the ground as we were heading out for early service at church. So Sunday evening we got our garlic in the ground.I didn't actually count how many cloves we planted, but there were 5 bulbs with 8-12 cloves/bulb. At 2" deep & about 6" apart we got one full row (about 25') out of 'em. Now, I've never grown garlic before. But if we end up getting a pretty good yield, by next June we oughta be swimming in garlic. The variety we got is called Persian Star (pictured to the right) and is described as follows:
"Pleasant flavor with a mild spicy zing. One of the best all-purpose garlic varieties."
The best part of the whole thing was how well Paul & Julia both helped. I had tilled a strip a few days ago to get ready. And yesterday afternoon I quickly raked it out and hoed a trench in which to plant 'em. The kids took turns running to mommy to get cloves then running to me to plant them. I showed them how to wiggle them into the dirt so they stood up with the pointy end up. So for each one I pointed where to put it, then they would take turns wiggling their garlic clove into the ground before running back to mommy for another one. I got 'em all covered with dirt and mounded a bit after we were all done puttin' 'em in.
Now I just need to clean out the little chicken coop to get a good 6" layer of "mulch" on top. Anyone wanna help?
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Sarah's Profile
I recently commented on a friend's blog and left my blogger identification, Sarah, as a signature. My friend pointed out that she knows so many Sarahs that my profile was nearly as bad a saying, anonymous. hmmm...
I have consequently filled out a bit of a profile for myself. It includes this blog as well as some little tidbits of personal information. For a photo, I picked a broken spoon.
I had used the spoon in a paper for school. The class was about the fracture and fatigue of materials. We needed to find something broken, and examine it to determine the type of break and probable cause for breaking. I love that kind of work.
I found this spoon in the dirt near our front porch in 2004. Remember the house was built in 1900.
Here's the Reader's Digest version of the report.
The crack extended from near the tip of the spoon, about 2 cm into the bowl of the spoon. The fracture surfaces had separated, but otherwise there was no large-scale deformation [metal stretching] to speak of. It should be noted that some of the flakes of color on the spoon were quite green. The spoon felt light for its size.
The fracture surface was examined under a scanning electron microscope....
On the back of the spoon, the words “WM A. ROGERS NICKEL SILVER” were found. Internet research found that William A. Rogers was an American silversmith. He was working at least from 1907 to 1925 and sold silver and silver plated goods. Nickel silver would more appropriately be called nickel bronze. It is an alloy of nickel and copper, named for its silvery color. It may or may not contain zinc. It may contain silver, but generally did not. Nickel silver is typically corrosion resistant.
There should have been more stretching around the fracture surface if the spoon had been broken before the corrosion started. Even though nickel silver is corrosion resistant, the spoon may have been buried for nearly 100 years, giving it enough time to break down.
The crater seen in on the fracture surface may have been the location of an inclusion that formed a stress riser, which led to a crack starting.
...
In conclusion, it is probable that the spoon broke in a brittle fashion, caused by corrosion and accelerated by residual tensile stresses. The crack started near the tip of the spoon near a possible inclusion. It propagated from the tip to the center of the bowl, and from the convex side of the bowl toward the concave side of the bowl. Intergranular stress corrosion cracking is evidenced by the rock candy appearance of the fracture surface. Dezincification may have also played a part in the cracking.
All that is to say, I wrote a profile for myself, and it said I'm pretty geeky.
I have consequently filled out a bit of a profile for myself. It includes this blog as well as some little tidbits of personal information. For a photo, I picked a broken spoon.
I had used the spoon in a paper for school. The class was about the fracture and fatigue of materials. We needed to find something broken, and examine it to determine the type of break and probable cause for breaking. I love that kind of work.
I found this spoon in the dirt near our front porch in 2004. Remember the house was built in 1900.
Here's the Reader's Digest version of the report.
The crack extended from near the tip of the spoon, about 2 cm into the bowl of the spoon. The fracture surfaces had separated, but otherwise there was no large-scale deformation [metal stretching] to speak of. It should be noted that some of the flakes of color on the spoon were quite green. The spoon felt light for its size.
The fracture surface was examined under a scanning electron microscope....
