Showing posts from July, 2012

I may have reached my chicken limit

by Andrea Mulder-Slater By now, you probably know how I feel about chickens. If not, let me remind you. I don't like them. They freak me out. So you can imagine my horror when I came across this. It's a game created by a real estate blog in which you can calculate how many goats, sheep, guinea pigs, cows or ( shudder ) chickens it would take to keep your yard  manicured. And covered in crap. Now that we've moved to the country, we have somewhere in the neighborhood of 7 acres of land. That's a lot of mowing. Assuming we had grass. At some point -  once we've been out here a few years, removed from society as we know it, living like recluses, growing our own food and braiding each others hair while wearing orange jumpsuits - we might in fact turn to the animals for help. Mostly because by that time, no one else will be brave enough to come near us. I had to try it. I selected chickens. Of course I did: I entered my acreage: And was

That time I was discovered...

by Andrea Mulder-Slater I was sitting at the downtown art studio, on one of the comfy Adirondack chairs. The sun was low in the sky - the day drawing to a close.  I had dragged the chair to the side of the studio, so it faced the ocean. And, as it had been a rather warm day, a large bottle of Evian water was sitting on the ground next to me. As I contemplated whether or not to lock up a little early, a man wandered around the corner.  He glanced at me - several times - before gazing out on the view. Then he turned around, looked me up and down and asked if I would be okay with him taking a few photographs.  Here's what I thought: "Photos? Of me? I'm being discovered! This is just like in the movies!" Here's what I said: "Sure, okay." "I'll be back in a bit with my equipment," he said, "I hope you don't mind waiting." As soon as he disappeared from sight, I headed for the washroom to make sure I h

Another reason to keep my mouth shut

by Andrea Mulder-Slater We went to a classical music event held at a community college this past weekend. No sooner were we in the door and someone had to pee. It might have been me. I left the 3 year old with Geoff and headed to the restroom. There were three stalls. The door on the left had an Out of Order sign taped to it and the stall on the right was wheelchair accessible - so I walked to the middle door, grabbed hold of the top edge and pulled. It was locked. "Oh, I'm sorry." I said, backing up. There was no response. I glanced under the door - because that's always my first instinct in a public restroom. I think it might be an inappropriate reflex. I saw no evidence of a shadow, so I assumed that it too was out of order. Either that or some college kid had locked it up and crawled out as a joke. I briefly wondered if I might fit under the metal partition - mostly because I’m weird like that. Instead I went behind door number three. Literally. Af

Vroom vroom (photo)

  Seen on the parking lot while waiting for our car to be repaired. Must be the practice car. Daily Snap - 07.10.12 | by Andrea Mulder-Slater

Stay small (photo)

Lately, the 3 year old has been worried about getting bigger --- as in: "If I get bigger, I won't be able to sit on my dad anymore." Stay small kiddo. Daily Snap - 07.09.12 | by Andrea Mulder-Slater

Potato chips and antiseptic

by Andrea Mulder-Slater “I think I broke my ankle.” The words slipped out of my mouth almost as fast as I had fallen down the stairs. Here’s the thing. When I walk down a set of steps, if I don’t suppress the urge, I flap my arms – not so much like a bird… more like an excited toddler, or a 1960s housewife who has just spotted a mouse. It’s neither a safe (nor particularly effective) habit. It’s a genetic flaw. My mother does it too. And so, as I raced from upstairs to down with an oscillating fan in one hand and nothing in the other (flap, flap) I didn’t stand a chance when my flip-flop festooned foot slipped tidily off the second last step.  Sitting at the base of the staircase, I could hear the voices of my family members somewhere off in the distance. Geoff was chatting with a delivery driver about the death of Andy Griffith while Jan was trying to convince the 3 year old to “set that damn frog free.” “Hello. Anyone. My foot just went numb. Is that bad?” I thought abou

The sky is falling (photo)

It was a sideways rain kind of day yesterday. Mid-afternoon (while in town) the world went from sunny to scary in a matter of seconds. Geoff was caught on his bike somewhere out in the ridges while Jan, the girl and I were flooded in our downtown studio. Then, as fast as it came - it was over. Until later that day when (while at home) I looked out the window to see this. Daily Snap - 07.08.12 | by Andrea Mulder-Slater

After the storm (photo)

There's just something about kids and puddles. Mine would sleep in one if I let her.  Daily Snap - 07.07.12 | by Andrea Mulder-Slater

I may need to go to slang school

Actual conversation that just took place... Geoff : Oh my God. The 3 Year Old : Can I say "Oh my God"? Jan : No, you should just say "Oh my." Me : How about "Oh my bird." Geoff : No! Don't you know what a bird is? Me : It's... a bird? Geoff (whispering): It's a hoohah. Me : IT IS??? Oh crap. The 3 Year Old : Oh my bird! Oh my bird! Oh my bird! Geoff : This is why you aren't allowed to homeschool.   And this is why I need to go to slang school. Also, we should probably listen to Jan more often.

Purity (photo)

The workshop was a success. The students had a great time and Geoff discovered that in China, lilies represent purity. Good choice of flowers, right? Daily Snap - 07.06.12 | by Andrea Mulder-Slater

Setting up (photo)

  Tomorrow, Geoff is teaching a group of piano students how to paint with watercolors. Most of the students are from China and will be attending the workshop with an interpreter. It'll be a learning experience for all involved... Daily Snap - 07.05.12 | by Andrea Mulder-Slater

Serenity now (photo)

I took this photo yesterday while on a late night run to the studio to grab a pile of painting trays. I don't know if it was a new moon, blue moon, full moon or harvest moon, but either way, seeing it  filled me with a sense of calm and peace. And that's no joke. Daily Snap - 07.04.12 | by Andrea Mulder-Slater

Frogger (photo)

Geoff was cutting the lawn this morning when a tiny bit of movement caught his eye. And so, this little hopper lived to see another day. Mind you, the 3-year-old won't rest until she finds him - again and again and again. No comment on Geoff's shirt. Daily Snap - 07.03.12 | by Andrea Mulder-Slater

Peanut butter and yum (photo)

We combined 1 cup of peanut butter and 1 egg with 1/2 cup of sugar.  Then, we rolled a bunch of little balls, laid them on a tray, flattened them with a fork and baked the cuties at 325 for 20 minutes. When I asked my daughter how they tasted, her reply was, "They taste like peanut butter and yum!" Aw yeah.   Daily Snap - 07.02.12 | by Andrea Mulder-Slater

I broke my Mac (photo)

After years of resisting, I finally made the leap. Goodbye PC, hello Mac. All was well, until I broke my Mac. What's that? Mac's are indestructible? Yeah... no. I broke my Mac. Before I began using it. Fortunately, a technician named Jeff revived the beast from the dead. Over the phone no less. Insert glory-glory music here. Daily Snap - 07.01.12 | by Andrea Mulder-Slater