Every once in a while I need to record some of the fun things that get said around my house.
Beulah, for instance, recently quiped, "I can easily spend two hours primping and not get bored." She didn't understand why that was funny. Speaking of her primping, she has this lip gloss from Bath and Body Works that is supposed to smell like a chocolate dipped strawberry. It is by far the nastiest artificial fragrance I have ever been around. Whenever she whips it out--in the car, at church, on the sofa or in the park--we can sense its stink immediately. She claims that if she gets another lip gloss for her upcoming birthday, she'll throw it away.
Goose is asking, "Where's John?" all the time. I don't know why. She and Husband talk about opening the door and closing the door, with the door being the mouth. Right now she's saying, "Gimme a bowl, please" to T-Bone.
Speaking of T-Bone, he has a grape-sized watermelon growing. He wants to unlock the Post Token at Pirates Online.
Cheeseball got sunburned the other day when he sat out in our neighbor's sandbox for several hours. She had filled the box with water and just let the hose keep running while the kids sat in the sandy mud. A good way to spend a few hours, provided you've applied sunscreen first!
Janey has taken to tying up the children and calling it "play." We had a conversation and that's not going to happen again. She is looking forward to painting her room.
Husband is taking his practical test for a license this Friday.
I am looking for exciting new ways to present zucchini. The good news with me lately is that I've finally made a spaghetti sauce that Husband and I both really like.

You put it in a trash can?!

So we took a fun trip down to San Diego for a few days. We played in the waves at La Jolla Shores (even I went boogie boarding and I caught a few waves all by myself!) and went to the cove--the kids saw a couple of different types colorful fish swimming around. We went to the Museum of Man and saw some dried up mummies and the Fleet Science center where we raced little sail boats (Cheeseball beat me both times). We went swimming with some fun cousins and we went for a couple of hikes. On one of our outings we were walking past a bird sanctuary of sorts--it's where the San Diego river (ha ha) meets Mission Bay. The kids were being a little naughty and went down into where the river would be, had California not been in a drought for the whole 35 years of my life. There were big rocks lining the "banks" of the river and the kids were climbing on them. (Yes, it smelled like a sewer and I did call them up but they were having such a good time I just held Goose and kept a blind eye.) Well, all of a sudden Husband is holding something up and I see it looks like a munition. He brings it up to me and tells me that Janey had found it. As soon as he saw it in her hands, he called out, "That's a bomb! Don't drop that!" And so she drops it nose first onto the rocks. We are very grateful that we're all still here. After Husband brought the item up, the kids magically climbed out the the river rocks (I guess weaponry is more exciting than stinky riverbeds) and had to touch it. I was worried it was going to come home and end on on my mantel. (thank goodness we decided the theme for the basement would be pirates and not WW2). But we saw a trash can and so we stuck it in there, thinking we could call some authority person and have them come pick it up. As we were walking away, we saw a San Diego city truck drive by. Hero (that's my dad) flagged it down and went to talk to the driver. All I heard was, "YOU PUT IT IN A TRASH CAN? " Hero tried to explain that we didn't want to carry it, didn't want to put it back, and wanted to have a specific place to tell someone to look. Anyway, we were cleared away and the good city worker got on his walkie talkie and was soon putting up yellow caution tape across the road. After we walked about a block or two, another city truck came up a put the caution tape on the other end of the road, thus sealing it off.

We came home and tried to do some research but the picture of the serial number didn't work too well (the autofocus picked husband's shirtand not the "piece".) Anyway, from what we could remember and deduce, we surmised that it was a 81 mm mortar shell, and yes, it was designed to explode and destroy and no, it hadn't exploded or destroyed yet. I don't know what it was doing there. We checked a map of San Diego to see where old muntions have been found or where old test sites were and none correlated with the area. I had a friend whose soccer teammate died back in 1983 when he and friend found played with a munition shell they found in Tierrasanta. We were probably not in any danger, but I am a believer in prayer and I'm grateful that we were all safe.