On the back of the spoon, the words “WM A. ROGERS NICKEL SILVER” were found. Internet research found that William A. Rogers was an American silversmith. He was working at least from 1907 to 1925 and sold silver and silver plated goods. Nickel silver would more appropriately be called nickel bronze. It is an alloy of nickel and copper, named for its silvery color. It may or may not contain zinc. It may contain silver, but generally did not. Nickel silver is typically corrosion resistant.
There should have been more stretching around the fracture surface if the spoon had been broken before the corrosion started. Even though nickel silver is corrosion resistant, the spoon may have been buried for nearly 100 years, giving it enough time to break down.
The crater seen in on the fracture surface may have been the location of an inclusion that formed a stress riser, which led to a crack starting.
...
In conclusion, it is probable that the spoon broke in a brittle fashion, caused by corrosion and accelerated by residual tensile stresses. The crack started near the tip of the spoon near a possible inclusion. It propagated from the tip to the center of the bowl, and from the convex side of the bowl toward the concave side of the bowl. Intergranular stress corrosion cracking is evidenced by the rock candy appearance of the fracture surface. Dezincification may have also played a part in the cracking.
All that is to say, I wrote a profile for myself, and it said I'm pretty geeky.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
More conversations with the wee ones among us
Julia outside on our stoop: What's dat, mommy?
Me: A daddy long legs.
Julia: Oooooo. I don't like it!
Me: Stomp on it! [I actually like daddy long legs spiders, but I'm trying to get Julia to be brave about her fears.]
Julia: No! I don't like it. It gives me Goose Bumps!
-reference "Toot and Puddle and the New Friend" by Holly Hobbie
This morning Julia was whining and fighting going into her car seat. She paused briefly, looked me in the eye and said seriously, "I having llama drama." Then she went back to wiggling.
-reference "Llama, Llama, Red Pajama"
I told Paul and Julia that Heather and Jeremy were far away and across the ocean to get their daughter, baby Elli. Paul sat and thought about that a minute. Julia decided that "Baby Elli" sounds a lot like "B-I-B-L-E" and started humming the song with hand motions.
At the supper table last night,
Me: Julia, can you tell daddy what we had from breakfast this morning?
[The correct answer was lovely homemade wheat toast with butter and honey on it.]
Julia: I don't know.
Daddy: Was it bear?
Julia: No.
Daddy: Was it asparagus?
Julia: No.
Daddy: Was it spiders?
Julia: Yes! It was spiders!
Daddy: Really?!?
Julia: Yes. It was daddy long legs. I chomp them up all gone!
Paul: Me too!
In the church nursery,
Me: Julia, do you know what the princess named the baby that she drew up out of the water?
Julia: Skanalea.
Me: Wow, that's a good name, but I don't think that's what she called him.
For a while, whenever Julia saw a word printed, she would read us the letters, "B-O-D-9" No matter what was written, it was always, "B-O-D-9" Steve suspects that will be her first license plate.
Paul's favorite number for something that has a lot of things is, "Forty-five, fourteen." Last night when we asked him what time it was, the answer was "45-14."
In the middle of lunch time,
Julia: Mommy, I need to go potty.
Me: Julia, you just went potty.
Julia: I need to go potty.
Me: You can go potty but no more jelly beans until after lunch. [Jelly beans are our potty reward right now. Paul is getting them too if he happens to use the potty when Julia produces.]
Julia: I need to go poopee inna potty.
A little later,
Me: Julia, you really did need to go poopee in the potty. Good job! I'm so pleased that I will let you have 2 jelly beans! [I know that violated what I said earlier, but I really really want to encourage this behavior.]
Paul: [seeing Julia's reward] I want to go poopy in the potty too!
He runs into the bathroom and starts straining. He also produces.
They both get two jelly bellies. I say to Steve, "These things work better than Exlax!"
Julia at the store: What's innat box, mommy?
Me: [Hesitating briefly to decide whether she can handle the truth] Candy.
Julia: I like candy! It's yummy and tasty.
Me: Yes it is. [Keep walking]
Me: A daddy long legs.
Julia: Oooooo. I don't like it!
Me: Stomp on it! [I actually like daddy long legs spiders, but I'm trying to get Julia to be brave about her fears.]
Julia: No! I don't like it. It gives me Goose Bumps!
-reference "Toot and Puddle and the New Friend" by Holly Hobbie
This morning Julia was whining and fighting going into her car seat. She paused briefly, looked me in the eye and said seriously, "I having llama drama." Then she went back to wiggling.
