via Kurtis Hough on Vimeo.
via Kurtis Hough on Vimeo.
Louis CK is one of my favorite comedians. He talked me out of yelling at my phone. Lucky for me, this bit was on Conan, as most of his routines are far from clean.
I know I’ve been absent quite a lot lately. One reason is that I’ve been concentrating on homeschooling the kids. (Well, don’t you feel like an ass for begrudging the break. Apology accepted.)
Another reason is I’m having a bit of a blogistential crisis. More on that later.
Now it’s time for news (tell me I’m not the only one who reads that Paul Harvey’s voice):
For now, I’m back on the blogging horse. I’ve figured out how to have designated writing time each day. Coming up:
I was hanging out in my mom’s office, telling her and Dad about our canoeing adventure.
Dad: Did you watch out for low-hanging branches?
Me: Oh, yeah.
Mom: Why?
Me: Because snakes will drop off of them into your boat.
Mom: Really?
Dad: Yes.
Me: We saw a copperhead swimming by when we went last time, but it was just a baby.
Mom: Like that matters. (The babies said to be more deadly than the adults because they can’t control the amount of venom they release when they bite.)
Me: Well, the grown ones can get territorial and they’ll get into your boat.
Mom: I’m never going canoeing.
Dad: I wish I had a nickel for every boat in this area that’s been sunk because someone blew a hole in the bottom shooting at a snake. Idiots.
Me: I don’t know, I’d rather go down with half a snake than be in a perfectly working boat with a whole snake.
That title may be a bit misleading. This isn’t a post about places to fall in Chattanooga, though I’m sure there are lots of good ones. This is a post about a fun thing to do in Chattanooga in the fall.
One of our favorite things to do is to canoe at the Chattanooga Nature Center (now the Chattanooga Arboretum and Nature Center). The Nature Center offers free canoeing for members. They provide the life jackets, paddles, and canoes.
We went as a family one weekend with our neighbors and it was a lot of fun. I had the urge to go again on a weekday and made the mistake of asking my husband, who is much bigger and stronger than I am, “Do you think I can get one of those canoes in and out of the rack by myself?” “Of course,” he assured me. “They really aren’t that heavy.”
I believed him.
As we were getting ready to get in the water, I helped a couple dock and exit their canoe. The husband was kind enough to offer to help me carry our canoe down to the water. Once we were in the water, I noticed that a canoe with two kids in it is much more wobbly than a canoe with one kid in it. We had been kayaking a lot and canoes sit so much higher in the water. I had to give the “Everybody just hold still for a second!” warning a few times before they got the hang of it again.
We brought a plastic, folding stool so Gracie could sit in the middle of the boat. Wesley sat in the bow with one paddle and I sat in the stern with the other.
Once we had been paddling for a while, Gracie started asking me to turn the boat around. “We need to turn around, Mom.” “When are we going back, Mom?” She was getting pretty adamant about it.
I said, “Grace, what is the deal? It’s going to look the same no matter which way we’re going.”
She said, “I don’t want to go over a waterfall.”
It was then that I realized the flaw in children’s cartoons. Every time someone in a cartoon is in a canoe for over ten seconds, they end up going over a waterfall. In Gracie’s mind, we were way past our time limit. I explained to her that a) we were going upstream, so any waterfall we saw would be pretty part of the scenery and b) I wouldn’t put in if there was a chance of going over a waterfall.
All in all, we had a great time. I convinced the kids that we should keep as quiet as possible so we could see more wildlife. It worked out really well. They were very quiet and we were able to see a Great Blue Heron and a Belted Kingfisher. We also saw what I’m guessing was a mink, since it was too small to be an otter and was the wrong shape for a muskrat. It was fast and slipped into the water as soon as it noticed us. (Do mink swim?) Wesley even saw some deer prints in a muddy bank.
Right after we turned around, the kids wanted to switch places, so we did a very carefully orchestrated manuever: “You sit in the bottom of the boat. Now, you step over her. Okay, stay in the middle and carefully get in the seat. Now, you move back to your seat…” The fact that we all stayed dry is a testament to the awesomeness of my kids.
We headed back to the dock and the kids carried the paddles and water bottles up the ramp. All that was left to do was carry the canoe up the very steep ramp and get it into the rack. I got it out of the water, flipped it on its side, and hefted it onto my shoulder. I don’t know how much those things weigh, but they’re in the “damn heavy” range. I tiptoed it up the ramp powered only by sheer determination and husband cursing. I took a breather and then pushed it up into the rack. Unfortunately, though I had managed to get it onto two of the rails, I could not get it onto the third. Fortunately, the kids climbed under it and lifted it enough for me to push it in all the way. Little troopers.
When Paul got home that night, I showed him the plate-sized bruise on my leg caused by the side of the canoe bumping against me as I carried up the ramp. “Wait,” he said. “You picked it up? I meant you could drag it.” Once again, folks, communication is very important to a good marriage.
In summary, as the weather gets cooler, head down to the Nature Center and go canoeing. Just be sure to bring another adult.
[EDIT: The information I had down for Chickstock was from last year's website. Chickstock is free! Make note of the new time and the band lineup below.]
