Monthly Archives: July 2009

If you give a kid a camera…

We were stuck in our mostly empty apartment on Tuesday waiting for the cable guy. We needed to be there between the hours of 12 and 4.

Try to guess when he showed up.

I’ll give you a hint: I could’ve gotten there by 3 and still been bored.

Now try to guess how we spent our time.

So, we have mini-blinds.

Wow. Mini-blinds. Everybody wants to see the mini-blinds.

more mini-blinds

But, have you ever really seen mini-blinds?

up close and personal (aren't those two kinds of toothpaste?)

I mean, really seen them?

Crayon Physics

My kids were introduced to this by one of their Aunts. And I think we’re all the better for it.

I could've lived without this one, though.

I think I could’ve lived without this picture though.

There's a new angle.

But I bet you’ve never seen mini-blinds from this angle before.

(I have no less than 25 pictures of the pool. I’ll spare you though.)

context and all that.

I guess it’s nice to get some context, right?

Have you ever wondered why most people don’t plaster pictures of the tops of their computers on their blogs?

Huh. Come to think of it, neither have I.

Do ya need a nap or sumthin'?

Phew! It’s not all mini-blinds and computers.

Possibly the only blog post about ceiling fans that I'll ever do.

Sometimes it’s just ceiling fans.

(Photos courtesy of C and J.)


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If moving is my hobby, shouldn’t I be good at it by now?

She said, after realizing that she had grossly underestimated the time, effort, and stress of the latest move.

‘Round about 10:30 p.m., Mr. French said, “Somewhere, somehow, we got something wrong here.”

At least the hard part is over.

I would like to be here.

C took this picture. About 20 times.

But instead I’m here.

Fireplace and nice windows!

10 points to me for finding my camera cord!

(in the bathroom, but who’s keeping track?)


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You know you move a lot when….

1. You have to forward your mail from two different addresses. (Personally, I’ve had to do it from three.)

2. It physically pains you to get rid of perfectly good boxes. You know you’ll need them again someday.

3. You look forward to moving because you can stop cleaning the house three weeks prior. (You’ll never have to clean that bathroom again!)

4. You run out of space on those forms that ask for your addresses for the last 7 years. (Five lines might not be enough, people!)

5. You have to write all your prior addresses in your address book just to keep them all straight.

6. You can’t relate to people when they say they still have boxes not unpacked from their move 6 years ago. (Seriously?)

7. Though you completely understand when they talk about long-term storage in another state.

8. You’re moving next Tuesday and only one box is packed and you’re not at all worried. Okay, maybe a little bit. But it can’t be as bad as that¬†other move.

9. When people ask where you’re from, you sigh and ask how much time they have. And then you say that, no, you’re not in the military.

10. And true confession time…You start planning the funny change-of-address e-mails that you’re known for, months in advance. In fact, you have two sitting in your drafts folder and one in your head and you just can’t decide which one to send.

I can’t be the only one! Right?

(crickets chirping)

C’mon! Tell me what you love or hate about moving!

(When I read this to Mr. French, he said, “the funny thing is that none of them are an exaggeration.” ¬†“Yeah, I know.” said I.)


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Well, if that’s the way you’re going to bee.

As many of you know, we live in two places. (all at once! we’re so special!)

We go back “home” every weekend. (we’re soooo hip and cool.)

This last time we were home, I went out on the back deck to clean out my vacuum canister (Wait? I have to clean two houses? by myself?!)

and I noticed quite a few bees buzzing around (exotic! yes?)

and then one stung me. (not. cool.)

(on second thought, maybe “exotic” isn’t the quite the right word to describe “ohio”)

Of course, I had to check the joint out.

Try not to be jealous.

Apparently, they decided to take advantage of the whole you’re not-around-much-so-you-won’t-mind-if-we-move-in-for-good thing we’ve got going on. (hold the “hip” part too. I don’t think we need it anymore.)

like, really take advantage.

And now you’re thinking having one house is good enough, huh?

Bee Special!

Yeah. We’re “special” alright.

Sooo special.

Photos were taken (bravely) by Mr. French.


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And now you know his real name.

monkey boy writes his name.

Not sure why he decided to write it on his leg, but it might come in handy if they are ever separated.

Is this gonna get me in trouble?
(If you’re taking my picture, does that mean I’m not really in trouble?)

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Dear Molly,

Hmm. Petroleum. Yummy.

I hope it was everything you dreamed it would be

and more.


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