Tuesday, April 22, 2008

I wonder if it is a coincidence that I read this story last week.


I'm wondering because last night as we were walking by the frozen waffles, the Chief was dive bombed by a bird. Yes. He was pooped on right there on the hand in the frozen food section.

He was not amused.

He was the only one.

Monday, April 21, 2008

A pig in a pot.

Murph took his first step on Easter, and has been getting more confident every day since then. He's now is officially a walker. If he's crawling it's only because he is too far from something to pull himself into a standing position.

He also has a new thing where if you find him doing something he isn't supposed to do, he will yell at you before you get the chance to yell at him. He raises his little fist and does his best to shake it at you, as if to say, "How DARE you catch me doing this!"

He's very adverturous. You can't turn your back for more than a minute or he is long gone. Usually to torment the wonderpup, but sadly that isn't all he's been doing.

I was certainly hoping that it would take a little longer than this, but Murph has discovered the toilet.

Oh how I wish he was potty training himself, but it seems that is still a ways off.

He's potty training his toys instead.
Should I be alarmed that Murph's little shirt and hand was wet when I discovered this?

Friday, April 18, 2008

Note to self while watching Transporter 2 (again)

Dear Self,

If you ever find your self becoming a member of a band of unseedy characters, and are asked to join your comrades in attacking one guy.... Don't underestimate him. And for the love of GOD! Don't wait to attack him one by one! Rush in there at the same time! There is safety in numbers.

Remember, there is no I in Team, but there are definitely a couple in "ass kicking"

Thursday, April 10, 2008

A what barn?

So yesterday I was having a normal conversation with a friend from a west coast state. You may recall that I am a mid-westerner, more specifically a proud Hoosier currently living in the "Land of Lincoln".

For once that was not a digression, but actually relevant to the topic.

Anywho....We were talking about lack of storage space and how more was always needed. I said, "Ideally I would have at least a 3 car garage and probably a pole barn"

To which she said, "A WHAT barn? Sorry you lost me"

Did I lose any of you?

I had no idea that other people didn't call those multi purpose buildings with aluminum siding "pole barns". So I decided to ask a few Lincolnians if they knew what I was talking about. They did not.

I had the same feeling I did my freshman year when talking to my college roommate. I told her that when I was little I was "Dutchy".

Lose you on that one too?

Dutchy is what you call a little kid with a speech issue. It's not meant to mock the residents of Holland. I'm not really sure where it came from to be honest.

For example: I couldn't say L sounds so I said Yuve for Love, or Yucky for Lucky. My dad was Dutchy too. He said Tair Tep instead of Stair Step. Don't worry. Dad and I both got over our issues, turns out he had hearing issues, and well who knows what my issue was. But a little time in speech therapy cured me!

So I'm wondering if anyone else has ever run into this "regionalization" of terms. I would love to hear some examples!

And for the record, a pole barn is where you would keep your shop, classic car, horse, derby car, dirt bike, tractor, hay bales, four-wheeler, or anything else you might not be able to fit into your garage.

And no, it's NOT the same thing as a regular barn. Those have wood for siding.


Monday, April 07, 2008

What dog breed are you? I'm a Bulldog! Find out at Dogster.com

Just because I don't want to be left out of the pack....

Of course I would be the short, stocky, stubby-legged dog.

I guess I should be thankful that at least I'm not a "yippy" dog.