-reference "Llama, Llama, Red Pajama"
I told Paul and Julia that Heather and Jeremy were far away and across the ocean to get their daughter, baby Elli. Paul sat and thought about that a minute. Julia decided that "Baby Elli" sounds a lot like "B-I-B-L-E" and started humming the song with hand motions.
At the supper table last night,
Me: Julia, can you tell daddy what we had from breakfast this morning?
[The correct answer was lovely homemade wheat toast with butter and honey on it.]
Julia: I don't know.
Daddy: Was it bear?
Julia: No.
Daddy: Was it asparagus?
Julia: No.
Daddy: Was it spiders?
Julia: Yes! It was spiders!
Daddy: Really?!?
Julia: Yes. It was daddy long legs. I chomp them up all gone!
Paul: Me too!
In the church nursery,
Me: Julia, do you know what the princess named the baby that she drew up out of the water?
Julia: Skanalea.
Me: Wow, that's a good name, but I don't think that's what she called him.
For a while, whenever Julia saw a word printed, she would read us the letters, "B-O-D-9" No matter what was written, it was always, "B-O-D-9" Steve suspects that will be her first license plate.
Paul's favorite number for something that has a lot of things is, "Forty-five, fourteen." Last night when we asked him what time it was, the answer was "45-14."
In the middle of lunch time,
Julia: Mommy, I need to go potty.
Me: Julia, you just went potty.
Julia: I need to go potty.
Me: You can go potty but no more jelly beans until after lunch. [Jelly beans are our potty reward right now. Paul is getting them too if he happens to use the potty when Julia produces.]
Julia: I need to go poopee inna potty.
A little later,
Me: Julia, you really did need to go poopee in the potty. Good job! I'm so pleased that I will let you have 2 jelly beans! [I know that violated what I said earlier, but I really really want to encourage this behavior.]
Paul: [seeing Julia's reward] I want to go poopy in the potty too!
He runs into the bathroom and starts straining. He also produces.
They both get two jelly bellies. I say to Steve, "These things work better than Exlax!"
Julia at the store: What's innat box, mommy?
Me: [Hesitating briefly to decide whether she can handle the truth] Candy.
Julia: I like candy! It's yummy and tasty.
Me: Yes it is. [Keep walking]
Monday, October 13, 2008
Baby in Arms!
Congratulations to our friends Jeremy & Heather and their new daughter Elli!
Jeremy & Heather have been working to adopt a baby girl from Taiwan for a while now, and have been waiting specifically for Elli for several months. But their wait is over & Elli is in their arms now. If you like, you can read of their adventure and see pictures of them with Elli over at their blog: http://jeremy-n-heather.blogspot.com/.
We look forward to them returning home and the chance to greet Elli very soon.
Jeremy & Heather have been working to adopt a baby girl from Taiwan for a while now, and have been waiting specifically for Elli for several months. But their wait is over & Elli is in their arms now. If you like, you can read of their adventure and see pictures of them with Elli over at their blog: http://jeremy-n-heather.blogspot.com/.
We look forward to them returning home and the chance to greet Elli very soon.
That can't be good
My parents were able to make it out for a visit this weekend. That was really nice. We went out with the kids to a local nursery that is supposed to have a lot of native Ohio plant species. We found a rather substantial paw-paw tree, but the prices were nothing special so we came back empty handed.
Next we drove to a farmer's market that has play sets the children can climb on, plus goats they can pet. This farmer's market was very busy because they offer hayrides and harvest/halloween festivities in October. Paul fell in love with a big wooden firetruck and stayed with that for quite a while. Julia got to pet the goats and then practiced walking the gang plank on a wooden ship.
Since it had been quite cool in the morning, Paul was dressed in a turtleneck and overalls. But by the time we were done at the farmer's market, the temperatures were in the low 80's. We got him changed into some shorts, but he still took some breaks from playing to sit in the shade.
We made a short drive home, and then Paul's eyes glazed over. He didn't want to drink his milk. He didn't want to drink any water. And rather than eat any grapes, he said he wanted to be excused from lunch so he could go nap. That can't be good. Usually we are trying to keep him from eating too many grapes. Usually we are trying to convince him to take a nap.
