Saturday, June 25, 2011

Saturday Snap

As you may have noticed, sometimes writing about my life gets supplanted by actual life.  This new series is going to take advantage of the thousand words pictures say and hopefully keep everyone a little more caught up.

First day at Disney World, May 2011

Sunday, June 19, 2011

More making of music

Actually, this little ditty isn't all that new.  I found it while looking for a black page in an old notebook.  I believe Em composed this gem in the fall of 2009:

Do you love me or not
Somehow you do
Somehow you don't
You're always changing.

You're not as tall as a wall
You're taller than the cat
You're not tall as love
'cause love goes to space.

Monday, June 13, 2011

Dear man of a certain age,

I agree that your red motorcycle is very cool. However, your pot belly and the white socks with slacks and black dress shoes belie your mid-life crisis. Please work on that.

Oh, and please don't lift your visor to wink at women stopped next to you at red lights.

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Did you miss this bathroom?

Okay, I lived with it for a couple of weeks. Occasionally I'd drag Ben into the bathroom with me and make him analyze the gray walls. Sigh, we were in agreement: no matter how much we love that shade of gray, it does not work in this bathroom.

Back to the paint chips we went. This time Emily selected Cappuccino White by Glidden.

I'm not in love with it, but it does match the tile.

We are pretty much back to singing our favorite refrain around here so we can get the walls ready for a new new coat of paint.

...Wipe, sand, spackle, sand, wipe, spackle, sand...

Tuesday, June 7, 2011


Saturday night is family movie night in the Bear household and the feature presentation this past weekend was Swiss Family Robinson. The Disney movie was made in 1960, but the story takes place sometime in the late 1700s or early 1800s.  Why is this important?

Well, at one point in the movie the two eldest sons, Fritz and Ernst, are about to embark on a little boat ride around the deserted island much to the dismay of Mrs. Robinson. As Mother sends the boys off with many warnings and other lovingly expressed reservations Emily furrows her brow at the TV and bursts out with,

"Oh, just get a phone!"