Stream of Consciousness...hair...roosters...etc

It is Wednesday. This means we are halfway through the week and about 1/8 of the way through my "to do" list. Blogging is not on my list of things to do this week, but hey, one of the things I love about blogging is that it affords me endless opportunities for creative procrastination.

So how about a little stream of consciousness blogging? Let's see...

Monday was Odyssey of the Mind Day again. They are making progress (and other things). The things they're making involve red plastic cups and dried split peas, 1,000's of cotton balls and cardboard boxes....Lots of hot glue-gunning and cutting things.

Speaking of cutting things, John came to pick up his little sister and his arrival caused some excitement because John used to look like this (Ellie using my flat iron to straighten his hair AGAIN):

And now he looks like this! One less person will be using my flat iron. And yes, he plays guitar. Very well. His mom plays, too. Even better. (I am all about the mommy power)

So speaking of haircuts - Joel (below) did not get a haircut. It is on my list of things to do this week, though. He says he is willing to go through with the operation because his tae kwon do sparring helmet is getting tight.

Speaking of Tae Kwon Do, Joel tested for his blue belt last night. Here he is being presented his belt by his instructor.

And speaking of instructor, here he is being silly with her. I'm not sure if the Vulcan salute is intentional or not. You never know with Joel. Anyway, he is bigger than she is but she can totally take him. Of this I have no doubt. And not because she is a trained and lethal black belt (she is) but because she is a mom. Of seven. So she can take anybody. Major mommy power.
Speaking of moms of 7, I used to know another mom of 7. But now she has 8. If she had 7, that would have been really perfect for my steam of consciousness blogging. It would have been a really smooth transition. But if she had stopped at 7 I don't know who would be dusting my floors every Monday and Thursday during Odyssey of the Mind. Because that is what #8 does; he crawls around my floor collecting dust, food, and the occasional chokable item...His mom is coaching the other Odyssey team that meets at my house. There are two coaches for that particular team, and the other coach brought me the world's largest honking chunk of cauliflower from her garden (truly. i wish i had sat it next to the empire state building so you could see how big it is)

Speaking of gardens, we have a lame garden. I have one spinach plant growing.
My one spinach plant hardly feeds our family of 7. That is ok. Because I have something of value to trade for things like gargantuan heads of cauliflower.

We trade our eggs....which are gathered by Camille

...who is pecked by the hens...

...who are guarded by Freddie Mercury...

....who is one fine looking rooster.

I am done. Because any time you can end a blog post with the words "fine looking rooster", you should do it. It would be a crying shame not to. My stream of consciousness has run out, anyway.

Signed,

An Unconsious Sardine Mama