smockmomma: June 2009 Archives


so which of you mommas would like to try this yummy pattern? the only thing missing is a couple of slices of bacon. of course, with baby on board, you'd have to make mine a double-double-cheese-cheese-burger-burger, please.

with earnest prayers that this poor, miserable soul will hopefully find some peace, this is THE song that turned the smock into a michael jackson fan -- and a fan of minor hedonism -- for a brief moment in time.* this man was living proof that the line between genius and insanity is a mighty fine one.

don't stop 'til you get enough

there's just enough disco flavor with a dash of soul to make this song move anyone with two ears. g'head, take a listen. you know you wanna tap those toes!

*that would be throughout the eighties.


i don't even care that this recipe came from a yankee website, i think it's a brilliant idea. in fact, i think the only thing mas coolio than bacon krispies might be a big ol' plate of bacon wrapped bacon. seriously. but since i have no business trying to make sweets (i'm the sorta mom who just says, here let's just eat the cookie dough so we don't have to turn the oven on and get all hot in here), i'm hoping to convince mamaT to make some for her godsons ... winkwink.

it's hella hot here in sunny, sticky tejas. . .not that there's anything wrong with that. ah, heck, whom'ikiddin? it SUX. and now i'm gonna hafta drop a dollar in mamaT's cuss box, but it's worth it. because the smock absolutely hates hot. yes, hates. as in, the smock hates hot almost as much as she hates the dixie chicks. so you know i mean business.

while i can't blame the heat for my prolonged absence from the summa's pretty pink pages -- in fact, it is surprisingly and refreshingly cool here in blogdom -- i can blame (1) my desk top computer for going kerblewy, (2) smocdkdaddy's desk top for following suit and going kerblewy two days later*, and (3) the smocklings, gleefully taking up every waking moment of my time that they possibly can since (a) school is out for the summer and (b) there are no more computers left around here to kerblow up.

actually, other than trying to keep the peace in the smockmaison (not as easy as one may think), growing a baby** aaannd reading beaucoups of my new "fave" author, dean koontz, i haven't been up to much over the past few weeks. at least, not any more exciting than nursing chronic (pregnancy-hormone-related) tension headaches and a urinary tract infection. sounds like a gas, huh? well, several prescriptions later, i am feeling much better. thanks for askin'.

did you know that alex baldwin, bless his little pinko communerd heart, is gorgeous now? i mean, holy macanoly. the man has gained about twenty pounds, totally upping his cuteness factor, and has joined a sit-com which, from what i can tell from only two episodes, has fairly clever dialogue, thus totally highlighting alex's heretofore untapped delightfully dry wit. so, my question is, hey, when did all this adorable sexiness kick in? and, why wasn't i informed?

oh! on a totally unrelated note, i did just read an attention-grabbing article about a man in terlingua, texas (yes, the home to the famous annual terlingua chili cook-off) who totally lives off the grid. oddly, i'm both intrigued and icked out by this man's adventure in alternative living. i'm not icked out so much by the fact that he uses a solar oven (salmonella, anyone?) as i am by the fact that he poos directly in his yard. there. simply. are. no. words.

excepting the terlingua part, of course, because it's just such a fun word to say. terlingua. ter - ling - wah. ter - ling - gwah. g'head, say it out loud. you know you want to.


* i mean, what are the odds of that?
** did you know the smock is expecting baby number seven? totally. due in november, yeeHAW!

Texas is proud to be one of the front runners in the "airtricity" race of alternative energies. and, wind power is supposed to be one of the "greenest" energy sources for our environment, right? well, one of our state mammals, the mexican freetail bat, just may beg to differ.

according to alarmed environmentalists, wind farms routinely see dozens of dead bats scattered around the base of windmills. at first, scientists couldn't figure out why this was happening because it was assumed that the bats' sonar should keep them from running willy-nilly into the blades -- and when it was discovered that most of the bats had no external signs of injury, ecologists were dumbfounded. turns out, when the bats fly through the low-pressure areas around the wind farms, their lungs explode. ouch!

what a quandry.

according to

A San Diego pastor says county officials have told him he needs a permit to host a weekly Bible study in his home.

Pastor David Jones and his wife, Mary, were hosting the weekly study near their church, when they say they were visited by a county code enforcement officer. According to Dean Broyles, an attorney for the Joneses, the county official asked the pastor if they hosted a regular weekly meeting in their home, and if they prayed and said "Amen" and "Praise the Lord" at those meetings.

After replying in the affirmative to those inquiries, a subsequent citation notified the couple they were in violation of county regulations, should stop "religious assembly," and needed to apply for a "major use" permit to continue the gatherings -- a process that could cost several thousands of dollars.

read the rest of this mess here.



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