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3 Days, 3 Quotes Challenge

Last week, my friend Helen invited me to participate in the “3 Quotes, 3 Days” challenge, which is to post a quote each day for 3 days and nominate 3 new bloggers to participate.  I’m going to cheat a little (Cheater, cheater, pumpkin eater…) and I’m not going to nominate anyone in particular and just say that whoever wants to join in is more than welcome.

I’m also going to cheat by doing all three of my quotes in one post (…had a wife and couldn’t keep her…wait….what?  I think I just messed up a nursery rhyme…) as a time saver.  While this could be seen as purely selfish on my part, I’m actually doing you a favor as you now only have to suffer thru one post and not three.  See?  I’m always thinking of your welfare.

“Live long and prosper.” – Spock, Star Trek

When I was 13, I thought Captain Kirk was the coolest character on Star Trek, not to mention hot.  He was my first movie star crush and my favorite episodes were always the ones where Kirk fell in love… *swoon*

Now as an oh-so-much wiser adult no longer under the mesmerizing affects of puberty, I have done the smart thing and fallen in love with the Wolverine instead.  You thought I was going to say Spock, didn’t you?  Not so much.  But I do love him – you know – as a friend.  And, he has been, and always shall be, the coolest character on Star Trek.

*Note to my friend Doreen.  I am fully aware that quoting Star Trek and having a teen crush on Captain Kirk and not dumb old Shaun Cassidy totally makes me a nerd.

*Note to my brother, Joe.  Thank you for saving me from the horrors of the Mickey Mouse Club and forcing me to watch Star Trek even at the risk of getting into trouble with mom because you would rather watch nothing at all than allow me to watch weird children dancing around in mouse ears, and after a fierce fight over the channel dial, you pushed me into the carpet and pulled the plug and I went crying to mom.  I owe you one.

“That is one big pile of shit…” – Ian Malcom, Jurassic Park

My family has an abnormal addiction to certain movies, and we randomly quote them in day to day living.  Perhaps you are wondering why even use a movie quote as one of my picks and not something profound from Ghandi or Sue the Great?  It’s because stupid movie quotes are like an inside joke – a connectivity as a family – sharing the same sense of humor and same taste in movie genre enabling us to watch them 100 billion trillion gazillion times in a row.


It was really hard for me to pick just one quote from our entire repertoire of memorized movies.  I chose this one because you know how much I love the “S” word, and it covers just about anything life throws at you.  Bad hair, bad job assignment, bad dinner.  Plus Ian Malcolm is the cat’s pajamas.

Note to anyone still reading: Myself, my son, and my daughter were standing in line waiting to see Jurassic World, when we heard someone make the sound of Austin Power’s phone ringtone.  We had found our people.

“Hurry up and get the work done so we can screw around.” – Dave

I was going to put a serious quote in here – change the tone and be all profound and philosophical and high brow tootin’ fa-lootin’.  But I’m really tired because my friend Kay and I kicked asphalt today riding 65 miles in the Titletown Bike Tour and I didn’t take a nap after so now my eyelids feel like they weigh 500 pounds each.

Instead you now get my hubby’s daily mantra.  We live by this code in our house – there’s much tom foolery to be done, but we don’t want to do it with dirty laundry and a full sink of dishes.  I don’t have a video for this one.  You’ll just have to use your imagination.

Until next time my friends –

Live long and prosper,


Sue The Explorer With Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Earth or Harvest

Welcome to the third topic in the Elements/Seasons series with Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge.  This week we have Earth/Harvest.

In Cee’s description, she mentions that earth people tend to be well grounded, nurturing, earth-mothers.  That they like to bring others together and make good mediators and reliable friends, and that they enjoy both preparing food and eating.  The color for earth is yellow.

Hmmmm.  Well, I seem to fit the description on some points, not on others.  I am definitely “earthy” but not necessarily ‘earth mothery-ish”.  I think I make a good mediator but not always a reliable friend (I forget birthdays, major surgeries, weddings – you know- minor details), and I love eating, but my food preparation skills involve being the only one in the house that can flip an egg without breaking the yolk, but only if I happen to remember that I am cooking and don’t wander off after something shiny.  Yellow is totally my favorite color though, so I should get some earthy points for that.

I have only a few photos today, and to be honest, most of them stink from a “great shot” standpoint.  But as usual, they all have a story.  That said, here are my entries for this week.

First off – the dirt pile that lived in the backyard of our new house up until a month ago.  It looks freakishly similar to a pile of Dino Doo-Doo.

dirtIf you didn’t get the Jurassic Park reference on that last paragraph, that’s ok.  I won’t call the Nerd Police, and I will allow you to continue reading my blog.  Heathen.

