Once There Was an Igloo...

Once there was an igloo, igloo, igloo.

Once there was an igloo, tall, tall tall.

In the sun it melted, melted, melted.
In the sun it melted, small, small, small.

The roof of the igloo is now laying on the wool blanket that Roland put down on the floor.

Sleeping in the Igloo

Guest Post

I love my cousin. She is one of a kind. Here is her post from February 9th.

BE STILL MY BEATING HEART

I confess, I am totally addicted to the reality show "The Bachelor." It is so full of romance! It really gives me hope that I can find true love and my soulmate one day. Each week I watch the show, and I get to see this fabulous guy falling in love and I think to myself, one day, Mr. Right will be falling in love with me! My heart pitter pats when he hands roses to all the right girls, and sends all the wrong girls home. Ha, take that loser girl! You don't get a rose at the rose ceremony!

Reality TV hit the nail on the head when they scripted out this show. I love how all the cast of characters have a debrief session of their feelings on the camera every night. And then blessed be America, we get to watch it! Oh, and can we contain our excitement for when they launched the Bacholette?

What can be more romantic and heartwarming than a bachelor who is looking for love? Especially when he is kissing, making out, and claiming to be falling in love with four or fourteen different women for four or fourteen different reasons all at the same time?

I think it is great how catty and jealous all the girls are. These women are super smart! They agree to go on a show, have their entire life subjected to being recorded, compete for love and then cry and act shamefully disappointed on TV when they get sent home.

If you can't tell, most of this post is pure sarcasm. I don't watch the show. I am appalled and turned off just because of the freaking commercials. If a chick or a dude is stupid enough to go on a show like that, stupid enough to think that they are in a real relationship inside of this totally fake and controlled setting, and then they are stupid enough to be hurt by the outcome - they need to have a lobotomy. Or get kicked in the shin and punched in the nose.

P.S. The only thing more pathetic than the fact that The Bachelor is still on the air is that 90210 and Melrose Place are back on the air with some of the original actors. Couldn't they have chosen a better show to revive like ALF, Dukes of Hazard, 21 Jumptreet or Gilligan's Island?

Nothing Like Sporting Green Teeth

Don't you just love big sugar cookies with frosting so thick it will take 3x's of brushing your teeth to get the food coloring off?

Peter just can't finish the cookie. Good thing his big brother was there to help.

I wanted to do another post featuring the igloo but the images are taking too long to down load and I want to go to bed. And, yes I know it's only 7:38.

"Excuse Me, You Just Put MY Groceries in Your Car!?"

We have a great neighborhood grocery store called Grand Mart. They have produce for much less then most stores but there are a few draw backs.

The draw back I faced today is that you cannot take a cart past the front walk.

I typically just load up my arms and drag all my newly purchased items to the car. Today I had Peter in tow and decided to do like all the other customers; leave the cart on the front walk and drive the car around to load it up. This isn't an option that I usually go for because, well, I'm afraid someone is going to swipe my hard found stuff.

I get Peter in the car, drive around to the loading zone, all of which took no more then 2 minutes, and whaalaa! My groceries are gone! I look around and locate a likely suspect. She's just loaded her car and is starting her engine. I run to her car and wouldn't you know I freak her out. She doesn't speak English and I can't get her to understand that she just took my groceries. I take her to her still fully loaded cart and still she's not getting it. So, I decide the time for being polite is over and I start going through her trunk. In my defense, she had opened it. I found one of my bags and opened it for her to see. I see the light go on and she finally understands what I'm trying to do.

We're now both smiling and laughing. All is well. I have my groceries and she doesn't feel so threatened by the weird American.

I think to myself on the way home that next time I'm going to leave a blonde haired, blue eyed, kid in the cart, that would set it apart. Preferable the curly headed one. He'd yell if someone tried something. The straight haired kid would just grunt. Can't hear grunting in the parking lot!

Is That an Igloo or a House?

Making the perimeter

First few layers


Had to take the picture from the second floor to be able to see Roland
Aaron on top

The Supervisor

Working on the entrance

Finished product!

It only took 3 days but our family's second home is complete.

Quote of the Day

Aaron, " I need a spatula, so I can spatula things!"