Since I am among the least clever of bloggers these days, I'll give you a very randomy glimpse into my life tonight. 

Pistachio and I made brownies. 

I did not lick a majority of that batter. 

Just a few tablespoons.

Because my dishwasher looked like this:

I handwashed these.

Anything to avoid unloading the dishwasher.

Phineus and Ferb are still alive.

And well.

They are very good frogs.

Sometimes you just need a nice soak to chillax the stress of the day away. Calgon......

Enter - the bathtub. I got this baby for FREE on Craigslist. I just wrote an ad that I was a poor starving teacher who wanted a bathtub for my kiddos to sit in and read. No naked kids allowed. I scored THIS! I love my tub. Camden painted it. I applied the decals. :)

Friday was TENT FRIDAY.

It's becoming a tradition. I guess you can call it a tradition when you do it two years in a row, right???

I've been thinking of Michelle a lot lately. I miss her. I miss her calls. I miss when she didn't call. I miss how she used to ask about "Little Man and Benj". I just miss my sister.

School starts Tuesday for teachers. But I have to go in Monday at 10:00 for an entrance test for a new 6th grader. Drat. So much for sleeping till 10. ;) At least Camden will have a new kid in his class.



This bulletin board has been all over Pinterest. Have you Pinterested? Are you interested? You should be. Wow. Pinterest is a site where you can save all the cool images you find on the internet. Other people can see them if you want. And you can see theirs. It's cool. Soooo cool.

So, anyhow, I found this bulletin board on Pinterest, and I printed it out and totally copied it at school. Only my jump rope is green/blue. And I don't have any small stars, just big size stars. But I'm happy. It looks almost as awesome.


I have no idea where I saw this originally, but I've been singing RELAX since the day.





Here is a song I can't quit singing.
And yes, I own the book.
We'll be using it on Aug. 29. We'll probably write about our school shoes, too.

My mind is spinning so. So spinning. My entire brain is filled with visuals of school, learning, room arrangements. Sounds of CLASS/YES and TEACH/OK and laughter. Yes, laughter. Second grade is nearly here. One more week of freedom, which will be spent sleeping in followed by dragging my dear sweet darling sons to school with me so that I can finish bulletin boards and room arrangements and the stuff I never think of till I'm in the thick of it. Then I'll come home and take a nap just because I CAN.

In other news, we camped in Vermont with our Petki friends. The boys were up till after midnight so, naturally, they slept in till 10:00 a.m. today. Did I take a single pic? NO! Did Curt get up on time to help set up at church? YES! Did we join him? NO! Bad family. BAD!

With one week left of summer vaca, I finally finished my back to school newsletter. At least I THINK I finished it. How does it look? This is my first time using Google docs. I hope it works. :)

Tomorrow my mom has surgery on her foot. She's had foot issues for a while now, so I'd love any prayers you can offer up to God. I KNOW He'll take care of her. God is good that way.

We came home.
We didn't want to, but we did.
I mean, come on - leave this?

Come on, HE gets to stay!

Against our better judgment, we loaded up the truck and we drove to Beverly, er, Connecticut. It took two days. The lowest price for gas we saw was $3.57. We hit the high in the big CT $4.29. Now we just drive to Mass. for gas because it's 30 cents cheaper. Cheap is what we are. Wendi, saving cents since 2011. We came home to learn that the big CT raised taxes RETROACTIVE to January. There goes my raise this year. And then some. This state sucks.


But in Hatteras? On the island? When we checked into our beach house, we were informed that we'd be getting a $14 credit back because they LOWERED the lodging tax. Who knew states still did that?!



So now we've been home a week and that means we only have 50 more to go till our next trip south.

At least I have my pictures. I've uploaded them to Shutterfly, where I keep ALL of our family pix and school ones, too. Did you know they store them FOREVER? And, for FREE? Yeah! No taxes on storage! Wooooot!

I've also loaded a photobook into my cart. It's a bazillion pages because I have that many pictures, but it's gonna be so worth it. All I did was click this Custom Path button, just ONE button, and the magic computer dudes stuck all my photos on pages and made them all beautiful and even themed! I swear, I don't know if it was pure serendipity or intentional, but the pages seemed to flow - the kite flying pix together, the go karts together, the shells together. Wow. Magic, I tell ya.

I'm also gonna have a canvas made of my favorite picture from the trip. One stop shopping. Loooooove it!



If you have a blog, you can head over to register for your own FREE photo book. The Shutterfly folks are giving 1,000 away, so check it out! Sign up here. I did. Be sure to check out the Christmas cards, and thank you cards, too. Winter's right around the corner, you know!

I almost, nearly but not quite, marched the 248 steps (the equivalent of 12 stories) up Cape Hatteras Lighthouse today. In the end, the threat of humanity packed inside a dim and sticky-hot capsule of concrete and steel canceled out any real considerations. Sir Curt and the boys (not to be confused with the pop band that must surely go by that very hip name) did it in my stead. Here's what they saw.
Somebody who didn't die of humanityclaustrophobia on the way up the stairs took this photo of my boys. I chose the one that makes them all look their best most dashing selves. Curt says he looks like Tony Soprano. I'm sorta seein' it. I could be a mob wife if I put my mind to it. hehehe
This is the reason I wouldn't venture on this venture. Excepting if they'd allow only me to do it. No others. Just me. Just my breath. Just my body. Just my space. No others may intrude within this tunnel of light.

It's a very famous tunnel of light, as it goes. Did you know that in the 1930s the lighthouse turned off its glow? The beach was eroding so quickly that they thought the entire structure was ready to topple into the sea, so they built an ugly steel structure that resembles an electric power line tower and propped a light atop that. Then, lo and behold, by the 1950s, the beach had restored itself and the famous Cape Hatteras Lighthouse was useful again! So it was relit, but -- DRAT -- the famous Fresno lenses had suffered a pillage of souvenir hunters' 20-year reign. You see, the lighthouse was actually not locked up while on the dark side. Not locked up! Can you believe that?! They did not lock the door - literally, the Park Ranger told me. There must be pieces of the 1930s lighthouse all over the country.
Sir Curt snapped this shot today on his ascent. We neither of us know if this is the old latitude/longitude or the new one. No matter. They moved the dang thing 2900 feet in 1999 to get it away from the encroaching seas. Fascinating piece of history this tower is. I know. I paid $21.00 for the DVD recounting its tale. I should watch this every day for the rest of summer to commit it to memory.

Casa de OBX

This is a mishmash of stuff in no order other than how Blogger uploaded my photos.

Today was our first rainy day at Hatteras Island in three years of vacationing here. It started last night with a little lightning storm followed by a downpour, then tapered off to sporadic sprinkles this morning and afternoon. The overcast skies held the temp down to around 80 which was refreshing after the 106 we endured on the way down here Saturday.


Here is Sir Richert feeling all high and mighty as he psyches himself into grilling fresh tuna. As it turns out, he did it perfectly - seared on the outside, meaty and rare on the in. And thanks to Vicki at Harbor House Seafood for the best seafood every single night we are here. We never eat out when we're on vacation because Vicki's seafood is fresh from her husband and son's morning catch, and she tells us how to fix it. We'd rather pay her for the food and advice than a restaurant for overpriced service. (Even a dingdang corndog costs 6 bucks on this island! But gas is cheaper than in Connecticut. Go figure.)

Sir Richert has mastered steamed shrimp, and he knows how to make tuna salad with fresh basil the Harbor House Seafood way. Plus also, he's pretty good at heating up Vicki's hushpuppies.



We decided to spend the rainy afternoon shopping for souvenirs. This year I got it D-O-W-N. One stop at Life Is Good, which yielded a big fat ZERO. (Thanks, Dave Ramsey, for making me feel like $35 for pajama bottoms is excessive.) I opted for a few sparkly starfish since I never seem to stumble on those at the beach. The boys chose kites.



Camden's required a bit of surgery shortly after crashing.



They did battle it out for a bit and only got tangled once. I saved the day by untangling them because that's my forte.



This morning we headed out to the point for shells. Low tide was at 10, so we figured it might be a good time to find some. And we did. I was choosy, though, and didn't bring home all I found. These were my picks.



Benjy and Daddy flying their kites. Yes, all three of my boys have kites.



Rushing home for dinner. These boys aren't running for tuna, though. They're running for corndogs and chicken nuggets - freezer-to-oven-to-table. Nothing but the best for our offspring.



Benjy found a pet crab today. He played with him, talked to him, danced with him I think.



I'm thinking I need sea oats at my house.



I could use an ocean, too.

Fresh tomatoes from the produce stand down on Highway 12 are yummy on fried baloney sandwhiches (with white bread, of course).



Camden convinced me to follow him out about 30 feet into the ocean to the sandbar. Once there, I could easily stand and wait for the waves to take me away. I could not find any shells out here, though.



Fiona all dressed up for the beach ~ yes, my husband has named his truck.



