Monday, January 29, 2007

Butterflies Are NOT Free

I think it was that December wedding in the Butterfly Pavilion -- the one which answered my question, "What's the big deal about planning and executing a wedding?" Hence the phrase live and learn.

Butterfly this, butterfly that....

Uh-huh, let's blame the OAO [one and only] daughter, since we were mysteriously overcome in January with the sure knowledge that we must acquire a butterfly puppy. And so we did.

Having seen photos of the puppy, OAO daughter says he looks like a gizmo. I don't know what a gizmo is (and would have guessed electric can opener). Dog doesn't look like an electric can opener. Dog does look like Yoda. The afternoon he came home with us, he sat on the sofa like a little man and fell asleep.

"They" say his enormous ears will be erect by the time he's 3 or 4 months old. Indeed, one is now standing, a mere 3 days after he came home with us. He's lopsided.

Right before we picked up our little papillon parcel, I was on the phone with a dear friend and asked, "Can we name him Dumbo?"


"We can't? Why not?"

"That wouldn't be nice."

"You mean people wouldn't get it, and they'd think we were demeaning him?"

"Yes. You have to give him a nice name."

I thought Dumbo was a nice name. Everyone loves Dumbo. *sigh* When I asked what she thought of Bacon, she said she thinks there's something wrong with both me and her husband, who named his little Jack Russell terrier Soda.

So the little fellow has the stately name Pierre. The butterflies in our lives aren't free, but they're lovely. Pierre has already captured our hearts and a forever place in our home. When I, CarolineNot (middle name MarthaNot), described how joyful I am that Pierre is color coordinated with the cat, Purrle, Charles shook his head and said, "Only you would think of or notice a thing like that." *harumph & more pouting*

And God made the beast of the earth after his kind, and cattle after their kind, and every thing that creepeth upon the earth after his kind: and God saw that it was good. ...And Adam gave names to all cattle, and to the fowl of the air, and to every beast of the field.

Genesis 1:25; 2:20

Sunday, January 21, 2007


CarolineNot: Ow! Ow, ow, ow!

Charles: What happened?

CarolineNot: Oh, I have this bone right beneath my knee, and every time I try to get up from a kneeling position, that bone hurts like crazy.

Charles: Let me see. Hmm, maybe you're not supposed to have that bone.

CarolineNot: *pouting* Maybe my bones are too big.

Charles: *adopting a drawl* She's got big bones. *chortle* She's a big boned woman! *chortle-chortle*

A merry heart doeth good like a medicine.
Proverbs 17:22a

How/Why Sleds Are Sold in Kansas

In the absence of inclines, great or small, sledding is work for one, play for another. Worker runs behind Player, manning a long piece of PVC pipe engaged with the sled frame, propelling Player onto the frozen pond...which is so shallow from lack of precip that the protective mom needn't give a thought to breaks in the ice. They'd sooner drown in the bathtub.

Make do with what ya got.

And having food and raiment let us be therewith content.
I Timothy 6:8

Hostessing Tips

Except in the direst of circumstances, avoid serving weasels for breakfast.

Guest towels are for guests ~ non-guests will please wipe their hands on their clothes.

Housing eleven overnight guests in a 3-bedroom castle is a feat to be attempted by only silly people with enough hot air to inflate many balloon beds.

All invitations issued with the notation BYOB (bring your own blanket).
Do not utter any family endearments [e.g. You Milk-Suckin'-Pig!] while in the company of guests.

Residents, REMEMBER: As far as anyone knows, we're a NICE, NORMAL FAMILY -- strive to maintain the illusion.

Use hospitality one to another without grudging.
I Peter 4:9