Harvest in Wisconsin means the return of farmer’s markets and a wide array of fresh fruits, veggies, honey, jams, and pies.  Below is one of Wisconsin’s most popular byproducts of a successful harvest.

The breakfast of cheeseheads.

The breakfast of cheeseheads.

Wisconsin is filled with keg hoisting German and Belgian decedents who have brewed the perfect blend of harvested barleys, corns, hops, wild malted milk balls, organic foamy things – producing a golden yellow to chocolatey brown beverage, otherwise known as “beer”.  The glass above is from a small craft brewery in New Glarus – the ever popular (and my personal favorite, which of course I know you remember from my last post – ahem), Spotted Cow.  Deeee-lish!

Speaking of Belgians and Germans, below are pictures of my grandparents, Cliff and Estelle, and Glenn and Betty.  Cliff was Belgian, Estelle was Dutch, and both Glenn and Betty were Germans.  (Germans and Belgians and Dutch…oh my!).  I never knew Betty – she died when my mom was two – but I have many fond memories of Millie, the woman I loved and called Grandma.  But that’s another story.

None of my grandparents were brewers, but gardening (earth) was a big part of their world while raising families during the depression and the 2nd World War.  I really only remember Cliff and Estelle’s though, as they continued to garden up into their eighties.  You can see a bit of it on the left in their photo.

Estelle and Cliff on the left, Glenn and Betty on the right

Estelle and Cliff on the left, Glenn and Betty on the right

My grandfather loved his garden – it was filled with tulips and irises, currants, concord grapes and green beans.  Cucumbers too, I think.  I spent most of my time running around with my cousins playing with all the stuff we weren’t supposed to like Grandma’s perfumed powder puffs, but I remember Grandpa out there tending and watering, taking breaks in the big swing with Grandma or the neighbor.

When I was young, I didn’t appreciate my grandparents as much as I do now.  What a wasted opportunity- I was so young and stupid and ignorant, with such a wealth of knowledge and love right at my fingertips.  But somehow, they managed to reach across the space-time continuum (that’s “heaven” to you non-nerds), and plant a little bit of themselves back into my life.

With the advent of social media, my cousins and I have gotten back in touch, sharing stories, photos and anecdotes of kids, pets, spouses, grandchildren – and of course meandering together down memory lane, stopping often to smell Grandpa’s flowers and remark upon Grandma’s fishing skills.

My cousin Michelle, with whom I shared many ill-fated adventures while growing up, happened to marry a gardener, who happened to post photos of his beautiful blooms, which I happened to love, and he happened to respond and the next thing I know, I have a box delivered to me filled with his flower children.  And not just his children, but even more special to me – the flower children of my grandparents.  He and Michelle had descendants of the irises from Grandpa’s garden, and sent some to me.

Grandma Estelle White and Grandpa Cliff Purple are now residing down by the pond, where I am praying they survive the winter, after which we will hopefully have a lawn and I can transplant them to a more permanent home up by the house.  Unfortunately, living down by the pond has it’s hazards.  The easement to the pond is owned by the town, and they came thru and weed whacked (raped and pillaged, more like), running right over Grandma and Grandpa.

Grandma Estelle White (left) bore the brunt of the lawn mower attack.  Grandpa Cliff Purple (right) faired much better.

Grandma Estelle White (left) bore the brunt of the lawn mower attack. Grandpa Cliff Purple (right) faired much better.

I think they are okay, though.  I can’t imagine God sending bits of my heart back to me, only to have them killed by a rampant lawn mower.  So say a little prayer for them if you think of it.  🙂

My final harvest photo is something that should be “knee high by the 4th of July”, and grown by most farmers in Wisconsin to feed our beautiful spotted cheese makers (aka: cows) and our Packer cheerin’ cheese eaters (aka: Wisconsinites):  Nothing like roasted corn at a church picnic, with a hot bowl of booyah and an ice cold soda or brewski.  We know how to live in Wisconsin.  And I’m not even saying that with my sarcastic voice.



Okay, I lied about the final photo.  I’m not really done.  I have a whole collage of “yellow” to share with you!  Did I mention I love yellow?  These are a few of my favorite yellow things (besides cheese, corn and beer):


Now I’m done.  Mostly.  Unless I think of something else.  In which case, I would most certainly NOT be done, and this blog would drag on forever.  Pretty sure we don’t want THAT.

Until next week,


PS.  I had delicious cake this weekend.

PPS.  You could get me to quit typing by putting cake in my hands.

PPSS.  Don’t forget to visit Cee’s page to check out the other challengers!






LG Appliances and the Ocarina of Time: How Doing Laundry Brings Me to Nerdvana

zeldaI promise this will be my last post about the move. I was going to devote this entire blog post to how my LG Washer and Dryer remind me of my all time favorite video game (it really was the best) and believe me, it’s not because I don’t have enough material. It’s just that I realize it will be butt ass boring for the majority of you, so you will only have to endure a paragraph of it.

