Tuesday, September 06, 2011

The Maryland Report

I had a lovely few days at my dad's new place in Maryland.  Here are some odds and ends from my time there.


I rather like the ritual of my dad handing me a glass of Veuve Clicquot upon arrival.  My step-uncle seems to have added the ritual of handing me a mimosa when I walk into his house.

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As always, siting on the beach allows for some fun people watching.  This time there was a group of boys who seemed to be around 10-12 years old.  They were chasing each other in the water and having fun until someone became unhappy and shouted, "Stopping being such a buttcheekface head!"

Buttcheekface Head.  That's my new favorite prepubescent insult.  Jeff and Barry approve.

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Observing someone else's minor drama and having no responsibility to fix it can lend some perspective to the more immediate drama in my own life.  It's helping me stick to my new mantra of "It's not my problem to fix."

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"Watching Gettysburg, eating bad store bought fried chicken and now using the Force to will my wife back home a day early. So far ...nothing."
Mr. Lime overestimates the power of the above pathetic sounding Facebook status to entice me home a day early. 

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Although I was in no hurry to go home it was nice for the Universe to arrange my dad and step-mom to have an argument about a leaky fridge and the skies to open up in a torrential storm to make me more at peace about departure.

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In the last couple of weeks Isaac has taken initiative to search out dessert recipes he can make by himself.  Twice he has baked cookies from scratch.  They came out well.  He even improvised successfully on one when we were missing an ingredient.  When I came home this weekend some of this was sitting on the counter.  I could get used to that sort of ritual too!

15 comments:

Kat said...

Well that sounds like a successful getaway. And I love your hubby's message. Hehe. Nice try. ;)

snowelf said...

Oh my goodness...mr limes facebook message was a hoot!! And I was almost sure it was issac calling his sister a buttcheekfacehead. Man was I wrong about his awesome baker self!! If I didn't have a no name calling rule I'd totally let my chilis say that. ;)

--snow

Jocelyn said...

Power outages, mountains climbed, polka dot shoes, cookies baked by boy, salsa sneezes...I've just caught up on your last clutch of posts...and there seems to have been a turn of the tide (um, thanks, Irene?) in your life, wherein crisis has eased to a forward movement. Lovely, honey.

Moannie said...

So glad you had a true rest, Lime, and thank you for my new pet name for JP, when for the millionth time he annoys me. Buttcheekface is inspired.

Bijoux said...

OMG....I LOVED making those pudding cakes as a kid! I need to make one again!

Glad you had a great time away. I would love someone to hand me some champagne when I entered their home.

haphazardlife said...

Can I borrow Isaac so he can make me dessert?

Suldog said...

What? Store-bought fried chicken isn't enough to get you home immediately? That stuff is deadly. You're lucky he survived, woman.

By the way, if the chocolate yummy was actually on the counter, you might want to tell Isaac about these things called "bowls", which... Oh, never mind. I'm being a buttcheekfacehead.

G-Man said...

The chocolate thingy looked Kick Ass!!

Craig said...

One of my sister's best friends had a JrHi episode in which she became so enraged she called one of her friends a 'peehole'. And so she was henceforth and forevermore dubbed 'Peehole'. . .

But 'buttcheekface-head' is clearly in the Grand Tradition. . .

Poor Mr. Lime. . . Yer a harrrrrd woman, Meesh. . .

Cricket said...

Buttcheekfacehead?!? Yeah... that's a good one. Also glad you a) have power... well, electricity anyway, and b) managed a well-deserved getaway.

Being a city boy and all, my favorite little kid curses are the ones when they're old enough to know swears but not old enough to use them quite right: f***in' poophead! comes to mind.


Another fave involved a trip to Nauset Beach, and watching a family from apparently someplace warmer attempt a swim in the North Atlantic. An angelic looking little girl of about 8 or so was the first in. The beach echoed with a gasp and cries of "Shit! Oh SHIT! HOLY SHIT!!!"

Wassamatta? You don't think 58 degree water is warm enough?

TorAa said...

Hi,
nice to have time to read your blog again.
As allways you tell some great and important stories from every day life, which is in fact our daily life.
I think it's important to share across borders and cultures.

Tor
Oslo

Mona said...

I like it when you keep them waiting.( I'll say ' feel the power'; after your last 'I've got the power' post :)

Craver Vii said...

"Cacaballhead" was the word we learned from my cousin's house.

Veuve Clicquot? Shoot, I'd settle for a cold Miller Light.

Craver Vii said...

Not that I'd turn down champagne...

Hilary said...

Your dad and step-uncle have a wonderful way of greeting you. What matters after that? ;)