(Okay-- Ikkinlala--get hold of me at amylane AT greenshill DOT com. I've tried twice and my e-mails to you keep getting thrown back!)
Okay, it all started as the kids were getting ready for gymnastics this morning. Suddenly, according to the kids, I didn't have four kids, I had two kids and two frogs.
"I'm a golden frog and she's a poison dart frog!" Said Zoomboy.
"Yeah--I'm a poison dart frog!" said Squish. "Don't touch me or you'll be the dead!"
"Okay," I said seriously. "I don't want to be the dead. No touching."
Of course then the poison dart frog climbed in bed with her dad and I to get away from the golden frog, and we were all the dead, but that's not the point. The point was that I suddenly put together the fact that the poison dart frog was called the poison dart frog because that's where South American natives got the toxin for poison darts.
This is not necessarily earth shattering news, and most of you probably already knew that, and it's not relative to anything at all important, but the light bulb cast a lovely glow, and I just thought I'd share.
Sorry I didn't blog yesterday. It's been sort of a busy week, and yesterday, I had to answer a couple of needs. Specifically, the kids need to sit on me and Mate's need to have me in the room for once and not a voice on the other side of the kitchen wall. Today, I needed to answer my own need to sleep, and I did, and all is well. Maybe tomorrow, I can take care of some more esoteric needs, like my need to finish Squish's sweater and the love scene between Shane and Mikhail that needs to be sweet and passionate rather than angst filled and painful. These guys are... well... they're breaking my freakin' heart is what they're doing. And since neither guy is the sort to ask for sympathy, and they both think that the other one is beautiful but that their own shortcomings are going to ruin it... mmmm... happy-happy boy-boy, it's all I can say.
Sigh-- I was gonna do a REALLY big blog post, but my damned computer has eaten my last paragraph six times, and I've been interrupted more times than that in the last three words. I shall call this a win because I posted, and talk to you all tomorrow!
I love the fact that Squishy Belle decided to be a poison dart frog! That's what my girls would want to be. None of this namby pamby stuff, let's be poisonous!
ReplyDeleteHah - I like the death
ReplyDelete(and poison dart frogs are really really pretty and cute..)
and at least you're trying to blog - I haven't even got off my bum to do that much
summer eats my brain... (*but I love your writing - you tell a great story, and I am honoured to be one of your editors..)
For someone dead, you put together a respectable blog post. ;)
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ReplyDeleteYou keep up this teasing and I may have to rethink sharing the wading pool with you when we go to hell. I'm freaking DYING here! Write faster damnit! And tell Squish Mama can't be the dead until the 4th book is in the can...
ReplyDeleteThe thing I love about poison dart frogs is that, in a world where all the other frogs are trying to be invisible, they are right there in your face with BRIGHT color. Kind of like an Army Ranger wearing a swishy litttle beret and just waiting for some idiot to make fun of it.
ReplyDeletefrogs huh? fun fun.
ReplyDeleteI always wanted to be a leopard when I was little