Showing posts with label Oliver Wendell Holmes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Oliver Wendell Holmes. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

All That Is Left (235/366)

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“In order to know whether a human being is young or old, offer it food of different kinds at short intervals. If young, it will eat anything at any hour of the day or night.”

~Oliver Wendell Holmes (American Physician, Poet, Writer, Humorist and Professor at Harvard, 1809-1894)

TIME:  9:57 PM
PLACE:  Kitchen
SUBJECT:  Container of Oreo cookies

These cookies were purchased at 7:11pm from Target.  This is what is left after being at our house for 2 hours and 46 minutes.  Moral of the story?  If you want an Oreo at our house, you need to be quick.

Saturday, August 27, 2011

The Katydid Whisperer (239/365)

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“Thou art a female, Katydid! I know it by the trill That quivers through thy piercing notes So petulant and shrill. I think there is a knot of you Beneath the hollow tree, A knot of spinster Katydids,-- Do Katydids drink tea?”

Oliver Wendell Holmes – To An Insect

TIME:  6:53 PM
PLACE:  Driveway
SUBJECT:  Greater Arid-land Katydid (Neobarrettia spinosa)

Apparently we picked up a hitchhiker at the soccer games this afternoon.  As DramaQueen and her cousin, Sophia, opened the car doors to head to my old grade school parish’s picnic this evening, this katydid jumped out and scared the pants off of them.  They were both freaked out by it’s “buggy-ness.”  Of course, SD had no such fears.  She was more than happy to hold it for a picture.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Who Is That Masked Girl? (286/365)

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Without wearing any mask we are conscious of, we have a special face for each friend.

Oliver Wendell Holmes (American Physician, Poet, Writer, Humorist and Professor at Harvard, 1809-1894)

TIME:  3:12 PM
PLACE:  The back seat of the Jeep
SUBJECT: StellaDella’s mask

Rain or shine, normally all three kids walk home together.  After school today, MonkeyBoy had basketball practice and DramaQueen had patrols and cheerleading practice, so I went to pick up SD.  I waited for her in the foyer and she ran up to me wearing the mask she made in art class.  In case you can’t figure it out, it’s a black cat.  She wore it out to the car where I took her picture.  When we got home, I put it on and told SD to let Oreo out of the kennel and we would see what she would do when she saw me wearing it.  Oreo came bounding out of the kennel as she normally does and then when she saw me standing there with the mask on, she skidded to a halt on the laminated floor.   I said “It’s me Oreo,” and then she realized who it was.  The mask had no effect on the cats though.  More than likely, they just didn’t care!

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Stitched in Time (224/365)

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“Take your needle, my child, and work at your pattern; it will come out a rose by and by.  Life is like that - one stitch at a time taken patiently and the pattern will come out all right like the embroidery.”

Oliver Wendell Holmes (
American Physician, Poet, Writer, Humorist and Professor at Harvard, 1809-1894)

TIME:  1:55 PM
PLACE:  Kitchen
SUBJECT:  Counted cross-stitch

Well, I finished!  It turned out a lot cuter than I expected it too.  Right now, I have it hanging in a 10” embroidery hoop on my kitchen wall.  The colors go great with my orange kitchen and I am digging the Scandinavian vibe.  Now, what should be my next crafty goodness?