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Lunch as Love

~ Bon Steele ~ 1 Comment

 

I am a firm believer in food being a way to express love. Not in a reward-for-good-behavior that I have seen some parents use. More in an I-care-about-what-goes-into-your-body sort of way. This is part of the reason that I get up a little early to pack lunch for The Girl, every morning.
For example, today’s lunch:

mmmm, lunch!

 

 

 

 

 

 

It isn’t a terribly complicated lunch. I mean, there aren’t even any secret messages in it!  However, it is more or less healthy with the added bonus of being full of things she likes.
Sometimes OFTEN Things a Kid Likes ≠ Healthy.  I am lucky in that she digs vegetables (most of them) and fruits (all of them.)
There are people out there whose children will eat a set list of things – and only those things.  Apparently, this has been going since the beginning of time, as evidenced by this book from my own youth (see: dinosaurs, earth-walking.)

If your kid is one of those who only allows say, peanut butter, sliced American cheese and hotdogs to pass their lips – I am truly sorry. I know that watching your skinny noodle of a kid push away yet another plate of food is frustrating. There is are some very good resources out there to help you get nutrition into your bébé  nowadays.
YAY, internets!

Now, I wrote all this so you’d understand that when I went downstairs to get my 3rd cuppa of coffee1, you would understand the eyeroll I allowed myself when I saw The Girl had left her lunch on the counter. At first, I was thinking it was because she had simply forgotten. Until I looked up her school cafeteria’s offerings for the day.

Today's lunch is brought to you by the letters ICK and the numbers BLEAH.

 

 

 

 

That’s OK, though. I will be bringing her lunch to her. I may have…modified her lunch bag a bit, though. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Think she’ll notice?

😀

 

 

 

[1]– Don’t judge.

Halloween Approaches: In Which I Maul the HOA’s Rulebook

~ Bon Steele ~ 2 Comments

After a bit of thought, I’ve decided that while I cannot (yet!) afford to decorate my entire yard, there is no good reason not to do the front porch. I already have many of the components.

However, I am now at an impasse. I need about a ½ hour to an hour’s worth of creepy sound effects to pull this off.  Keeping in mind that the theme is “Haunted Nursery/Daycare” – what are some sound effects/ideas that I can pull together?

Sounds I already plan on using:

  • The Diddy Laugh
  • An approaching thunderstorm
  • Echoing crying sounds (adult)
  • The ‘Blair Witch’ creepy-thumpy music/sound effect
  • Loud knocking (as if on a door by a very large fist)
  • Menacing whisper effects
  • The ‘Tick Tock’ song from Doctor Who
  • A little girl singing ‘The Itsy Bitsy Spider’
  • Another girl asking if you want to have a tea party with her

All in all, its about six minutes worth of sound effects.
I know, right? Seems like it should be more. *SIGHS*   At any rate – more ideas would be lovely.

I am going to have to come up with a rocking chair and talk the Girl into letting me maul some of her older baby-dolls.
I might also need one of those cauldrons that look – but actually *aren’t* – on fire. You know… to put the dismembered Barbies into.

Like you do.

Pre-Mobile.

I will post images and/or a video of everything once I get it all done.

 

 

 

Happiness – A Strafing Run of Links & Things

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Trying to write. Failing.

One of the things I have noticed about writers is that we tend to be interested in a bit of everything. Many have held down multiples of jobs, often in varying fields. I think this is because many authors are a touch ADD. Not to say we cannot focus but ….

Ooh…shiny.

But, um.
Well, we tend to get distracted. And the internet has made that distraction  lots easier. I don’t know about other writers but for me? I am often pulled away from my own thoughts by the wormhole of the world wide web.
I will be writing along and back myself into a corner because I don’t have enough information. As a random example, I might need to know about voodoo veves for a story I am writing*. Somehow, just from that wee research, I am now looking at Halloween cupcakes.  Which, of course, leads me on to shrunken apple heads. While I am bopping around there, I see a link for Halloween bathrooms.
It just deteriorates from there. (And that is all on one site.**)

It isn’t just during writing that this sort of thing happens. This morning, as I was going about my normal Facebook/coffee/email routine – I happened across a picture of this amazing sculpture. Which made me recall that Austin has a sculpture garden, Umlauf. I haven’t been in over three years, which is a shame. I really should expose the Girl to more artistic endeavors. Like galleries, museums and such.

I can get sucked into a whirlpool of “OOH!” and “Nifty!” and “Whoa, honey – did you know about?” that lasts for hours. I suppose it isn’t a bad thing. But, thank god I’m not on any sort of deadline.

* – may or may not have actually happened. *shifty eyes*
** – Squidoo?  Is crack for information ho’s. Just sayin’.