Sherry Ellis's Blog, page 145
May 16, 2011
Sticky Concoction
My daughter has a big project to do for school. She has to create something and market it. She chose to create some spa products.
"Mom, I need brown sugar, oatmeal, olive oil and honey," she announced. "Oh, and could you please grind the oatmeal?"
I ground the oatmeal and got out the rest of the ingredients. My daughter mixed it all up and spooned it into a jar.
"Breakfast for your skin," she announced.
"Great," I thought looking at the sticky brown stuff. I wonder how she's going to convince people to smear brown sugar and honey all over their body. Stay tuned.
"Mom, I need brown sugar, oatmeal, olive oil and honey," she announced. "Oh, and could you please grind the oatmeal?"
I ground the oatmeal and got out the rest of the ingredients. My daughter mixed it all up and spooned it into a jar.
"Breakfast for your skin," she announced.
"Great," I thought looking at the sticky brown stuff. I wonder how she's going to convince people to smear brown sugar and honey all over their body. Stay tuned.
May 15, 2011
Dog in a Tutu
My daughter had a dance performance at a nursing home today. The residents gathered in the dining room to watch the show.
The young ladies in beautiful costumes pranced onto the stage. So did a dog in a tutu.
"What?" you ask.
Yep. I kid you not. There was a miniature great dane walking around in a fluffy white tutu.
The residents loved it.
I wonder how our eighty- pound German Shepherd puppy would look in a tutu.
I wonder how he'd behave in a tutu. He'd probably shred that thing in less than ten seconds!
The young ladies in beautiful costumes pranced onto the stage. So did a dog in a tutu.
"What?" you ask.
Yep. I kid you not. There was a miniature great dane walking around in a fluffy white tutu.
The residents loved it.
I wonder how our eighty- pound German Shepherd puppy would look in a tutu.
I wonder how he'd behave in a tutu. He'd probably shred that thing in less than ten seconds!
May 14, 2011
Mechanical Mama
"Honey, I need you to grab a torque wrench," my husband said as he tinkered on his motorcycle.
"Is this a torque wrench?" I asked pulling something that looked like a wrench out of his toolbox.
"No, that's a socket wrench."
"Oh." I put the wrench back and tried again. This time I was successful.
"Now I need you to take this hammer and tap on this part when I tell you."
"Okay," I said and waited for further instruction.
The instruction was given, and I started tapping.
"Excellent!" my husband exclaimed. "You just installed an axle."
A minute later, my husband had another project. "Here, " he said. "Take this wrench and apply 10 to 20 pounds of pressure right here." He showed me where. I put all my weight on that thing. I figured that should do it, since I'm a petite person.
"Way to go!" my husband said, clearly pleased with my performance. "You helped me tighten the brake."
Wow. I didn't know I had such talent. Now I really hope it works!
"Is this a torque wrench?" I asked pulling something that looked like a wrench out of his toolbox.
"No, that's a socket wrench."
"Oh." I put the wrench back and tried again. This time I was successful.
"Now I need you to take this hammer and tap on this part when I tell you."
"Okay," I said and waited for further instruction.
The instruction was given, and I started tapping.
"Excellent!" my husband exclaimed. "You just installed an axle."
A minute later, my husband had another project. "Here, " he said. "Take this wrench and apply 10 to 20 pounds of pressure right here." He showed me where. I put all my weight on that thing. I figured that should do it, since I'm a petite person.
"Way to go!" my husband said, clearly pleased with my performance. "You helped me tighten the brake."
Wow. I didn't know I had such talent. Now I really hope it works!
May 13, 2011
Saving Worms
I"m sure you've seen sidewalks after a good rain. They're wet and usually covered with worms. Today was one of those days. My son and I went outside after the sun started drying things up.
"Mom, look at these poor worms. They're going to die!"
"Maybe they'll crawl back into the dirt," I said.
"No they won't. They'll dry out. We have to save them!"
