Monday, December 22, 2008
Gledileg Jol, ya'll!
Ketkrokur, or Meat Hook, sounds more like something out of a very un-Christmasy horror movie if you ask me. But actually he sits on top of the chimney and when he sees meat smoking over the fire, he lowers a hook down to steal it. That's something to keep in mind the next time you smoke meat in your fireplace.
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Saturday, December 20, 2008
This guy might have the funniest name. Bjugnakraeker, or Sausage Swiper, crawls along the rafters of the house and swipes the sausages that are hanging up there.
I wonder how many people still hang sausages over the rafters in their house. I'd be willing to bet it's not many. Poor guy.
Skyr is sort of a special Icelandic yogurt. Not being a yogurt-kind-of-gal myself, this little guy is particularly repulsive. Skyrgamur, or Skyr Gobbler, hides in the pantry and when the door is shut, he gobbles him some skyr.
The little descriptions I've read about him always seem to mention that he gets the skyr all over his clothes and matted in his beard.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Today Askasleikir, or Bowl Licker, comes down from the mountain.
He comes into the house late in the evening, when the family is finishing their dinner. When fussy children don't finish their food, he creeps up and cleans out their bowls.
Huh... Seems kind of handy to those of us who don't like leftovers.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Monday, December 15, 2008
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Friday, December 12, 2008
Thursday, December 11, 2008
It was fun to catch up with the gals. See ya'll next year!
Sunday, December 7, 2008
There he is waving to me on his way in.
Bill the Goat and the Army Mule get rowdy.
President Bush officiated the coin toss.
Santa, obviously a Navy fan, was sitting a couple of rows ahead of us.
President Bush sat on the Army side during the first half of the game (because, they were the home team), but at half time he came over the winning side.
And, of course, the best part...
My brother supplied a pretty terrific post-game taligait barbeque.
Not to be left out of the fun, Will stayed in Bedford and went with Grandma, his friends Jamie and Ava, and their mom to breakfast with Santa. By all reports, it was a lot of fun. Good thing it was over in time for Santa to make it to the game.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Friday, November 14, 2008
But I just couldn't help myself.
It made my heart happy.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
So how did his tombstone end up in our basement? The theory is that when the Taylors owned all the land in the area, there was probably a family cemetery somewhere close by. But when they started selling off their land, rather than move the cemetery, they just plucked up the tombstones (which I guess was not an unusual thing to do at the time) and maybe Mary Cornelia held onto this one for sentimental reasons.
When we bought the house, we had our closing on November 13th- the anniversary of Edward's death. Whenever we leave the house to go on a trip we always say as we're going out the door, "Keep an eye on the house while we're gone, Grandpa Livingston".
Saturday, November 8, 2008
(1) Their hair is called 'fiber'.
(2) Alpacas come in two varieties, Huacayo, which has fiber that grows straight out from their bodies giving them a fluffy teddy-bearlike look, and Suri, which had fiber that grows in long graceful dreadlocks.
(3) If you own alpacas you have to have more than one because they will die of loneliness.
This little boy is trying to lead his alpaca through an obstacle course. The alpaca sort of looked like it didn't get the point.
Our favorite alpaca: a black Suri named 'Surius Black'. We chuckled at the Harry Potter reference because we're nerdy like that.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Distressing that our country would demonstrate an obvious disregard for strength of character, sincere love of country, and a strong and long record of service.
Distressing (though not surprising) that our country would buy into slick packaging and catchphrases with at best very little substance behind the rhetoric and at worst a track record of questionable moral judgment.
Most distressing of all was to hear many of my contemporaries say that it doesn't really matter who the president is. The country essentially runs itself and nothing that a politician promises ever really happens, so why not vote for the more novel candidate? I say, how is it NOT racism to NOT vote for the best qualified candidate just because he is NOT black?
I think I will quit my job and join the ranks of the welfare moms. I interact with them every day and they don't seem to have it so bad. They have cars and cell phones and their kids get great medical care. Plus they don't have all the hassle and stress involved in providing for their family and contributing to society. As long as wealth is going to be spread around, better to be on the receiving end, no?
Well, I may not really quit my job, but I certainly am resigning my Commission in the Navy Reserves. Whatever "testing" goes on in the global community of our weak and inexperienced leader, I certainly do not want to be involved in any part of it.
Columbus has become an even more attractive place to live to me because it is unlikely to be the target of a terrorist attack.
Probably because I've been avidly watching the AMC series 'Mad Men', set in the early 1960's, the one comforting thought is that this is probaly how a lot of people must have felt when John Kennedy was elected (though I am IN NO WAY comparing the moderate Kennedy to the ultra-liberal Obama). Kennedy was young and inexperienced and (gasp!) a Catholic. Despite those things, the world survived the Cuban missile crisis.
Along the same line, I pray that no idiot gets it into their head to assassinate Barack Obama. We certainly don't want Joe Biden in charge of things.
My favorite Biden quotes from the past few months:
"Let me introduce you to my incredibly beautiful wife. Oh- she also has a doctorate."
"We are going to address the three letter word that Americans care about the most: Jobs."
And to a female reporter who asked him a tough question: "Who writes your questions?"
Nice. He's a misogynist and has poor math skills. Then we really would wish that the country ran itself.
Saturday, November 1, 2008
The boys are back with their booty.After it cooled off a little, everyone huddled around the fire pit and told ghost stories (not really, we just talked).In a Skittles-induced stupor.
Surveying the plunder this morning.
Thanks Vannessa and Rich! We had a wonderful time and it was so great to see you and catch up on all the news!
Friday, October 31, 2008
Steve and Amy are residents on their anesthesia rotations (today was their last day- boo).
In the clinic next door, Kara (of Karemy and Friends Blog fame) was Cruella DeVille and the staff and residents were dalmatians. How hysterical is that?