Waters were crystal clear today ~ we could see baby fish every now and again!



Back "home" on the deck, sitting a spell while finishing Scarlett. If I had to sum up this book, the sequel to Gone With The Wind, I'd say Scarlett grows up.

We endured this...

to get to this.

We traveled for 8 hours yesterday from the Land of High Taxes to the grand Commonwealth of Virginia, stopping in a little town that claims to be near the Mason Dixon Line. The sign also said it was the beginning of The South. Having lived among the Blues for nearly 2 years and the Grays for most of 40, I'll buy that.

Let me tell you about our experience in the Hampton Inn last night. We've never spent a sleepless night in a Hampton Inn, being all ga-ga over their bedding, their bathroom vanities, the free breakfast and travel points Curt earns. But last night, we were sleepless. I was downright mad as a hornet. I swear, a circus of acrobats was staying on the floor above us. The stomp stomp stomping went on for half the night. I read read read for part of that half and tried to sleep sleep sleep for the other. When I finally did drift off, I had mad dreams thanks to Scarlett and her adventures in Ireland. She was pregnant last night, then (spoiler alert) she had a baby girl. I found myself thinking I was preggars. Um, no. Ach. So, by the time I woke this morning at 7:30, I was still exhausted, what with having childbirth by knife and all.

Thank goodness Scarlett has recovered from that experience.

So, we hit the road today, heading through the Chesapeake Bay Bridge/Tunnels, and got stuck in traffic for a good 90 minutes at least. By the time we arrived at OBX, we were ready to eat our elbows. Last year we came here over Roanoke Island and didn't sit for even a minute. You can bet what Rhett's - um, Curt's - looking for on Google Maps tonight.

At any rate, we arrived. We. ARRIVED.

And check this out - some wild people dug a huge hole in the sand today. They took the treasure, apparently, but the boys didn't notice. They took turns diving into the hole and climbing out, all Army style. They're so awesome.

But mostly, they body surfed. Camden was just so amazing, the way he took care of Benjy, keeping him nearby, playing with him, actually having a blast with his sometimes-pesty younger brother.



Fearless is what they are. That makes me nervous. But I'm glad they're living. LIVING, not sitting and watching the life. That's for me. Well, I live in my books, but I do enjoy watching life. Life is good like that.

Pidjun wants to to go to beach, meet seagull girls, flock together.

Complete randomness today, which is fitting seeing as how my blog here is called {at random}.

First, I am wide awake here at 6:44 a.m. Have been since around 4:00. But I didn't give in and rise till 6. I might be up, but you can't make me shine.

We leave for Hatteras Island tomorrow. At 6:00. In the morning. You wait, I'll be a zombie tomorrow. Why can't we be leaving today when I'm UP already??? I have a boat load of stuff to do before we leave: pack, clean carpets upstairs (thank you Emmalemmalimabean), make the bed in the guest room for Curt's ma and pa who are house and dog and kitty sitting for us, make the guest room pretty and bed and breakfasty, get my hairs cut (all of them, not just one), give two entrance tests at school, go to our home fellowship group tonight, and I know I'm forgetting something. Oh yeah, I must work in a nap.

And do laundry.



Here's my tribute to Hatteras Island - the PERFECT conch shell I found last year on The Point.

Pidjun's tummy empty. Pidjun needs cookies.

Did you hear the great news?
Mo Willems newest Pigeon book comes out in the spring!!!

But before I tackle all those aforementioned things (or fall asleep), I need to tell you about something. Shoes. Mrs. Tabb over at First Grade Awesomeness, and it is packed with awesomeness, has written another of her fabulous units for primary youngins. This one is about SHOES!


Now, I confess, I'm not a shoe freak. I put on my flip flops and I'm set. I shop on the clearance rack and get lucky sometimes. Shoes are something I have to endure, except in karate, where my toes are free to curl and stretch at will. But, I digress.

Shoes ARE the bomb to KIDS! Especially in my school where we wear uniforms and although we have shoe rules, we can take a few liberties there, and kids do. So, this unit is gonna knock their socks off! Best of all, Mrs. Tabb is giving away the unit to folks who blog about it! Ohhh, I want this unit! I want my kids to come in and point to their feet and twinkle their eyes and flash those toothy-gapped smiles. I want to celebrate our shoes!!!

Pidjun needs a new pair of shews.

You should have seen this thing when I picked it up for 2 bucks last week. It literally was an ugly duckling. Did I take a before pic? No. It was that ugly.