Thursday, October 27th
Fireside at Greenway: 7-9pm, free. You bring chairs and marshmallows, they provide the fire. What more could you want? We’ll be there because my kids read signs, remember dates, and never pass up a chance to eat marshmallows.
Saturday, October 29th
Chickstock: 2-7pm. Tickets: FREE! Another fun time at Greenway Park. This’ll be the first year we’ve caught Chickstock and I’m looking forward to it.
From the website: CHICKSTOCK is a family-friendly outdoor event produced to benefit the North Chickamauga Creek Conservancy. CHICKSTOCK features local and regional bluegrass and American music, local food and art vendors, and outdoor activities for all ages. The event promotes the importance of local land conservation, cultural appreciation, and responsible stewardship of our natural resources.
Bands:
I’ve seen Bluetastic Fangrass and Slim Pickens before and they are great bands.
Will we see you there?
I’ve been going through the kids’ books and, as much as it pains me to get rid of some of their first books, I found quite a few that I must recommend to folk with younger children.
Mo Willems is one of my favorite authors of children’s books. Willems once worked for Sesame Street as a writer and illustrator, winning 6 Emmy’s for his work. He has a great imagination and it shows in his lovable characters and amusing stories.
I believe our first peek into the wonderful world of Willems was the book Knuffle Bunny: A Cautionary Tale, a story of what happens when Trixie can’t find her beloved stuffed rabbit after a trip to the laundromat. The characters are illustrated but the backgrounds are pictures of a real New York neighborhood.
Don’t Let the Pigeon Drive the Bus!- The tables are turned as your child has to tell the pigeon, “no,” as he begs to drive the bus using explanations that sound pretty familiar to parents. Just once around the block? I’ll be your best friend. The subsequent Pigeon adventures (The Pigeon Finds a Hot Dog!, Don’t Let the Pigeon Stay Up Late!, and more) are an amusing read for any child. Look out for the Pigeon in all of Willem’s books. He hides in backgrounds and inner covers. My kids loved to see who could spot him first.
Read more:
Have you read any of Willem’s work? Do you have a favorite author for the preschool set?
For a long time, I’ve been wanting to change where I write. Our desk is in the corner of living room and my back is to the door when I sit there. That means that someone can come all the way up to the door and watch through the front window as I jump out of my skin when they ring the doorbell. (It also cuts into my porn watching.)
Paul said if I relocated the office area, I could replace it with one of those cool hanging chairs. Unfortunately, he forgot that promise by the next morning. We had quite a disagreement about it, but no amount of hitting him with a frying pan was bringing that memory back.
There were other reasons for the move. Paul likes to watch TV or play video games after work. Video games are relaxing for him. I, on the other hand, don’t find gunfire and screaming either peaceful or conducive to writing. When he watches TV, he tends to find really amazing documentaries on PBS. Then I end up watching over my shoulder instead of writing.
I was in IKEA with my mom and brother when I saw a great folding desk and tiny chair. I realized that I could set up an office in my closet.
When I told a friend of mine about my idea, she said, “Wow, your closet is big enough for that?” I had to say, “Not for normal people, no.” I like cozy places and at 3′x6′ it doesn’t get much cozier.
My closet wasn’t a great use of space to begin with. The rail for the clothes was at the front and there were wooden shelves in the back. If I wanted anything from the shelves, I had to slip between the clothes and not one time did I end up in Narnia. It was a closet of disappointment.
I dismantled the closet (demolition is my specialty), grabbed a Rubbermaid Custom Closet Kit from Lowes, and got to work. I learned a lot. For instance: now I know that I hate spackling corners. I had some help. Paul did a great job of picking out a paint color for the walls and he painted the ceiling for me. read more
I am very happy to say that an article that I submitted has been accepted for publication. I’ve been very excited about this, but I wanted to keep it quiet until I had a contract in my grubby little hands. Unfortunately, it won’t be published until February, so you’ll have to wait until then to get the specifics. I’m a bit paranoid that I’m going to jinx it.
The prospect of being published hasn’t done much for my character. When I got the acceptance email, I burst into the bedroom where my dear hubby was recovering from surgery and woke him up with a scream of “Published! I’m going to be published!” After apologizing to him, I called my mom, my neighbor, and my dad.
Dad: Well, that’s great! My daughter, the published writer.
Me: Yup. I’m one beard away from being Hemingway.
Dad: Maybe you can do your next article on giant egos.
Me: Sweet! Then I wouldn’t have to do any research.
Dad: And you could get all kinds of quotes from the people who know you.
Me: Perfect!
pic by Lainey’s Repertoire
I received an email asking if I would be willing to do a sponsored post for Coupon Chief. My first thought was, “Have you not spent enough time on my site to realize that I hate couponing?” Then the email mentioned it was an e-coupon site. That didn’t move them up in my estimation. I figured it would go one of two ways:
I clicked through to the Coupon Chief site, anyway, so I could get more ammo for turning them down. By the time I was 30 seconds into the introductory video on their “How It Works” page, they had my attention. It is a site that finds coupon codes for online shopping. Their search bar allowed me to search for anything from a particular website/store (Amazon, Target) to a specific product (Marmot jackets).
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This post was sponsored by CouponChief.com but all opinions are my own.