Or, they find the Virgin Mary in their grilled cheese. Or, the Pope’s mitre in a bag of Doritos. And then, they sell the item on eBay at a ridiculous amount of cash to whomever absolutely has to have religious foodstuffs for whatever reason. I’m not here to judge.
I am here to announce that at some point, a slab of plaster from my Dining Room ceiling will be up for grabs. Because of this awesomeness that was the result of a leaky toilet (we hope at least it was only a leaky toilet)…
Two of my well meaning friends, who always encourage me to find the glass half-full, struck again on Facebook when I posted the picture of my woe.
Who knew toilet water would beat out exploding hard boiled eggs? Or that the Virgin Mother would appear to us in her unmentionables?
The youngest spawn has a sensory disorder that mostly manifests itself with food, but occasionally rears its ugly head in various other ways. For instance, he can ride a bike…but he WON’T ride a bike. It’s that feeling of being out of control of a situation that limits him. Elementary school did not go without a few bumps, but it was my goal that instead of excusing poor behavior due to a “disorder” the spawn was going to have to learn coping mechanisms to get through life and society. And every year, we saw huge strides and unbelievable maturity occur. Not that we ever had any major discipline issues, because the upside to this “extreme stubborn” is a rigidity to following the rules. You have to balance that with maintaining self-control, and sometimes temper gets the better of all of us and we all have had meltdowns.
One of our biggest concerns, in addition to this desparate need to maintain control, early on was that he was painfully shy and did not like attention drawn to him whether good or bad. If you had told me a few years ago that he would enter a public middle school with all of the stress of a bigger class size, changing classes, lockers and getting to class on time; the betting woman in me would have said no freakin’ way. As a matter of fact, I predicted due to historical circumstance that he wouldn’t have attended school on the first day because of the “stomach flu.” Shame, Shame on Me. I should have focussed on all of the progress we have seen. Because the spawn not only got up and went bravely into a new world, but he refused my offer of a ride and went bravely into it on the bus…walking himself to the busstop (which was a few blocks instead of a few feet away) BY HIMSELF insisting I stay behind.
We’ve had some bumps in the road again. Mostly centered around the spawn’s reluctance to work as a team because he was worried that other spawn screwing up would affect his grades so he’d rather do it all himself. We talked and came to the conclusion that despite the fact you don’t always want to work with the people around you, sometimes you just have to do it. Parenting 101, or at least it should be, is that you talk to your spawn reasonably (instead of lecturing) and explain the circumstances and consequences of their choices and let them decide if they are going to continue along the path they have chosen. We had the discussion, and I left it up to him to decide on the teamwork thing. Would he succeed or self-destruct? A large part of how you are judged and graded at this point is with working as a team.
And then today, this happened...
OVERALL 6th Grade Green Team Student of the 3rd Marking Period.
This award is not only based on academic merit, but how you conduct yourself as a student and classmate. Are you courteous? Are you kind? Compassionate? Willing to help others? Work as a teamplayer?
Congrats youngest spawn! We are proud beyond measure. You’ve come so far, and there isn’t anything in this world you can’t do!
In case you missed Part 1, we went to see FallingWater. And, it was Fish Porch awesome!
The next day, we planned our drive home to include various little historic Civil War sites and towns throughout WV, MD & PA. At which point, we invented a new verb and saw some pretty amazing scenery.
Not sure why the pics get smaller?
How did they do that? On the side of a mountain? Back in the early 1900's?
Why does every picture and wax figure of John Brown make him look batshit crazy?
We were on the Appalachian Trail for all of 5 minutes, which was 2 minutes longer than Ted's friend Pat Brown. Yes, there is a future blog post in here.
And, the icing on the cake was seeing…
The General Lee, and...
THE General Lee. Yes, that happened.
Like his Facebook page.
Follow him on Twitter. Yes, he had to settle for @RufusDragon2. We all know who the real Rufus Dragon is.
Be sure not to miss Dragon antics like…
Rufus vs. the Possum and Rufus vs. the Ham
Rufus vs. the Parmesan Cheese
Rufus vs. Fluffy
Feel free to share all things the Dragon with your friends!
Congrats Mannie. You may or may not be in the Urban Dictionary. This has nothing to do with the fact that you like to sell your meat online, and you like to sell it brick and mortar style incognito.
