Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Around These Parts
This was outside my window an hour ago. I love the prairie. Here is one of the worst pictures anyone ever took of it.
This is across the street from where the girls take karate. If I can't see lots of sky, I start to panic. My people were pioneers, homesteaders and rough riders, and maybe this stuff runs in the blood.
The girls staged a rebellion against karate today and I let them quit. Ayla quit without bothering to see if she's earned her yellow-belt. (She had. She didn't care). Indy hung in long enough to earn the yellow belt and quit immediately afterwards. It was fun for a week, showing off karate-chops at the park, and then I suspect they tired of all the posturing.
We have dreamy personalities around these parts. Ayla told me she wants to do theater instead. "Like practice to do a show," she said. "Like onstage. Like Michael Jackson."
I can't say I was surprised. Then I nearly fainted over dead when I saw the price of any kind of theater camp for kids.
For her birthday, she wants a cake that is a brain. With zombies dancing around it.
She is awesome.
After my flunkies failed out of the karate summer camp that's designed to have a 0% fail rate, we went to Dairy Queen. What else are you gonna do?
Are they not the luckiest children on earth? Here they are at 31 flavors the day before.
We fail at some things, here. Cleanliness, godliness, dojo-ness.
We do not fail at ice cream.
Posted by Vesuvius At Home at 11:12 PM
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I failed at Dojo-ness and I turned out alright..lolReplyDelete
**Finding my voice at a new place come visit if ya feel like it ;)
It was so nice seeing you this week, I sure miss your face!
What a gorgeous picture of the sky. And your girls, so lovely. I got kicked out of brownies for stealing the "Weekly dues" when I was 9 years old. It was overrated anyways.ReplyDelete