Only at our house...

Genuine conversation that occurred today (For some background, Roo couldn't finish her apple at lunch because it was huge, so she offered some to me [she was eating it out of hand so she couldn't offer it to another human because they're weird about germs and stuff], but I didn't want it. Later this afternoon, I was looking for a snack, so she grabbed it off the counter and started giving it to me) :
Roo: Rosie, why didn't you want my apple when it was nice and fresh at lunch time, instead of now when it's all brown?
Me: I like the brown.
Roo: Oh, you like to wait for redox reactions to occur?
Me: Yes, I prefer my apples slightly redoxed.
Roo: Ok. That's a little weird (that you like apples that way), but whatever floats your boat. Have another piece.

Methinks we're a little over the top with the geekiness sometimes. :)

Love,
Rosie
PS- just for the record...
Chemical engineering >  Chemistry + other forms of engineering  (I'll stop there before I offend someone... And I really do love both you and Chem, Tigs. I'm sure you did great on your test!)

Oh Frabjous Day, Calloo Callay!

MY FAVORITE NEPHEW IS HERE!!!!!!! (AND HIS PARENTS, TOO!!!!!!!!!)

Auntie Roo (aka his weirdest auntie)

With GrandKanga. She makes a great pillow.

With Auntie Tigger (geekiest auntie) and Auntie Rosie (Favorite Auntie, of course)

And another shot with favorite Auntie. 

I'm a little sad, though, because Baby Celery gets way more attention than I do. :(

WWFN,

Favorite Auntie

WE WANT CELERY!!!

WHAT DO WE WANT?
WE WANT CELERY!
AND WHEN DO WE WANT THEM?
WE WANT THEM NOW!!!!!!
And actually, they'll be here in three or four hours!
WOOO- HOOO!!!!!!!!!!

I can't wait to re-take this picture with baby feet!! 

WWFN,

Rosie the impatient :)

Better late than never...

Remember, remember the fifth of November, gun powder, treason and plot.
HAPPY GUY FAWKES DAY, Y"ALL!!!! I can't believe I almost missed it!

Any reason for a party is a good reason for a party.

WWFN,

Rosie <3

Woo- hoo!!!!!!!/Guess what?!?!?!?!

(If you read in email, click through to the blog to view the video. =) ).
Who knows why I'm imitating this dude right now?

Here are some hints:

Not that Baby Celery looks overly sure of Mr. Celery here, but... 

Do you need some time to think about it?

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 Hint: I'm looking forward to Tuesday for more than the election finally. being. over. :)

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YEP!!!!!!!! THE CELERIES ARE COMING ON TUESDAY!!!!!!!!!! I'M SOOOO, SOOO EXCITED TO MEET MY NEPHEW!!!!!!!! (WELL, AND TO SEE THE ADULT CELERIES AS WELL. LOVE YOU GUYS!!!!!! <3<3<3<3 ;) )

Gotta go get ready for them!

Lots of love to all of you!

~Rosie<3

For Cousins R and S

A few years ago my totally awesome cousins R and S had a genius business scheme. You may have heard of "designer dogs"- fancy dog breeds made by cross- breeding usually various combinations of toy or hunting dogs with poodles. Well, R and S decided that they were going to breed and sell "designer snakes".  Yes, Designer Snakes. Unfortunately, they weren't sure that there was really a market, so their schemes didn't come to fruition.
Well, we found out today that they're not the only people who have ever had this brilliant get-rich-quick scheme.
You may recall that yesterday I posted about Mrs. J's daughter's snake's funeral. Well, it turns out that this snake (actually, these snakes) were part of their business scheme to (guess what?) breed and sell "designer snakes."
Yeeeaaaah. I think they need to put their heads together. :)

 

 

 

 

I'm afraid I just don't get the appeal of having snakes. In your home. Voluntarily.

WWFN,
Rosie

There's been a Death....

 Don't worry, this really isn't a sad post. :)

There's been a Death, in the Opposite House,
As lately as Today --
I know it, by the numb look
Such Houses have -- alway --

The Neighbors rustle in and out --
The Doctor -- drives away --
A Window opens like a Pod --
Abrupt -- mechanically --

Somebody flings a Mattress out --
The Children hurry by --
They wonder if it died -- on that --
I used to -- when a Boy --

The Minister -- goes stiffly in --
As if the House were His --
And He owned all the Mourners -- now --
And little Boys -- besides --

And then the Milliner -- and the Man
Of the Appalling Trade --
To take the measure of the House --
There'll be that Dark Parade --

Of Tassels -- and of Coaches -- soon --
It's easy as a Sign --
The Intuition of the News --
In just a Country Town --

~Emily Dickinson

Yesterday, we were somewhat distressed to see our next door neighbors digging a hole in their backyard and acting somewhat emotional. We were worried about the three doggies next door, especially since Miss Charlotte is somewhat elderly. Today however, Roo heard Mrs. J next door calling for Miss Charlotte, so we knew she's ok. This evening, Owl went to talk to the neighbors on the other side of Mrs. J to apologize for my behavior (I'll get to that in my next post), and learned what the funeral was for:

 A narrow fellow in the grass
Occasionally rides;
You may have met him,--did you not,
His notice sudden is.

The grass divides as with a comb,
A spotted shaft is seen;
And then it closes at your feet
And opens further on.

He likes a boggy acre,
A floor too cool for corn.
Yet when a child, and barefoot,
I more than once, at morn,

Have passed, I thought, a whip-lash
Unbraiding in the sun,--
When, stooping to secure it,
It wrinkled, and was gone.

Several of nature's people
I know, and they know me;
I feel for them a transport
Of cordiality;

But never met this fellow,
Attended or alone,
Without a tighter breathing,
And zero at the bone.
~Emily Dickinson

People keep these things in their houses on purpose?!!

Their adult daughter's pet snake had died, probably as a result of hypothermia from being without heat due to power outages. We were very relieved to hear that it wasn't one of the dogs (BTW, I hope you know that y'all gave me a heart attack at dinner last night, pondering "who had died next door" since I had heard nothing of all this brou-ha-ha previously. ~Roo)
 WWFN,
ROSIE