Nuggets 'O Wisdom (or...random thoughts from Sam that may or may not have some bearing on life)

Here is the first of a series of entries where I will attempt to capture Sam's thoughts on life and subject you, the blog reader, to his persistant chatter. These, for example, are all from this afternoon between the hours of 2:45-7:30pm.

Enjoy!

1. It's not good to have a galloping case of the greedy gimmies.
2. I am your friend and you are mine.
3. I eat my fruits and vegetables because I am "Smart Flint Goldensword" and I don't want to get scurvy.
4. The girls play "girl jail" at school.....the try to catch you, put you in jail and kiss you but I run away 'cause they can't catch me. No way. I'm "Smart Flint Goldensword" and they can't catch pirates. Arrrrrr.
5. I think we should go to Starbucks, Mami, because the chocolate milk is better over there and Izzy can just wait until we're done.
6. Even when I'm frustrated or angry with you, Mami, I still love you and you can ride on my pirate ship...the good one.

The Latest in Rain Gear Protection

Front View:

Side View:

If you're wondering what the heck Sam has on his head, it's a plastic container lid from Baja Fresh attached to his fireman hat. I know it looks pretty funny but it did provide a large amount of protection. We were bored...what can I say???????

Administrator in Training

Before dinner this evening, Isabella did some light reading with my Pearson textbook catalog from work. She was really into the page you see her on. In particular, she's looking at the page that has materials about "building capacity" on a school site. I think she wants to be a principal one day.

8:43am "Lush"

For some reason, I'm really into cooking these days. I think it's because I like the measurements of recipes and because it gives Sam and I something peaceful to do in the afternoon while Izzy naps. Whatever the reason, I am the next Julia Childs and I'm sure I will be hosting my own Food Network cooking show soon. Very soon.

This morning, I had a funny encounter at the supermarket. I saw a French recipe for garlic chicken that required cognac. Not having cognac in the house, I took both kids to the grocery store before Sam needed to go to school to pick some up. As luck would have it, the cognac was behind locked doors. This intrigued me but I went about picking up the rest of my groceries and proceeded to the check out stand. Once we approached the line, Sam helped place the groceries on the belt. In typical Sam fashion, he asked the man in front of him ten thousand questions and then it was our turn. Here is the conversation that ensued between the cashier, Sam and I:

Sam: You want to see my spy watch?
Cashier: Oh, hey, that's pretty cool.
Me: Excuse me, but, could I get some....
Sam: Yeah, I was a good boy so now I get to wear it.
Cashier: Were you in trouble?
Sam: Yeah (laughter).
Me: Hi there...excuse me but I needed to get some cognac from your case over there....
Sam: Yeah. We need Hennessey.
Cashier: You need a bottle of Hennessey?
Me: Yes, please
Cashier: Ok, let me see....Hey, uh, Bonnie, can you get a bottle of Hennessey for this customer?
Bonnie: I'm opening another lane how about Patrick?
Cashier: Hey Patrick, can you get this lady a bottle of Hennessey?
Patrick nods yes
Me: Thank you

At this point, I think we are good to go until the cashier proceeds to say the following on the loudspeaker...as in the one where the entire store can hear everything:

"Christie? Christie? Can you please help Patrick get a bottle of Hennessey for the lady in the black jacket with two kids in the cart in aisle four? Thanks."

I'd like to say I was embarrassed but, mostly, I was cracking up inside my head. I looked at the folks behind me and the only one snickering was the fourth guy in the back who game me a thumbs up. Wonderful.

Baby Knievel

On most days, Sam helps me make dinner. He grabs his ladder, sets it up by the stove (don't call CPS) and proceeds to stir things and provide a running commentary of what is going on to the chicken, sauce, pasta, etc. I didn't see when he left the stove but when I turned back around, Isabella had assumed his place:



That girl is a daredevil.

Surprise Guest!

On Sunday, we had a special visitor. She appeared in our backyard and stayed for a very long time. Apparently, we welcome species of all kinds at our place: