Friday, October 12, 2007

Luke-Warm Mommy Blogger

That's about all I can muster these days. There isn't much that feels "hot" about being postpartum, unless you include sweat-soaked nursing bras and a nursery that basks in the late-afternoon sun.

Tepid though I may feel, someone has been kind enough to nominate this blog for the Blogger's Choice award of Hottest Mommy Blogger. So if you love me -- or if you're just in the mood to be a suck-up - please take a moment to register over at Blogger's Choice and cast your vote for The Write Way Home.

I've even got a pretty button over in my sidebar to accentuate the point.

So despite the fact that I'm nursing round the clock, catching spit-up on my shoulder, desperately needing a haircut, and am still eight pounds away from my pre-pregnancy weight, somebody thinks I'm a "hot mommy blogger."

Whew! That's a lot to live up to. I may have to shave my legs or something.

And now I'm off to make some turkey barbecue, which I suppose falls under the "hot" category, since I'll be cooking it.

Happy weekend, all!

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Saturday, May 19, 2007

Oh No!!!!!

Miss Snark is retiring.

I'm at a loss for words.

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Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Up, Up and Away




Can you believe that the hot air balloons in the above photographs are made out of garbage bags and masking tape?


Jonathan, my fourteen-year-old aeronautic genius, has been perfecting the craft of model hot air balloon making for a few years now. I would venture to say that he's finally mastered his technique.


How do I know this? Well, a few days ago, one of his balloons traveled 230 miles -- all the way to North Carolina.

Seriously!

Every couple of weeks, Jonathan releases a balloon tagged with his web site information and a request to please email him with the date, time, and location of the discovery of the balloon. Sometimes he never hears anything, the balloon having found its untimely end in an empty field or high in the branches of an ancient tree.

But sometimes he receives an email from an enthusiastic passerby who has found a balloon at the ends of its travels.

It fascinates me. I mean, these are solar balloons, which means that, once you inflate them, they are powered by the heat of the sun, which is easily absorbed through their black surfaces. I've watched them sail quietly into the stratosphere until they become tiny dots against the bright sky.

Then, they're gone.

Until somebody writes from 230 miles away and says, "We found your balloon."

Want to read more about it? Visit Jonathan's Balloon Web Site!

You can learn how to MAKE YOUR OWN BALLOON, or you can PURCHASE A PRE-MADE BALLOON.

Okay, so I'm a little proud of him.

I'm just glad that I'm raising a kid who's way cooler than I was at his age. Take a minute -- visit his web site. And let me know what you think.

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Thursday, January 18, 2007

Lions and Tigers and a Webcam

You've absolutely got to see this:

Watering Hole in Africa

I can't take credit for finding it; Jonathan discovered it and passed it around our computerized family. The webcam is set up 24/7, and if you're lucky, you'll see a lioness or exotic bird come to the water and drink. I haven't been so lucky yet, though my children have.

Enjoy your pseudo-safari, and don't blame me if you get addicted!

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