They satisfied their urge for crunch.

We were visiting friends over the weekend and Ryan broke out the salt n vinegar crickets

And I got the whole thing on video.

I barely had ‘record’ pushed before the first taster, Joe, tossed his cricket into his mouth, so it is kind of an abrupt beginning.  Sorry about that.

Nobody tossed an enormous amount of money at me, so obviously I wasn’t eating any insects.  But my husband did, tasting it and commenting on the flavor and texture like it was a fine wine.


Won’t load? Give it 20 or 30 seconds, then click play again.

I told you my family was weird.  It turns out that much of my friend’s family is too.

Nice to know I’m not the only mom of a bunch of weirdies.

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satisfy your urge for crunch

I have a box of salt n’ vinegar crickets on my counter.  It says on it the other green meat.

My husband thinks he’s funny.

He saw them at a store and just haaad to buy a box. 

Yes, this is the man I married.

He’s planning on offering them to the kids to see who’s willing to try them.  But I think it’s rather disgusting and I want nothing to do with this.

However, I have quite the adventurous gaggle of children.  I am pretty sure all of my older kids will try these without hesitation.  They are all their father’s children in this regard.

I think they’re all weird.

I’m not a picky person when it comes to food.  I’ll try just about anything once.  But a gal has to draw the line somewhere, and I’m drawing a thick, black line with a permanent sharpie at eating bugs. 
And some varieties of seafood.  But we’re not talking about that.

You’d have to give me an awful lot of money to get me to cross that line.

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I think my kids are trying to make me think I’m crazy

I’m sure I made my bed this morning just after I got out of it.  I specifically remember putting the throw pillows back on, too.
I remember specifics, like tossing my phone on the bed after it was made, while I got dressed.  I also remember asking Sam to go get my phone back off my bed a few minutes later.  He did.

Yet, when I walked back into the room a half hour later my bed was totally unmade again, throw pillows back in the corner of the room where we put them every night.

Am I going senile?

Or maybe my children just think they’re really funny.

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And then there were ants

They’re everywhere.  In the kitchen, the laundry room, the bathroom, the closet, the baby’s room.

We noticed these little almost cute sugar ants about a week after moved in.  They were headed toward the kitchen trash.  The trash can had just been cleaned so all I could think to do was move it.  Then I noticed them in the bathroom.  Then yesterday in the baby’s room.

It’s not like there are long lines of them trailing off so we can see where they’re coming from.  With the exception of the garbage can we’ve only seen them in packs of 3 or 4.

Until yesterday. 

I had given Jesse some juice in spill proof cup.  He asked for water about an hour later so I went and got his cup out of his room, and opened it to find 30 or 40 of the tiny little buggers all over the inside of the lid.

That’s just gross and I’m really not quite sure what to do about the little invaders.

Maybe they have mistaken my kindness to the Katydid as an invitation for them, as well?  All I can figure to do is bug spray all around the outside and inside perimeter of our house and hope they take the hint.

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How many does this make? I’ve lost count.

Our kitchen sink sprung a leak just now.  A good one.  Gabe was doing dishes and didn’t notice it right away so there was a little bit of a mess by the time he said something.

At least the house gave us a nice break since the last episode.  We were getting too comfortable I guess.

Ryan is pretty handy but he seems a little torqued about this new development.  I’m wondering if he even wants to just fix it himself.  Personally, I just want to call the landlord.

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We’ve got a bug

Literally.

The kids call him Spike and he’s a Katydid who found his way into our home sometime on Sunday.

We first saw him on the ceiling.  I was gonna tell Joe to get him and take him outside but our ceilings are high and it was late in the evening.  He’s not scary looking or anything so I just let him be.

The next day we saw him again around breakfast time.  The boys were fascinated with him, all hovering around him to get a good look.  I figured I’d let them look for a while and then have him banished to the out of doors.

That didn’t happen either.

He ended up on my plant.  My indoor plant.

I noticed that he was missing one of his long back legs and started to feel sorry for him.  I couldn’t very well banish him to the harsh outside where all sorts of predators are waiting for a crippled bug such as him.  So we’ve let him stay.
Then, last night I couldn’t find him and I actually started to worry about him a little.

What’s with me?

This morning Joe found him and stuck him back on my plant. I don’t know how long Spike will be with us, but he has added a small amount of interest to our week.

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Well, let me tell you then.

We didn’t make it to the new church this morning.  Ryan and I were up half the night searching for the source of the gasoline smell that was permeating our kitchen, living room, and bedroom.

