Hail to the Chief

The local weather service dramatically prepared us for hail last night. It's odd how in our modern age, the measurement of hail is still in the dark ages - or the 1940's.
It's all baseballs and hen eggs and nickels!
I think it'd be more fun if there was a definite geographic/cultural "fingerprint" on the hail.

Here are some offerings for new hail denominations:
In Texas:
We got hail here the size of a shotgun shell!
.....the size of a squirrel skull!
.....the size of endangered frogs!
.....the size of tumbleweeds!
.....the size of cow patties!

In Washington State:
As you can see, the hail is Grande toward the north part of town, in the south you're dealing with Tall.

In California:
This snow sure hurts!

I'm a "just a minute" kind of mom. As in "Stay right there I'm gonna get the camera it'll just take a minute." This can be dicey, and sometimes downright illegal. But, like all moms who don't have professional nannies - living on the edge is a way of life.

Do I take the kiddo inside where he can get into trouble while I come back and get the groceries? Or do I leave him buckled in his seat in the car where he can be stolen along with the car and take the groceries in...

I usually go with leaving him unattended in the house rather than out of it.

Then there's bad judgement based on boredom....He'll be ok while I run and get a book to read. Sadly, I can't even remember what I went to get "for just a minute." I left him throwing toys into the bathtub, which seemed safe enough. Guess not.

Odds in Ends

I've decided that a family should really put some thought into the bumper stickers they put on the back of their minivan. Or more appropriately the number of bumper stickers on the back of their minivan that are exactly the same. Case in point:

We're proud of our Cubscout! and We're proud of our Cubscout!

I shudder to think of the dysfunctional family that needs to proclaim twice:

I'm NOT proud of our juvenile delinquent. and
I'm NOT proud of our juvenile delinquent either!



I think it's wonderful that all the parts on the Lego people are interchangeable.
Need a hammer?
Yeah I left mine in my other legs.