At first we wondered if he were overheated or dehydrated. Then he spiked a pretty substantial fever, which lasted for about 24 hours. At one point Saturday evening I had Steve start driving Paul and I to the children's urgent care because in addition to the fever, Paul started weeping over stomach pain. Appendicitis! But shortly after we were in the car Paul stopped crying. A moment later he said his tummy didn't hurt so bad anymore.
I asked, "Paul, did you pass gas?"
"Yes."
Okay, I feel foolish. So we went back home and made him sit on the potty for a little while. That cleared up any remaining stomach discomfort.
Last night the fever seemed to clear up and he was running around outside like his old normal self. Fun fun.
I guess now we just wait and see if anybody else comes down with it. What is it about visiting my folks and having somebody come down ill??
UPDATE: 7:30am - Paul's temp was back up this morning, so its off to the doctor's office instead of school for him. Nuts.
Next we drove to a farmer's market that has play sets the children can climb on, plus goats they can pet. This farmer's market was very busy because they offer hayrides and harvest/halloween festivities in October. Paul fell in love with a big wooden firetruck and stayed with that for quite a while. Julia got to pet the goats and then practiced walking the gang plank on a wooden ship.
Since it had been quite cool in the morning, Paul was dressed in a turtleneck and overalls. But by the time we were done at the farmer's market, the temperatures were in the low 80's. We got him changed into some shorts, but he still took some breaks from playing to sit in the shade.
We made a short drive home, and then Paul's eyes glazed over. He didn't want to drink his milk. He didn't want to drink any water. And rather than eat any grapes, he said he wanted to be excused from lunch so he could go nap. That can't be good. Usually we are trying to keep him from eating too many grapes. Usually we are trying to convince him to take a nap.
At first we wondered if he were overheated or dehydrated. Then he spiked a pretty substantial fever, which lasted for about 24 hours. At one point Saturday evening I had Steve start driving Paul and I to the children's urgent care because in addition to the fever, Paul started weeping over stomach pain. Appendicitis! But shortly after we were in the car Paul stopped crying. A moment later he said his tummy didn't hurt so bad anymore.
I asked, "Paul, did you pass gas?"
"Yes."
Okay, I feel foolish. So we went back home and made him sit on the potty for a little while. That cleared up any remaining stomach discomfort.
Last night the fever seemed to clear up and he was running around outside like his old normal self. Fun fun.
I guess now we just wait and see if anybody else comes down with it. What is it about visiting my folks and having somebody come down ill??
UPDATE: 7:30am - Paul's temp was back up this morning, so its off to the doctor's office instead of school for him. Nuts.
Wednesday, October 08, 2008
Oktobeerfest '08 Rehash
Thanks to everyone that came out this past Friday night to enjoy the 4th annual Oktobeerfest! The weather was the warmest we've ever experienced for this event. As a result, we had a great turnout with over 120 of you showing up to join in the fun.
As we've all come to expect, the brats were excellent, the bonfire was large & warm, the blues jam was rockin', and the beer was diverse and wonderful. But most importantly, the company of so many fine folks was the best part.
Congratulations to the winners: Mark, Brian, Art, & Nora! Thanks to our 8-member panel of judges this year for their sacrifice and hard work. ;-)
And thanks to everyone that helped with the preparation and setup, the wonderful folks that cooked brats & brought food, everyone that took pictures, and everyone that stuck around to help cleanup afterwards. (BTW, if you took some good photos of the party, please send 'em on to me...I'd be glad to see 'em and maybe even post 'em up here on the blog.) Thanks also to the fine members of the blues jam band for all your hard work practicing & preparing for this.
And to all you poor folks that for one reason or another had to miss it this year, be on the lookout for next year's Oktobeerfest date so you can get it on your calender early.
Thanks for another great party everyone!
As we've all come to expect, the brats were excellent, the bonfire was large & warm, the blues jam was rockin', and the beer was diverse and wonderful. But most importantly, the company of so many fine folks was the best part.
Congratulations to the winners: Mark, Brian, Art, & Nora! Thanks to our 8-member panel of judges this year for their sacrifice and hard work. ;-)
And thanks to everyone that helped with the preparation and setup, the wonderful folks that cooked brats & brought food, everyone that took pictures, and everyone that stuck around to help cleanup afterwards. (BTW, if you took some good photos of the party, please send 'em on to me...I'd be glad to see 'em and maybe even post 'em up here on the blog.) Thanks also to the fine members of the blues jam band for all your hard work practicing & preparing for this.
