If only...

The Recipe For Michelle

3 parts Glamour 2 parts Wit 1 part Rebellion Splash of Ambition Finish off with an olive

I think they got the rebellion part right, and I can only hope to have that much wit...but no matter how I stretch it glamorous does not come to mind. Certainly not in my clogs, heart socks, cords and turtleneck. The sweater doesn't even match. Sigh...

On the other hand, I think they got Math Man spot on:

The Recipe For Math Man

3 parts Delight 2 parts Cleverness 1 part Impishness Splash of Imagination Finish off with whipped cream

What's the Recipe for Your Personality?

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Kathryn tried it, too. She sounds more like herself!

Raining Potatoes Alert

The weather warmed up to a balmy nearly freezing today, so we ventured forth to ski and otherwise frolic in the snow. Barnacle Boy has been eyeing the tubing hill all week, and tonight seemed like a great time to take advantage of it (or at any rate better than last night when it was twenty below by this time). Alas, after the rollicking downhill runs of today, tubing seemed rather tame to my team. I was glad I trekked over there, though - otherwise I never would have seen the sign:

Watch out for descending tubers!

Fairy Fights

With temps not breaking zero today, skiing was not in the cards for the team. Crash and the Boy took a dip in the tub, they emerged literally steaming in the sunlight - with icicles hanging off the Boy's bangs. Looking at 20 acres of pristine snow out the back windows, Crash was longing to have a huge snowball fight. I dutifully suited up to do battle after lunch. "How's the snow?" I inquired as arrived at the battlefield. "Not so good," he mourned. I picked up a handful, carefully tried to pack it and threw it with all my might at Crash. No satisfying thunk as it hit the target. Instead it looked like I was sprinkling fairy dust over my son.

We ended up taking a 45 minute hike through the field, down to the still flowing creek and around the old summer camp house. Only one set of prints to be seen out there besides ours. Even the animals are hunkered down for the duration.

Crash-ing Temps

It's -13^oF here and it's not even the coldest part of the night yet. After a frigid afternoon of skiing (even Barnacle Boy was cold enough to put on long underwear), Crash thought a dip in the outdoor hot tub was in order. Since he couldn't go alone, I reluctantly volunteered to put on my jacket and oversee his soak. "You'd be warmer in the water," he offered. He was right, better in the water and warm than shivering in a jacket. But it was so cold that when I ran my wet hands through my hair, it froze in about a minute. Crash admired the clarity of the sky and the stars, I alas, had left glasses inside, so could see only a blur. When my eyelashes froze together I declared an end to the time in the tub.

But I'd do it again...

Prime Time with Barnacle Boy

The boys and I are in Vermont, house and cat sitting for friends. Yesterday we went skiing (the ski boot acts just like a cast, no lateral motion...whee, I can ski!) and as I got on the lift with Barnacle Boy he checked out our chair number, promptly mused about it's significance (25, a perfect square); the total number of chairs on the lift (113, prime); and then dove into the topic at the top of his mind: "There are more composite than prime numbers. Have we talked about this already?" "Uh, no." At least not precisely this topic - last year it was evens and odds! I think his statement isn't correct, that the same proof that applies to evens and odds (there are the same number) applies to this question, but my real analysis is too far in the past. Where's Cantor (or Math Man) when you need him?