Aloha Friday: Classic Books To Reread

I recently finished reading TheBloggess’ book, Let’s Pretend This Never Happened (review coming soon).  While going through some boxes, I found the motherlode of science-fiction and fantasy.  All of my old books that I poured over years ago were in there.  While most of it happens to be by Isaac Asimov, my favorite science-fiction author, one fantasy book caught my eye: The Hobbit.  I read The Hobbit a long, long time ago.  Given that the movie is coming out in December, I figured that I should reread the story of Bilbo Baggins, Galdalf and the Dwarves.

My Aloha Friday question for today is: What book are you due to reread?

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Aloha Friday by Kailani at An Island Life

Aloha #146

The #DisneySMMoms Report: A Wild Time Trekking Through Africa, Part 3

As we left the Boma on our Wild Africa Trek, we got back into our special safari vehicle and rejoined the path.

First, we found some rhinos.

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Um, some rhinos.

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Ok, here is where I get huge photographer-envy for our tour guides.  They have not only the great camera and lens, but the knowledge of where to position themselves to get the great shots.

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Next up was the lion.  Usually, when we go on the Kilimanjaro Safari, we see the lion’s rock cropping and no lions.  It doesn’t help that lions sleep over 20 hours every day.  And talk about stereotypical male fantasy.  The female lions do all the hunting while the guys take it easy.  The males will then eat what the females brought them and mate with the females in their pack.  The only thing the male lions need to worry about is a bigger, stronger lion taking over his spot and kicking him out.  That lion would then kill all of the other lion’s kids and claim the females as his own.  I’ll take my day job over a lion’s life any day!

Back to the trek, though.  We drove up to a spot that the normal tours don’t go so we were able to see the two lions – brother and sister – as they lounged on the rocks.  Again, my camera took nice photos, but the guide’s camera got up close and personal.

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We drove on and saw some more sights, but all-too-soon, I saw the familiar geysers that signal the end of Kilimanjaro Safari.  Usually, on the safari ride, your tour guide begins driving fast and erratically as you try to catch some poachers who stole a baby elephant.  Instead, we were let in on a little secret.  A new resident is coming to the Kilimanjaro Safari.  Of all of the African animals, one very famous one is missing: Zebras.  They have some that are almost ready to make their debut, though.  (Sure enough, when we went on a Kilimanjaro Safari the next day, the "poacher" elements had already been removed to begin preparing the area for zebras.)

Disembarking from our vehicle, we walked back to our starting point.  Once there, we were given the chance to donate a portion of the proceeds from the trek towards lions, elephants, rhinos, or to the general Disney World conservation fund.  Yes, when you pay a fee to take the trek, you don’t just get an amazing experience, you don’t just get to see fantastic animals up close, but you get to help save them as well.  I put my stone in the lion area since NHL’s favorite animal is the lion.

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After this, we got a commemorative pin to signify that we completed the Trek.  Finally, it was time to collect our items from our lockers and it was time to head out.  Before we did that, though, we took one last group photo.

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I left the trek feeling a bit sad.  It was so much fun travelling through Africa talking with my trek-mates that I didn’t want it to end.  I would definitely recommend the Wild Africa Trek to anyone who can handle the hike, loves animals, and wants to get a closer look at them.

Disclaimer: We paid for our own trip to Disney World to attend the Disney Social Media Moms Celebration. Though we were given an incredible deal from Disney, they never asked us to blog about this event. All opinions expressed above are my own.

Note: To see all of my posts on DisneySMMoms 2012, go here.

Explaining The Political Process Kiddie Style

voteformeWe spent some time at the library over the weekend.  While there, the boys got a prize for reading (thank you summer reading program), they played on the computer, and we picked up some videos to watch.  Oh yes, and we got some more books to read.

One of these books, Vote For Me by Ben Clanton, seemed at first to be a very typical kids book.  I figured it would be full of colorful drawings, funny sayings and a moral at the end.  Little did I realize that, in addition to the drawings, sayings, and moral, it would showcase just how the political process works.

Both parties, the Donkey and the Elephant, begin the race mostly above the board.  They try to appeal to the voters to choose them as the most fit for office.

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As they try explain what they promise to give to voters, if elected, the snipes come in more and more.

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Soon, it’s an all out mud-fest with names being hurled almost as much as mud.

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Oh sure, perhaps the names that grown up politicians use aren’t "smelly pants" or "snot-sucker", but let’s be honest, they may as well be.

Here, the book strays from the political reality of today and heads back into "kiddie fantasy land."  You see, the Donkey and Elephant decide to make up and be friends.  This sort of bipartisanship is all too rare today.  (Even rarer is what happens at the end, but I won’t spoil that.)

This is definitely a good book to read to kids, but I don’t think we should stop there.  This book should be required reading for any politician running for public office.  Then, when they decide to engage in some mud slinging, they can be sat down, forced to show just what page they were copying, and told to sit in a "time out chair" until they apologize to their opponent.

Oh, who am I kidding?  They’d probably read the book and find a way to call their opponent a "snot-sucker."  Let’s stick to reading this to the kids.  At least they have a shot of learning the book’s moral.

Want to learn more?  Head on over to B’s post today about the very same book.  I promise we won’t be slinging any mud between us.

Waste of Food

wasteOn Saturday night, we went out to dinner.  It was pretty much an uneventful dinner and my eggplant parmesan tasted pretty good.  It was a big portion, however, so I decided to save half for another day.  At the time, I figured I was being frugal.  The cost of the one dinner would pay for two meals.

The curve ball came after the kids were in bed.  My stomach began cramping bad and… well, let’s just say other "symptoms" manifested which I won’t go into here to keep this from going TMI.  B told me that obviously we were going to toss out my leftover eggplant.  Even while in the midst of my possible food poisoning, the frugal part of my brain protested.  "It might not be the eggplant," it reasoned.  "It’s a shame to waste the food," it declared.

No, I’m not going to eat it.  Yes, I’m going to toss it.  Yes, I understand that I’m better off tossing the food than risking another bout of whatever-that-was.  That frugal part of my brain is still protesting that I’m contributing an awful crime of food waste by doing so, though.

The next day, for dinner, I made the boys grilled cheese sandwiches.  This is usually a safe bet, especially with picky JSL.  Grilled cheese holds a place of honor on his all-too-short list of foods that he will eat.  I even let him pick the cheese: provolone, or as he calls it "circle cheese."

I made the grilled cheese, put it by his spot (along with a sandwich for his brother), and called the boys over.  NHL ate his and asked for another (which he ate).  JSL protested.  This wasn’t what he wanted!  The cheese doesn’t taste good!  It’s the wrong color!  We spent the next hour with him pleading for "something else" and with us telling him that he couldn’t ask for one thing and then decide, after it was cooked, that he really wanted something else.

He never did eat his grilled cheese and so, as I write this the night before this post goes live, it sits here destined for the garbage.  Even though I’m full and even with my weakened stomach, that frugal part of my brain is trying to convince me to eat his sandwich so it doesn’t go to waste.

Do you feel guilty when you throw out food?

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