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Last week was Ana's birthday party.
May. 28th, 2010 02:18 pm
It DID NOT RAIN, so why her friends from school didn't show, I don't know. I know some people on SI don't like to leave the island, but seriously, you can't call?
But we had fun anyway with Michele and her kids and Kimberley and HER kids.
We saw the ducklings in the pond by the Hunger Memorial! (The President of Ireland was there, with, like, no security whatsoever, I guess because there's no terrorism in Ireland or... wait... no, actually, I don't know why there was so little security.) They were so cute!
We also saw the little kids feeding the ducks, ignoring the sign that says not to do that. (Okay, the sign pertains to the fish, but same diff.) Here's the thing: It's one thing if you feed the ducks a little bit and wait until all the food is eaten before giving some more. It's not GOOD for them, but neither will it kill them if this is an occasional treat for the birds (although in a busy park like BPC, it's best to refrain). However, if you fill the pond with food and it doesn't get eaten it's going to mold and spread disease. Poor ducklings!
I also saw the little kids who wanted to pet the ducklings, and kept reaching over to do so. Stupid! I wanted to toss them in the water.
No, that wouldn't be fair. They obviously didn't know better. I wanted to give them a stern look and tell them firmly to knock it off. And then I wanted to shove their father in the water. At least, I think it was their father. It could've been just some guy, and that would've been awkward. So nobody got thrown in the water, even though they deserved it mightily.
And I had leftover frosting so I added some more butter (it was a cream cheese frosting, but with strained sheep yogurt instead - Jenn pointed out it's much cheaper and yummier to strain yogurt than to buy goat cheese, so I think I'll do that more often now!) and cocoa and made another cake a few days ago. I love baking cakes!
Seriously, don't feed wild ducks your table scraps.
But we had fun anyway with Michele and her kids and Kimberley and HER kids.
We saw the ducklings in the pond by the Hunger Memorial! (The President of Ireland was there, with, like, no security whatsoever, I guess because there's no terrorism in Ireland or... wait... no, actually, I don't know why there was so little security.) They were so cute!
We also saw the little kids feeding the ducks, ignoring the sign that says not to do that. (Okay, the sign pertains to the fish, but same diff.) Here's the thing: It's one thing if you feed the ducks a little bit and wait until all the food is eaten before giving some more. It's not GOOD for them, but neither will it kill them if this is an occasional treat for the birds (although in a busy park like BPC, it's best to refrain). However, if you fill the pond with food and it doesn't get eaten it's going to mold and spread disease. Poor ducklings!
I also saw the little kids who wanted to pet the ducklings, and kept reaching over to do so. Stupid! I wanted to toss them in the water.
No, that wouldn't be fair. They obviously didn't know better. I wanted to give them a stern look and tell them firmly to knock it off. And then I wanted to shove their father in the water. At least, I think it was their father. It could've been just some guy, and that would've been awkward. So nobody got thrown in the water, even though they deserved it mightily.
And I had leftover frosting so I added some more butter (it was a cream cheese frosting, but with strained sheep yogurt instead - Jenn pointed out it's much cheaper and yummier to strain yogurt than to buy goat cheese, so I think I'll do that more often now!) and cocoa and made another cake a few days ago. I love baking cakes!
Seriously, don't feed wild ducks your table scraps.
