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Apr 20 / Amy

Dead Stuff From the Sea

We just got back from staying with my grandparents for a couple of days in Florida, where Ella spent her vacation collecting shells.  Lovely shells of all shapes, sizes and colors.

Addison spent hers collecting dead things from the sea.  And she couldn’t have been prouder of each dead, rotting treasure she pulled from… [keep reading]

Apr 2 / Amy

Regarding J.C. and the Easter Bunny

How do you explain crucifixion and rising from the dead to three year olds? Ummm, Jesus was an awesome person and we should follow his example and be kind and then he was nailed to a cross… but don’t worry kids–he rose from the dead… just like a zombie! A holy zombie! You see? It’s tricky.

Mar 24 / Amy

Dear mom and dad, thank you for my college education, which I have put to excellent use this month.

What do all of the following phrases have in common: spider squirrel, bloody rabbit, amish bread, handhole, sperlunking, squirrel elephantitis and Jillian Michaels in a thong? Click on the post to find out.

Mar 17 / Amy

How a squirrel came to be in a rubbermaid container on my back porch: A step-by-step story in pictures

1. Squirrels return to porch roof for another year of nesting.

2. Squirrels decide to start eating out of compost bin without asking.

3. Squirrels start hanging out on the porch.

4. Amy decides to make a secondary compost bin on the porch to encourage this behavior.

5. Squirrel is interested in… [keep reading]

Mar 15 / Amy

Just Another Monday

Most people go to work on Monday and drink their coffee and do their JOB. I just captured a squirrel using a string attached to a stick that was holding up a clear rubbermaid baited with an apple core and a banana peel with peanut butter spread on it. Click to read more and watch the video of it.

Mar 11 / Amy

Come to Think of it, My Brother John is Kind of a Jerk

…There I would be, riding gaily down the sidewalk on my pink banana seat Schwinn, listening to a Disney tape that I had in a portable cassette player in the basket of my bike, when John would come out of nowhere to burn my tires. I never knew he was there until he was about fifteen feet away, and by then it was too late. In nervous terror I would look over my shoulder and there he was, with his growth stunted legs pumping those pedals (so help me God, he reached speeds of thirty miles an hour), hellbent on catching me. “Better ride faster, I’m gonnnnnnnnnna get you,” he taunted, knowing full well that I couldn’t out run him. Two seconds later came the burn… read more

Mar 2 / Amy

Why People Shouldn’t Give Me Tickets to Things

…At the time I was pretty sure this was Lou Holtz. Looking at it now I see that it is not all all him. But they both wear glasses, so you can see where the confusion might come from… click to read what else I was looking at instead of the game.