Backstory. Ted and I were on his excellent Birthday overnight trip extravaganza which included a trip to FallingWater, when we saw two get out the vote signs. Gary Boober for Sheriff and Gayle Boober for Magistrate. You can imagine the hilaria that ensued, and in the end we birthed a new verb “to boober.” Of course, we Facebooked our newest claim to fame and challenged our friends to define what “boober” means to them. Mannie won. And, he won a submission to Urban Dictionary with this gem…
You can thank me later Mannie, when you are rich and famous. We make it so easy for you people.
And by kind of, I mean really fucking awesome! The whole experience of FallingWater really has me *almost* speechless (click on the pics to enlarge them and feel the awe)…
Stairs from your Family Room so that you can frolic in the freakin waterfall running underneath your house. Well played FLW.
This would not suck.
Let's buy a waterfall and have Frank Lloyd Wright build a house. ON TOP OF IT.
Outdoor natural spring shower with soap on a rope. You read that right. Kinky FLW.
*Note…we are not showing the actual spigot, shower well or the soap on the rope because the wall decor, and the fact that you can walk right up, and over, bathers was mind blowing.
Just a nice shot by Ted.
According to the tour guide, the following (first floor) cantilever began sagging in the 90′s and had to be secured. She made it seem like a design flaw on the part of FLW. According to Ted however, an outside engineer wanted the owners to add an Ibar (steel post) to reinforce the cantilever to the stone floor of the falls. FLW and the Senior Kaufmann had a huge fight when Senior K had the post installed for support. Apparently, the sagging was because the support beam was too heavy and being affected by the drag of the water and it was pulling the cantilever away from the house AND we will never know if the cantilever would have failed as originally designed, so the issue was more than likely not a design flaw on the part of Captain Awesome FLW.
The controversial cantilever.
The third floor wing for the only Kaufmann spawn.
Don't get any ideas spawn.
We were confused by the picture taking rules. You are not allowed to take pics of anything inside of FW. You are also not allowed to touch anything, with the exception of your feet to the floor. We didn’t realize that when you are on the outside terrace spaces of the house you CAN take pics. We missed A LOT of opportunity. Including outside terrace shots, the canopy to the guest house and the pool area. Oh well, this can only mean We’ll Be Back.
Frank Lloyd Wright was the Man.
I could Occupy Fish Porch or Occupy Falling Water. Either or.
Did you hear that Amy Beans? Your Fish Porch is a close second to Falling Water. That gives me extra points right? I am an unapologetic suck up.
This weather is a fuckin’ tease. I’m all geared up to throw some tomatoes in the ground but Mother Nature isn’t having it. One day it’s all sunny and warm and the next thing ya know… You’re freezing your ass off; Maybe it’s just me because I see everyone running around wearing shorts and shit. I’m having a hard time adjusting to this Yankee weather. The other day, it was 91 back home in Charleston… Up here? (I was wearing a sweat shirt.) It was a mild winter though… I think that it only snowed here once or twice so I’m not complaining. People kill me with the ”Snow is so pretty” (OR) “I love the snow!” Whatever… Fuck the snow. Have you ever shoveled a driveway that’s sitting under a foot of snow? Yeah. Our garden DOES have the lettuce and peas going on but it’s the tomatoes and peppers that I myself look forward to. I’ll tell ya what else we have going on… A bunch of shade. We’ve looked into tree companies to whack ‘em down but lemme tell ya…. They don’t mind charging ya for it. We’re looking at around 1200.00 bucks a tree and we have (At least) 4 that need to come down… One in particular that shades the garden, so we’ll hafta bite the bullet on THAT one. I hate Pine trees.
So Farmer Chele and the family took a stroll into town yesterday and she tells me that the new craze for runners and joggers (Guys, to be exact) have taken up wearing short shorts. Really? Imagine the scenario. You’re a guy… Getting ready for your run. “What to wear?” “What to wear.” “I think I’ll wear the short shorts…” I don’t even know what to say, Man… I could never pull off a pair of short shorts. I’d be all hanging out and shit; Besides… Let’s not deny the obvious… (I’d look like a dumb ass.) A dumb ass with a Wiener Dog. Nice.