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Here’s what Soren Kierkegaard wrote: I stick my finger into existence—it smells of nothing. Where am I? What is this thing called the world? Who is it that has lured me into the thing, and now leaves me here? Who am I? How did I come into the world? Why was I not consulted? And if I am compelled to take part in it,  where is the director? I want to see him.

Some families have strong physical resemblances to each other but we don’t, so we make up for it by having matching tops for various outings. Thanksgiving Day found us all making coordinated T-shirts for our Christmas photo. Here are the products:

It is amazing that you can give a group of people the same materials and instructions and the end product comes out so different. We used tulip fabric spray paints, contact paper, cookie cutters for templates, and masking tape. Any guesses on which child did the one that looks most like a Star Trek Expendable shirt? I’m sure it was a coincidence. (and yes, it is blank on the back, LOL.)

We spend precious
hours
fearing the
inevitable.

It would be wise
to use that time
adoring
our families,
cherishing
our friends
and living
our lives.

—-   Maya Angelou

Mr Gingersnap is in a board-game-loving phase. What could be better than the control and power of world domination? So Risk is at the top of the current list.

He asked me about buying a new version of Risk. I asked what is special about it and he said it includes Atlantis. My curiosity about his depth of Atlantean knowledge surfaced and I asked, “Do you know where Atlantis is?”

“Yes. At Toys’R'Us.”

Mystery solved.

(By the way, the purchase was vetoed as this game looks to have too much of a magical element for comfort.)

Here at the Bananas you never know what subjects will spontaneously juxtapose.

Mr Music gave me a reminder of that yesterday.

I like turkey liver. So I was frying this little annual morsel up for myself with some eggs when Mr Music came through to see if it was something he wanted to eat. He inquired and I offered to show him the other “parts” ~ which I do not favor and so they go in the trash here. Well, as we are in the midst of the Human Body lapbook, he was interested in the heart. So I had him pull out a small knife and we dissected it (here’s where you may be grateful to me for not taking photos). We saw the little chambers. Mr Music was amazed that I could actually handle it. Now for the juxtaposition of subject matter: he said, “How can you do that without casting?” ~ an obvious reference to the CD about William Bradford we had listened to, where he talks about the “casting and scouring” which occured after the settlers ate too many oysters shortly after landing.

Avian anatomy and American history, all in one neat little package, and not even on a schoolday.

AND ~~ to Jeana and family ~~ Welcome! I hope you all get a blog too so I can come read about your fun family adventures! I am sorry to hear of your own son’s painful encounter with a cactus and hope it was a valuable learning experience for him.

We often hear about pornography on the internet but I want to warn you there are other dangers.

Temptation abounds.

Here I am, up first and not eating breakfast till the rest of the crew is up, so I innocently (hands in pockets, looking up, and whistling) click over to check out recent discoveries at Engrish.com and what do I find?

Temptation abounds.

Off to make pancakes before starting a 12 step program.

After all yesterday’s feasting, today we get a non-caloric holiday treat: get to see the Nutcracker ballet, at Miss Dog Lover’s request.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Colossians 2:6-7  Therefore, as you received Christ Jesus the Lord, so walk in him, rooted and built up in him and established in the faith, just as you were taught, abounding in thanksgiving.

Mr Music always has a plan.

Yesterday he was discussing a new cactus Devastatingly Handsome bought me. He was telling me how the pokes are really sharp if you do them on your finger. I mentioned that I do not try it. He said he does. He has tried it several times, and it is really sharp every time, even though they just look like little strings. As I walked away, I heard the discussion continuing with Miss Language. Mr Music said that “if a burglar ever comes into our house, (I) will grab the plant, pull down his pants, and stick it in.”

I think we probably ought to hang some sort of warning sign so that we do not get sued by any burglar who decides to come in and is subjected to such cruel and inhumane treatment. Of course, then he’d know to wear suspenders. And Kevlar skivvies.

Comfy Denim has posted this cool quiz that generates a recipe for *you.* 

I had to try it.

I gotta tell you, I was sunk. The first question lists 4 people and asks who is funniest. I’ve only seen one of them, in one movie, so I had to vote for that one. Then they ask a tattoo question. I have no idea if the choices really refer to something or are made up. I took a stab at it (ha. Just the thing that happens with tattoos, right? Except the decal kind, which are the only ones around my house.) Then came questions even I could answer about where I want to live, and what makes for a bad day. And then it ended with a Mickey Mouse question, “What needs to go on an ice cream sundae?” I can’t believe they even put “nothing!” as a choice. Plain ice cream is OK but it’s not a sundae, is it? Too minimalist.

Given those limits on my understanding, my results may be meaningless, but here they are:

Note: I only posted because the recipe mentions intelligence. I think that ingredient is from voting for chocolate sundaes. Too bad hot fudge wasn’t listed.