Side note: I am writing this in peace while my dogs are entertained by Costco bully sticks. If you don’t know what a bully stick is, google it, because I’m not getting into that after all the hoopla over last weeks blog and certain body parts. If you do know what they are, and you have a dog that likes them, Costco has them for $25 for a bag of 12 really long ones. Yeah, gross. But my dogs love them and I can type in relative silence. Plus, I made Dave saw them all into thirds, so for me it was really like getting 36 of them for $25.  Yay, me!

My singing appliances.

My singing appliances.

So, you remember the cake eating saga of preparing to move, and how purchasing new appliances gave me heartburn and I only got Tums instead of cake. Turns out I love my new machines, so I guess it was worth all the angst – the washer is a little noisy when it spins if you have a big load in it, but it’s so nice to actually end up with clean clothes. I barely need to use any detergent and they come out smelling delicious. Almost better than cake. The bonus is that LG appliances make adorable video game beeps when you start them, and they sing to you when they are finished. The video game phenomena was brought to my attention by my son, who casually mentioned how it reminded him of Zelda. Or more precisely, The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time, also known as the BEST VIDEO GAME EVER CREATED. If you have a differing opinion, I will say this once and once only. Your opinion is invalid.

Side Note #2.  Matt never played Zelda. Ever. He watched Lindsay and I play it. It was weird, because he didn’t have the same eye/hand coördination needed for a first or third person player (that’s technical video game lingo for you non-nerds. It means a game where you are the main character, either thru that persons eyes (first person) or from behind the character (third person)), which was weird because he could drive a car at 18 months. The first video game he ever tried was Richard Scary’s Busy Town, and he would only play if he could drive the pick up truck, which he would promptly run into the river because he couldn’t figure out how to make it turn. Then the policeman-dog came and Matt would laugh hysterically. Took me a while to figure out he was doing it on purpose. 

This is exactly what he would do every single time.  Drive that truck into the river.

This is exactly what he would do every single time. Drive that truck into the river.

Zelda for N64 changed how we looked at video games and what we expected of them. You didn’t just run in a straight line, or vertically jump, or shoot arrows forward or backward. You ran in circles and across fields and climbed vines and floated thru the air with chickens and shot arrows in any direction you wanted and swam underwater.

And you got a pony. A PONY. How can you not like a game that gives you a fricken pony??



It was full of tough puzzles to solve, and easter eggs to find and if you weren’t careful, you got strangled by redeads or grabbed by the scary black ceiling wall master hands. I HATED those things. It was like giant black spiders dropping on you, and if you whacked them with your sword, they turned into three smaller super fast ones. The worst part was you didn’t know they were in the room until you were in the middle of it and the scary ceiling wall master hand music started playing. The redeads weren’t much better. Basically brown mummy zombies that moved really slow but at a certain distance they mesmerized you and then jumped on your back and strangled you from behind. Once they were on your back, you were done.



But mostly, you got to ride Epona and visit faeries and shoot Skultullas and solve puzzles and travel the vast world of Hyrule meeting new people on your quest to rescue Zelda.



Okay, more than a paragraph- sorry. And a few videos.  And I was going to move on, but now my friend Megan posted this awesome video on Facebook, and Lord help me but I just can’t stop – this post is doomed.



And then, my friend Collie got Leonard Nimoy to retweet her. Holy crap. This has been a booming nerd week.


Can I get a retweet?

Can I get a retweet?


And then, there was this – posted by my friend Catrina.



I would totally wear this shirt. That’s a hint to all my friends. My birthday is only 10 months away. You could start planning anytime now, you know.  You can find them here: http://shirt.woot.com/offers/reading-rambo.

And then there was this:




And this from Doreen:




And then my son sent me this:



Which doesn’t come out until next year, but Matt and I are already stoked about it.  I could truly write another nerd blog just focusing on Jurassic Park. Complete scientific baloney, which is exactly why I love it. Don’t make my mind stay in a box with your scientific facts!



And then I saw this video today about escaping Honey Badgers,



which prompted me to send it to my son with the caption “Don’t turn off the honey badger fence,” and his response of, “They should all be destroyed,” which then prompted the creation of this:

Photo property of Brick House - created by Matt DeGroot.  Yeah, baby.

Photo property of Brick House – created by Matt DeGroot. Yeah, baby.


And then this movie comes out in a mere 21 days. Oh yeah. Already saving up for popcorn.



And that is about all the nerd I have for one night.  And reading my blog doesn’t count if you don’t watch the videos.  Especially the Jedi Cat one.  Until next time:

Your bestest nerd buddy,