I was THISCLOSE to packing up the kids and taking ourselves to a hotel.  After a while Ryan said he didn’t think it was anything to be concerned about, and while we continued our search for the source, I was more at ease with him being relaxed about it.

It’s good to be married to somebody who I can trust with decisions like these.

We didn’t discover where the smell was coming from, but it was making me nauseous (but doesn’t everything right now?) and it was impossible for me to fall asleep.  I spent hours wide awake, wondering if the smell was harming the baby, but eventually after a long hot shower I was able to get some shut eye.

Some research, and the further investigation has led us to believe that it is likely our water.  Some people say that sulfur in the water can sometimes smell like gasoline, though most people say it has more of a rotten egg odor.  Right now with the dishwasher running I smell it.  And I could still smell it in the shower in the wee hours of the morning, too.
Maybe the flooding our area received yesterday evening had something to do with it.  I really have no idea though.

We’re not sure what the proper course of action is here.  With the fridge, the washer machine, the flood, and the sink, all in a 9 day period of time, I’m hesitant to call about the water, especially since we drink from a water dispenser anyway.  Our landlord, bless her hard worked heart, has been completely awesome and I really don’t want to burden her with yet another issue unless we have to.
Plus, I read that sulfur in your water, while stinky, is not harmful.  Right now we’re going to run with this knowledge and not worry about it.

Which is good cause I’m too tired to be concerned about anything right now.

I feel like I’m taking crazy pills.
Again.

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I’ve decided to just throw in the towel and go completely crazy.  I’ve gone and committed myself to this push up challenge.  I used to be an extremely fit athlete but then I grew up and had kids and I can’t even remember what it feels like to be strong.

So, in an effort to build a little muscle, challenge myself, and get more energy, I’m going to torture my body for 6 weeks by challenging myself to build up to 100 push ups.

I’m not feeling particularly excited or motivated – and I’m actually really skeptical that 100 push ups is possible in just 45 days.  But, that’s actually a good thing.  When ever I start something on a really motivated “I can do this!” note I always quit when I lose steam.  Starting while I’m most un-motivated I really don’t have anywhere to go but up.  Or at least that’s what I’m telling myself right now.

And I’ll be logging my success here on my blog for a little accountability, or so you can all laugh at my efforts. Yeah, not only am I crazy, but I’m real brave too.

You’re supposed to struggle through this program on just 3 days a week.  I started today so it appears that I’ll be working up to my 100 on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays.  When I did the initial ‘test’ I found (and I can’t believe I’m admitting this) that I can only do 3 good-form push ups (this just after my 9 year old did a bunch really fast and then said without even breathing hard, “Man, I could only do 20!”). 
I did my 5 sets as suggested on the Hundredpushups website.  It wasn’t what I would call fun, but my 3 year old and 1 year old thought I was being pretty funny and they tried to sit on me and roll under me and whatnot.  Nothing like a little added challenge to my challenge.

Doesn’t all this torture talk just make you wanna join me?

If you’re feeling a little wave of wildness too, go ahead and join me!  I’ll be posting my less-than-inspiring updates and you can leave a comment with or without a link to your own blog updates.  Maybe I’ll even put a 100 push ups blog roll on my sidebar.

Are you crazy enough? 

Anybody wanna take bets on whether I make it the whole 6 weeks?

And after I’m done with the push ups challenge, if I actually do ever finish it (hey, just being realistic here), I’m going to do the 200 sit ups challenge.

disclaimer – don’t be stupid, be smart instead.  If you have a medical limitation that could be aggravated by this challenge or you’re 57 weeks pregnant you’d probably be wise to talk to your doctor before participating.

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It’s like I’m living with children

I said water the lawn, not the line!

[12 year old brilliance]

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stupidity is a circle

You know how that one blog has been making you really mad lately?  But you just can’t stay away?  So you read the latest post and feel yourself start to fume?  And you know you should close the page and not bother with that author’s posts anymore?  But you not only re-read the post, you also dive into the comments?

It’s the stupidest cycle of stupidity ever. 

I’m happy to have learned a long time ago to not leave comments on posts that irritate me.  However, I’m not so happy that I haven’t learned yet not to even bother with reading the stuff on those blogs to begin with.

What a complete waste of my time.  There are so many other worth while things for me to be irritated with.  Like the laundry room.

Yeah.  I got the bathrooms done today.  2 grocery bags full of trash, and a big pile of stuff to top off the garage sale box.  Tomorrow is the laundry room.

I can’t bare to think about it right now.  If I close my eyes real tight maybe it will just go away.

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