And to all you poor folks that for one reason or another had to miss it this year, be on the lookout for next year's Oktobeerfest date so you can get it on your calender early.
Thanks for another great party everyone!
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
Ladies Man
One day last week I was picking Paul up from pre-school and asking him about his day. As I often do, I asked him if they played outside on the playground and, if so, with whom did he play. Usually I get answers like "Caleb; he's a bad boy", or "I don't remember." This was one of those "I don't remember" days, so I asked if it was a boy or a girl."It was a girl," Paul replied.
"What was her name?" I asked.
Long pause.
"I'm not going to tell you her name," Paul eventually responded.
"Well, why not?" I queried.
Short pause.
"I'll tell you her name when I am 5," Paul cleverly replied.
I see.
So today when I picked him up we went down a similar path:
"Who did you play with today?" I asked. "Phillip, Caleb ?"
"No" Paul said.
"Was it a boy or a girl?"
"I played with Kimmy," Paul replied.
"Really? And Kimmy is a girl.... Do you play with her often?" I pushed.
Short pause.
"When we were finishing snack today, I told Kimmy 'You are really, really pretty'" Paul said reflectively.
I see.
That's my boy!
Monday, October 06, 2008
Running risks
Saturday evening the kids and I (Sarah) sat with some children down the street.
Okay, that's a lie. We didn't sit. We ran around all over the place with lots of screaming and giggling. There were a few minutes of sitting during dinner time, but that was pretty minimal.
The little boys were playing run-and-chase-and-try-to-get-the-toy-away-from-the-other-guy. It was good fun that went on for quite a while before one of them got too rough.
At one point Julia was riding in a little car on the concrete driveway. It was the kind of toy where the child's feet stick out the bottom and provide the power. The car had a handle on the back, so the other little girl, EYA, grabbed the handle and helped push Julia along. After a while I decided it was EYA's turn to ride. Julia came out, but she really wanted to stay in the car. I told Julia that she could take a turn pushing in the back.
Now there are two things you have to realize to understand what came next. First, Julia is not a super fast runner. She might be faster, but a lot of the energy that she puts into running goes into vertical motion, rather than forward motion. It usually looks like step, step, hop, step, hop, step, step, hop. It is very girlie, and completely adorable. The second thing is that EYA is really really fast in that car toy.
So I told Julia that she could help push, and the next thing I knew, EYA had taken off, and Julia was chasing her with all her might. Did I mention that the driveway was concrete?
I watched Julia while holding my breath and thinking, "Oh, she's going to trip and fall. She's going to completely wipe-out and it's going to be ugly. Her hands and face are going to be all scraped up. I'm going to take her to church tomorrow and her face is going to be scraped from hair to chin. It' only a matter of time. But she's running forward really well. And she's having fun and learning, and I can't bring myself to stop her."
I think I said, "Be careful, Julia!"
She did not fall, and she even managed to catch EYA a couple of times. Amazing! That's my girl!
Okay, that's a lie. We didn't sit. We ran around all over the place with lots of screaming and giggling. There were a few minutes of sitting during dinner time, but that was pretty minimal.
The little boys were playing run-and-chase-and-try-to-get-the-toy-away-from-the-other-guy. It was good fun that went on for quite a while before one of them got too rough.
At one point Julia was riding in a little car on the concrete driveway. It was the kind of toy where the child's feet stick out the bottom and provide the power. The car had a handle on the back, so the other little girl, EYA, grabbed the handle and helped push Julia along. After a while I decided it was EYA's turn to ride. Julia came out, but she really wanted to stay in the car. I told Julia that she could take a turn pushing in the back.
Now there are two things you have to realize to understand what came next. First, Julia is not a super fast runner. She might be faster, but a lot of the energy that she puts into running goes into vertical motion, rather than forward motion. It usually looks like step, step, hop, step, hop, step, step, hop. It is very girlie, and completely adorable. The second thing is that EYA is really really fast in that car toy.
So I told Julia that she could help push, and the next thing I knew, EYA had taken off, and Julia was chasing her with all her might. Did I mention that the driveway was concrete?
I watched Julia while holding my breath and thinking, "Oh, she's going to trip and fall. She's going to completely wipe-out and it's going to be ugly. Her hands and face are going to be all scraped up. I'm going to take her to church tomorrow and her face is going to be scraped from hair to chin. It' only a matter of time. But she's running forward really well. And she's having fun and learning, and I can't bring myself to stop her."