We stooped down and began saving those slimy things. We tossed them into the grass and watched them squirm down through the wet blades into the dirt.
I never thought I'd be saving worms, but I'm glad we did. It was a nice thing to do for a creature who was in need of some assistance.
"Mom, look at these poor worms. They're going to die!"
"Maybe they'll crawl back into the dirt," I said.
"No they won't. They'll dry out. We have to save them!"
We stooped down and began saving those slimy things. We tossed them into the grass and watched them squirm down through the wet blades into the dirt.
I never thought I'd be saving worms, but I'm glad we did. It was a nice thing to do for a creature who was in need of some assistance.
May 11, 2011
Frog Hunting
Today my little guy wanted to hunt for frogs. Normally that would mean we'd go to the lake with a big net and try to scoop the green amphibeans out of the cattail reeds. Not today.
Today we were armed with a device called an Identiflyer. You slide a frog card in, press a button and get frog calls.
"We're going to trick those frogs," my son said.
"Okay. Let's do it," I replied.
We sat down by the lake and pressed the bull frog button. My son searched through the reeds. Nothing. We kept pressing the button. Then we heard a splash. We went to investigate. There in the reeds, were two huge bull frogs.
Ha! We tricked them!
Today we were armed with a device called an Identiflyer. You slide a frog card in, press a button and get frog calls.
"We're going to trick those frogs," my son said.
"Okay. Let's do it," I replied.
We sat down by the lake and pressed the bull frog button. My son searched through the reeds. Nothing. We kept pressing the button. Then we heard a splash. We went to investigate. There in the reeds, were two huge bull frogs.
Ha! We tricked them!
May 10, 2011
Catching Fish
"Mom, I want to go fishing!" my six-year old son announced.
I looked at the piles of laundry. I supposed they could wait. "Okay," I said. "But not for long. I have a lot of work to do."
We grabbed a fishing pole, some hooks, a bobber, and bread for bait. Then we walked to the lake.
After I rigged the line, my son cast it into the lake. He did this for fifteeen minutes and did not get a single bite.
"Okay, let's go," I said.
"No, I have to catch a fish," he replied. "I'm going to try something new."
Instead of casting the line, he plopped it into the water next to him. In less than two seconds, he caught a bluegill. I took it off the line and tossed it back in. He did the same thing again, and another two seconds later, he caught another fish. This went on for almost an hour.
Let me just say it took me forever to get the fish smell off of my hands from unhooking and releasing all those fish!
I looked at the piles of laundry. I supposed they could wait. "Okay," I said. "But not for long. I have a lot of work to do."
We grabbed a fishing pole, some hooks, a bobber, and bread for bait. Then we walked to the lake.
After I rigged the line, my son cast it into the lake. He did this for fifteeen minutes and did not get a single bite.
"Okay, let's go," I said.
"No, I have to catch a fish," he replied. "I'm going to try something new."
Instead of casting the line, he plopped it into the water next to him. In less than two seconds, he caught a bluegill. I took it off the line and tossed it back in. He did the same thing again, and another two seconds later, he caught another fish. This went on for almost an hour.
Let me just say it took me forever to get the fish smell off of my hands from unhooking and releasing all those fish!
May 9, 2011
Bug Hunting
My son had a homework assignment to search for insects and count how many he found. I went outside with him to go on a bug hunt. We searched and searched, but weren't having much luck finding the little six legged creatures.
Then I took a look at my son.
"Dude," I said. "There's a bug on your armpit!"
He didn't believe me.
So I showed him. A big brown beetle was clinging to his shirt under his armpit.
Now, that would've freaked me out. But not my son. He thought it was great.
"Cool," he said. "This bug went on a people hunt and he found me!"
Then I took a look at my son.
"Dude," I said. "There's a bug on your armpit!"
He didn't believe me.
So I showed him. A big brown beetle was clinging to his shirt under his armpit.
Now, that would've freaked me out. But not my son. He thought it was great.
