What do you call it when you have to go the bathroom really badly?
A “pee-mergency”!
And, if you go in the bathroom American and you come out American, what are you while you are in there?
You’re a pee-ing! (European)
Welcome to flamingobear. We're the Martin family. Jenn cooks a lot. Tim eats it. And the trees are awesome.
What do you call it when you have to go the bathroom really badly?
A “pee-mergency”!
And, if you go in the bathroom American and you come out American, what are you while you are in there?
You’re a pee-ing! (European)
Forget Dorothy’s slippers. Take a look at these ruby beauties! Fresh sour cherries. Also known as tart cherries – and with good reason. Unlike sweet cherries, such as Bings and Rainiers, these glassy red orbs are too tart for eating out of hand, at least for me.
Earlier this month in Nashville, the rains came down, the floods came up, and a building floated down the interstate. We were lucky and escaped with only a wet basement. However, many more were not so fortunate, including “our” farmers, the Delvins, who lost 70% of their crops, including about 90% of their strawberries.
“Ideal teachers are those who use themselves as bridges over which they invite their students to cross, then having facilitated their crossing, joyfully collapse, encouraging them to create bridges of their own.”
- Nikos Kazantzakis
Ok, I admit it. I made a mistake last week. I bought only 3 grapefruit for brunch, figuring one half for each of us and leaving one extra. Normally, this would have been plenty as the girls aren’t too fond of plain grapefruit. But this time Tim, always happy to have an excuse to use his propane torch in the kitchen, played with fire and gave the grapefruit halves crunchy, caramelized tops.
Chinese Proverb: “You cannot prevent the birds of sadness from passing over your head, but you can prevent their making a nest in your hair.”
Our Take: “You cannot prevent the birds of Siena, Italy from passing over your head, nor can you prevent their making a mess in your hair.”
Aspen found this out firsthand in July 2008. While enjoying a picnic lunch in the Piazza del Campo, her head became a bird’s bulls-eye. As she reached up with her napkin to wipe the bird poop out of her hair, I yelled for her to stop.