I think I said, "Be careful, Julia!"
She did not fall, and she even managed to catch EYA a couple of times. Amazing! That's my girl!
Sunday, October 05, 2008
Oktobeerfest '08 Results
So here's the complete & official results of the 4th annual Kuhlman Farm Oktobeerfest. Thanks to everyone that participated by entering a beer into the judging, and thanks again to all our judges.
This year saw 43 unique beer entries in 4 categories. Our 8 member panel of judges was divided up such that 2 members judged each category. In the event of a tie, judges from other categories provide the tie-breaking rating.
The beers were poured by our judging moderator and his staff into numbered, non-opaque cups so the judges could see color, consistency, head retention, etc., but were unaware of what beer was in each cup.
Each beer is judged on a simple 1-5 rating (5 being the best) for overall quality. Pretzels were used by most judges to cleanse the palate between choices.
It all sounds very official, but, as a 4-time judge, I have to report that its darn fun. If you'd be interested in judging in future years, please let me know...we're always looking for more judges to hopefully improve our beer rating accuracy.
Congratulations again to all our winners, who this year received a set of 4 beer glasses each as their prize!
Thursday, October 02, 2008
Oktobeerfest '08 Reminder
Its coming up might quick, but boy is it shaping up to be a good time. The brush pile is massive again this year...so massive we've already started next year's off to the side. And this looks like it'll be the warmest Oktobeerfest yet with a forecast high of 69 and a low that night of 45, practically balmy for this event. With the new barn arrangement, we oughta be able to open up the barn door for folks to see the band inside & outside of the barn.So here's the details in case you forgot 'em:
- Date: Oct 3 - This Friday!
- Time: 6:30 - ???
- Location: Kuhlman Farm
- Brats & sauerkraut provided
- Bring beer to share & be judged (Maybe win a prize!)
- 4 Beer categories (1 winner for each category):
- Light lager, pilsner, light hybrid, American hybrid
- English pale ale, Scottish & Irish ale, American ale, IPA
- European amber lager, English brown ale, dark lager, bock, porter, stout
- German wheat & rye, Belgian & French ale, Belgian strong ale, sour ale, strong ale, fruit, spice/herb/vegetable, smoke-flavored & wood-aged, specialty
- Bonfire & blues jam will get rolling after dark
- Drink responsibly -- if you need to, the hay loft is available for folks to stay the night (and its reportedly darn comfy with a thick bed of straw)
- We hope to see ya'll there!
I was never very good at witty conversation
After we passed a field with some horses in it.
Paul: Mommy, I want to get a horse.
Mommy: Whoa, Paul. Horses are a lot of work. And we'd need to put in a fence for one.
Julia: I want a COW!
Mommy: If we get a horse, you guys are going to have to be bigger, so you can help take care of it. Horses can be a lot of fun, but they are a LOT of work.
Paul: It would be fun to ride a horse.
Julia: I ride cow!
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Mommy's version of the song:
It's raining, it's pouring,
The old man is snoring.
He bumped his head,
When he went to bed,
And couldn't get up in the morning.
Julia's interpretation:
Raining, pouring,
Old man - Wake up!
Bumped his head,
Went to bed,
Man gets toys - NO!
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At the tender age of 2, Julia has composed her first song. The lyrics consist entirely of, "Number 1 Dad, I love you!" I helped her fine tune the melody. She made it up Monday morning, and Monday evening we sang it to Daddy.
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Yesterday Paul announced, "Mom, me and my classmates and Miss Garrett and Miss Paula are IN October."
I replied, "That's great. Are Julia and I in October too?"
"No."
So then we talked about how everybody is in October right now.
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Julia has taken to wrapping herself up in her towel after bath time and declaring, "I'm princess Gigi!"
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Mommy: Julia, are you a stinker?
Julia: NO! I Julia Rose!
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Julia and I have a lot of conversations that go like this -
Julia: Mommy, where's daddy?
Mommy: Daddy's at work, honey.
A moment passes.
Julia: Mommy, where's daddy?
Mommy: Where is daddy?
Julia: At work. (she looks proud of herself)
Mommy: That's right.
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Mommy: Why did the chicken cross the road?