"Cool," he said. "This bug went on a people hunt and he found me!"
May 8, 2011
Mother's Day Nap
Happy Mother's Day! I hope all of you moms out there had a wonderful day. I'm a bit under the weather. I've caught another cold. I thought it might be nice to take a little nap and rest a little bit. Resting is something I don't do very often. I went to my room, expecting to lay down and take it easy.
I walked into my room and sirens went off. My kids had rigged my room with spy gear equipment. My bed was torn apart and set up as an undercover spy fortress. My kids of course were under the covers spying.
Of course my kids thought the whole thing was hilarious. I sighed and plopped down on the sofa. Then the dog started barking. So much for a nap.
I walked into my room and sirens went off. My kids had rigged my room with spy gear equipment. My bed was torn apart and set up as an undercover spy fortress. My kids of course were under the covers spying.
Of course my kids thought the whole thing was hilarious. I sighed and plopped down on the sofa. Then the dog started barking. So much for a nap.
May 6, 2011
A Fly Named Billy Bob
This morning I found my husband running around in the bedroom with a towel in his hand swatting at a rather large fly.
"I'm going to get you!" he shouted at the fly.
I went into the bathroom to put in my contacts. The fly followed me and so did my towel-wielding husband.
"Stop Billy Bob. Stop right now so I can kill you!"
I looked at my husband quizically. "You named the fly Billy Bob?"
"Yep. And Billy Bob is going to die."
The chase continued with various things flying off of the counter as the towel came down.
Finally, the fly was cornered in the shower where he met his demise and was promptly rinsed down the drain.
So here's to the fly who flew high until my husband decided he should die. Rest in Peace Billy Bob.
"I'm going to get you!" he shouted at the fly.
I went into the bathroom to put in my contacts. The fly followed me and so did my towel-wielding husband.
"Stop Billy Bob. Stop right now so I can kill you!"
I looked at my husband quizically. "You named the fly Billy Bob?"
"Yep. And Billy Bob is going to die."
The chase continued with various things flying off of the counter as the towel came down.
Finally, the fly was cornered in the shower where he met his demise and was promptly rinsed down the drain.
So here's to the fly who flew high until my husband decided he should die. Rest in Peace Billy Bob.
May 4, 2011
Filth, Filth, and More Filth
I really do not like filth. Unfortunately filth is part of the mom job. I can't seem to get away from it. Today was one of those exceptionally filthy days. Most of the filth came from our German Shepherd puppy.
I let him outside to blow off some energy. When he came back in, he was still as hyper as could be and covered from head to toe with mud. He jumped on me, and the next thing I knew, I was covered in mud.
I decided that the dog needed a good long walk to tire him out. So off we went, down the street, completely covered in mud. I got a few quizical looks from some neighbors who were out. If that wasn't bad enough, the dog decided to do his business. I finished the walk covered in mud, holding a bag of dog turds.
When I got home, I had to feed the turtle. I checked the worm supply in the refrigerator (yes, there are worms and dirt in my refrigerator.) The supply was a little low, so I had to go worm hunting. You know what that meant - more dirt.
By the time I was done, I was completely covered in dog hair,dirt, worm slime, and mud. Disgusting!
I let him outside to blow off some energy. When he came back in, he was still as hyper as could be and covered from head to toe with mud. He jumped on me, and the next thing I knew, I was covered in mud.
I decided that the dog needed a good long walk to tire him out. So off we went, down the street, completely covered in mud. I got a few quizical looks from some neighbors who were out. If that wasn't bad enough, the dog decided to do his business. I finished the walk covered in mud, holding a bag of dog turds.
When I got home, I had to feed the turtle. I checked the worm supply in the refrigerator (yes, there are worms and dirt in my refrigerator.) The supply was a little low, so I had to go worm hunting. You know what that meant - more dirt.
By the time I was done, I was completely covered in dog hair,dirt, worm slime, and mud. Disgusting!
