21 March 2014

The funniest Dr. Seuss poem-- read by Trevor

Last night the boys got time with the headlamps to read whatever they like.  Joel normally just looks at the pictures, but when he became bored of that, he asked Trevor to read to him.  Trevor gladly obliged.  Here is one of the stories he read.


Too Many Daves

By Theodor Geisel
Did I ever tell you that Mrs. McCave
Had twenty-three sons and she named them all Dave?
Well, she did.   And that wasn't a smart thing to do.
You see, when she wants one and calls out, "Yoo-Hoo!
Come into the house, Dave!" she doesn't get one.
All twenty-three Daves of hers come on the run!
This makes things quite difficult at the McCaves'
As you can imagine, with so many Daves.
And often she wishes that, when they were born,
She had named one of them Bodkin Van Horn
And one of them Hoos-Foos.   And one of them Snimm.
And one of them Hot-Shot.   And one Sunny Jim.
And one of them Shadrack.   And one of them Blinkey.
And one of them Stuffy.   And one of them Stinkey.
Another one Putt-Putt.   Another one Moon Face.
Another one Marvin O'Gravel Balloon Face.
And one of them Ziggy.   And one Soggy Muff.
One Buffalo Bill.   And one Biffalo Buff.
And one of them Sneepy.   And one Weepy Weed.
And one Paris Garters.   And one Harris Tweed.
And one of them Sir Michael Carmichael Zutt
And one of them Oliver Boliver Butt
And one of them Zanzibar Buck-Buck McFate ...
But she didn't do it.   And now it's too late.

16 March 2014

Bogus

My friend Katie and I went to Bogus last weekend.  It was the most gorgeous night there and the skiing was fast.  I'm thankful for my husband who encourages me to go. 
It was really fun and so refreshing and  deserves it's own haiku or something.  For now, check out these views!

 






14 March 2014

Springing ahead

Last Saturday we spent half the day skiing in the spring like conditions.   Well, it looked like spring with those big BLUUUEEEEE skies, but the wind brought some chill.  We took some runs and both boys seemed to improve before my eyes.  I think the big rolling whoops are their favorite.  Joel is totally excited about them.

 






Then we came home and ran to the dizzy park while the boys biked. 

  

Such a good day!  Bye-bye winter!

07 March 2014

Salad man

Trevor wanted to surprise Scott by playing restaurant.  He made us both name tags, wrote up a menu which included pasta for 5 cents and grilled cheese for $9.  He also pre-served some salad. This is what he did for mine.

I love that boy.




06 March 2014

Rock Show

It only takes four generations in my family to count back to 1890 when Idaho became a state.   I come from people who made a life out of the nice things our state is famous for: potatoes, skiing, and gems.  Should I add in Nuclear Engineering and mental hospitals?  Those, too.  : )

Gems are what this post is about.  Some of my favorite and most beautiful jewelry with Idaho gems came from my grandfather.

My grandparents lived two doors down from me when I was young and I can remember the smell of the lapidary equipment in their basement, the grinding and polishing sounds, the big green magnifying goggles on my grandpa's head, and his silly little jackalope mounted on the basement wall that I didn't know was a joke until much later.

My grandfather picked up the rockhound hobby from my dad.  Grandpa had more time to put into it and soon had made considerable stack of jewelry and belt buckles.  He sold some and gifted some.  He would cut and set garnet, opal, sapphire, and other gems.  They were beautiful and real.

My cousins and I would get to help search out piles of little garnet pieces on a sunny summer day in their backyard.  I don't remember exactly what I was searching for.  Maybe I wasn't much help, but Grandpa let me feel like I was : )

Star garnet is our state's gem.  It's a beautiful reddish violet and it shows a white star in the light.  Like this:

There are only two places in the world you can find Star Garnets - India and in the Idaho Panhandle National Forests!

He also worked with a lot of opal.  Ninety-seven percent of natural opal comes from Austrailia.  And some comes from Idaho.  Opal from Idaho is creamy opal and comes from Spencer, Idaho which is near the Idaho/Montana border in Southeast Idaho.  You can go there still and pay to dig.  There's plenty of jewelry made from opal that was just made in a lab.  It's pretty, but it's not the same.  So make sure you don't pay for it like it is.

Opal is very fragile, so you don't see much solid opal in jewelry unless it's encapsulated like my necklace here:
Solid opal-- hard to see, but it looks creamy white with fire.  On a ring or necklace it could easily chip.


Triplets-- That means there are three layers- a base, a thin slice of opal, and a protective glass dome-like top.

I have several sets with settings of a vintage quality I now appreciate : )

Since I had these rock lovers in my life, I got to go to Rock Shows.  This is where people sell rocks polished up and made into jewelry or little animals or knick knack paddy wacks.  Rockhounds just love rocks!   I think it's also that they love the exciting idea of treasure in the ground-- just waiting to be picked up.

Since my parents were in town recently, we went to a Rock Show at the fairgrounds with the boys.  It was fun to do again. 


For a dollar kids can get 5 minutes picking out their favorite shiny rocks.  I like cheap thrills.




They also had grab bags and crafts for $1.  And about 12 tables all selling the same thing.  : )  It was a fun way to spend the morning. 
Thanks, Grandma and Grandpa!