Wednesday, April 22, 2015

She Writes...She Scores!

It's official...Nat is a writer.  Last week we got the call she won first place for her age division in the St. Louis County Library's Write Stuff writing contest for her story titled, Pigs in Space.  It was truly a dream come true as she has been trying to get others to read her stories since she was five years old.  While she was happy to collect her $50 prize, the bigger thrill came from being able to call herself a published author. Her piece is featured on the library's kids blog.

Friday, April 17, 2015

Deep Thoughts From Noah #60

After watching the new trailer for Star Wars: The Force Awakens...

"Han looks old and wrinkly, but Chewy still looks good."

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

You're a Good Man, Steve Felgenhauer

While many were scrambling to get their taxes filed on time, our family was celebrating...not taxes, mind you.  We were toasting Steve as today he turned 48.

Natalie had clear ideas for what we needed to do to show our affections.

"I'm going to make him a coupon good for free whoopins," she declared.
"For you or him?" I asked
"He can give me one," said Nat.
(Clearly, she's never been the recipient of a whoopin.)

Nat also wanted me to pick up some Charlie Brown favorites because she often hears her Dad interject phrases from C.B. shows into conversations. Easy enough as Family Video had several options and all were shelved in their free kid movie section.  For dinner, while the kids and I had pizza, Steve was "happier than a pig in poop" enjoying catfish and jalapeno hush puppies from King Edward's.  Afterwards we sang happy birthday, but Noah would only let Natalie put one candle on the pie because he worried more than that might send our home into flames.

Steve didn't say much, but his clean plate and smiles (more than I've ever captured in our nearly 13 years of marriage) assured me it was the best 48th birthday he's ever had.

You're a Good Man, Steve Felgenhauer

Happy Birthday!

Cowabunga,'s a birthday tree
compliments of Noah and Natalie

Homemade coconut cream pie...though I'll admit I bought ready-made graham cracker crust.

Girl Scout cookies taste better when you know most of the planet has already 
consumed theirs and have to wait till next year for more.

Wednesday, April 8, 2015

Musings From Natalie #112

Natalie: Mom, what's your job?
Me: Chief Bottle-washer
Natalie: What does that mean?
Steve: (interjects from the other room) It means your mom has the toughest job. She's the glue that holds our family together.
Natalie: I get it... 'cause we are like a puzzle and sometimes we don't all fit.

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

Pigs in Space

by Natalie

Natalie recently submitted, Pigs in Space, for the St. Louis County Library's Write Stuff contest.  The rules required that it be typed and 250-500 words (it was tough for her to keep it so brief).  She also needed to insert the following words into the piece: "I pulled back the paper and there you were." While typing is new for her and the process is slow (Natalie told me, "Writing is like carefully unwrapping a delicious piece of candy.") she enjoyed it and seemed to produce work with far greater detail than she ever has by writing things out by hand. However, after submitting her piece, she decided it needed a few a table of contents and artwork. 

I can’t believe our owner is going to space!” squealed Gracie. 

“It would be cool to study Mars,” said Gerty. 

“What do they eat?” asked Fred.

“Kids, we are not going to space,” said Mr. Pig.

“We are just plain, old guinea pigs,” said Mrs. Pig. 

“But, said Gerty.

“NO BUTS,” yelled Mr. Pig, “WE ARE NOT ASTRONAUTS! NOW GO TO BED!”                                                        

The pigs scrambled to their favorite pile of wood shavings and fell asleep very fast. But when the cage was very quiet they leaped out and tumbled into their owner’s lunchbox. 

“It smells like a tuna sandwich,” said Gracie holding her nose.

Gerty and Gracie went to sleep by an apple, but Fred had other plans. He bounced onto a bag of potato chips. He tried to open the bag 17 times! Finally he belly flopped on the bag and POP! Potato chips flew everywhere.  It was so loud his sisters woke up.

"AAAHH!" Said Gerty and Gracie.

 “WHAT ON EARTH?” asked the owner.

“Mr. Burny,” said the owner’s partner, Mr. Kean, “we aren’t on earth anymore.”
“FRED!” said Gerty. 

“Mmmmhhh!” said Fred

“He’s in the bag!” said Gracie.

RRRRIIIPP! Went the bag.

“How did you find me with your tiny paws?” asked Fred.
“Well, I peeled back the paper and there you were,” said Gerty.                               


“The lunchbox is opening!” yelled Gracie.

“AHHHHH!” said Fred and Gerty.

The pigs raced to the apple and hid.  The owner picked up the big potato chip mess. Then he spotted the apple. He picked up it up and looked on all sides to check for bruises. Then he spotted the pigs.

“OH DEAR!” said the owner.


Mr. Bark is the owner’s boss. The owner hid the pigs in his lunchbox again.

“I…I will sir!” Then he whispered, “I’ll take you to the moon without my boss knowing,” said the owner.

“Ya, hear that?” said Gerty “we are going to the moon!”