Paul: He forgot to say goodbye to the house!
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One of Paul's favorite jokes is as follows -
Row, row, row your boat,
Gently down the stream.
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,
Life is a bowl of spaghetti!
Julia's imitation of it usually sounds like this -
Merrly, merrly, merrly, merrly,
Life is bowl sgetti!
Do you like sgetti, Mommy?
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Last Friday during playgroup, Julia asked where her daddy was. (Reference the conversation above.)
Eventually, Julia announced, "My daddy's at work."
Paul had to add, "MY daddy's at work!"
I said, "That's right. Julia's daddy is at work, AND Paul's daddy is at work."
One of the other women there laughed and said, "Be careful, Sarah. That's how rumors get started!"
Paul: Mommy, I want to get a horse.
Mommy: Whoa, Paul. Horses are a lot of work. And we'd need to put in a fence for one.
Julia: I want a COW!
Mommy: If we get a horse, you guys are going to have to be bigger, so you can help take care of it. Horses can be a lot of fun, but they are a LOT of work.
Paul: It would be fun to ride a horse.
Julia: I ride cow!
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Mommy's version of the song:
It's raining, it's pouring,
The old man is snoring.
He bumped his head,
When he went to bed,
And couldn't get up in the morning.
Julia's interpretation:
Raining, pouring,
Old man - Wake up!
Bumped his head,
Went to bed,
Man gets toys - NO!
------------------------------
At the tender age of 2, Julia has composed her first song. The lyrics consist entirely of, "Number 1 Dad, I love you!" I helped her fine tune the melody. She made it up Monday morning, and Monday evening we sang it to Daddy.
------------------------------
Yesterday Paul announced, "Mom, me and my classmates and Miss Garrett and Miss Paula are IN October."
I replied, "That's great. Are Julia and I in October too?"
"No."
So then we talked about how everybody is in October right now.
------------------------------
Julia has taken to wrapping herself up in her towel after bath time and declaring, "I'm princess Gigi!"
------------------------------
Mommy: Julia, are you a stinker?
Julia: NO! I Julia Rose!
------------------------------
Julia and I have a lot of conversations that go like this -
Julia: Mommy, where's daddy?
Mommy: Daddy's at work, honey.
A moment passes.
Julia: Mommy, where's daddy?
Mommy: Where is daddy?
Julia: At work. (she looks proud of herself)
Mommy: That's right.
------------------------------
Mommy: Why did the chicken cross the road?
Paul: He forgot to say goodbye to the house!
------------------------------
One of Paul's favorite jokes is as follows -
Row, row, row your boat,
Gently down the stream.
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,
Life is a bowl of spaghetti!
Julia's imitation of it usually sounds like this -
Merrly, merrly, merrly, merrly,
Life is bowl sgetti!
Do you like sgetti, Mommy?
------------------------------
Last Friday during playgroup, Julia asked where her daddy was. (Reference the conversation above.)
Eventually, Julia announced, "My daddy's at work."
Paul had to add, "MY daddy's at work!"
I said, "That's right. Julia's daddy is at work, AND Paul's daddy is at work."
One of the other women there laughed and said, "Be careful, Sarah. That's how rumors get started!"
60 lbs.
That's over 27 kg, for you metric types.
More importantly, that's how many bratwurst I ordered from Dot's Market yesterday for the upcoming Oktobeerfest. I also managed to pick up a lot of the other "necessities" for the big party yesterday.
The barn is really cleaning up nicely. We've opened up a lot more space and fixed a lot of nagging issues (like the breakers tripping last year). So things are shaping up real nice.
Tonight the blues jam band is having one more quick run-through with the whole band, so that oughta be pretty solid tomorrow, too.
If you can't make it, you're gonna miss out! We look forward to seeing a lot of you out at the farm tomorrow night!
More importantly, that's how many bratwurst I ordered from Dot's Market yesterday for the upcoming Oktobeerfest. I also managed to pick up a lot of the other "necessities" for the big party yesterday.
The barn is really cleaning up nicely. We've opened up a lot more space and fixed a lot of nagging issues (like the breakers tripping last year). So things are shaping up real nice.
Tonight the blues jam band is having one more quick run-through with the whole band, so that oughta be pretty solid tomorrow, too.
If you can't make it, you're gonna miss out! We look forward to seeing a lot of you out at the farm tomorrow night!
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