Showing posts from August 1, 2010

Not Ready

I am not ready for school to start.  Don't get me wrong.  I want them out of the house so it will be at least be a little quieter here.  But let's weigh the pros and cons here.  During the summer we can sleep in.  During the school year we have to get up at 7...don't even get me started with early morning seminary.  I have another year before that!  During the school year we have homework and projects...oh the projects!  Last year it seemed we had them coming out our ears.  I wanted to shove the projects down the teachers throats write a letter concerning the work load.  In the summer, we can come and go as we please.

During the school year, there are less fights during the day.  During the school year you always remember the date and the day of the week.  During the school year you can go shopping with less children or if you are lucky enough NONE!  During the school year...this is why I am not ready this year.  I am burnt out on it.  The battles, the tears, the pressures…

Orange You Glad...

When Kristin was just about 2 or 3 years old, she became obsessed with knock knock jokes.  I can't remember what started it.  Surely, it wasn't me!  I am positive it had to have been from Elmo or Blue.  Or one of her other friends at the time.  I would tell her all the normal ones.  "Knock Knock" "Who's there?"  "Water."  Water who?"  "water you doing?" Etc.  But my favorite was to tell her the orange the joke!  You know the one...  Knock Knock Who's there? Banana Banana Who? Knock Knock Who's there? Banana. Banana Who? Knock Knock Who's there? Orange. Orange Who? Orange you glad I didn't say banana!?
Kristin had her own variation...
Knock knock Who's there? Banana Banana Who? Knock Knock Who's there? Banana Banana Who? Knock knock Who's there? Orange Orange who? Orange you glad I didn't say PEACH!
Best joke ever!!!
Kristin at age 2.  December 1997 This post was written with the full consent of Kristin. ***********************…

Gold Fish Ectomy

There has been a lot of talk about surgery in our house.  Of course the shoulder surgery has been postponed so the talk is kind of dwindling for now.  But before the news of the post-ponement, Ryan began telling wild tales.  Tales of when he was a "little kid."  Monday, he was in particularly good form.

Ryan:  There was a little fish in me when I was just two. 
Me:  A fish?
Ryan:  Yeah.
Me:  How big was it?
Ryan:  It was this big. (Holding his fingers close together)
Me:  Was it a goldfish?
Ryan:  (dramatic pause)  Yeah it was.
Me:  So how did the doctor get it out?
Ryan:  The doctor had to do surgery on my arm.
Me:  He did?
Ryan:  Yeah.  He had to cut it open (makes a cutting motion on his arm) and cut it to the bone to get the fish out.
Me:  Wow!  Did it hurt?
Ryan:  No, it didn't even hurt.
Me:  Were you awake?
Ryan:  No they told me to go to sleep.
Me:  Did they get the fish out?
Ryan:  No, it was in the other arm.
Me:  Oh no!
Ryan:  Yeah but they got it out of that…

Where's The Beef!?

I've got a beef or two.  And I think it is perfect for STICKY TUESDAY!  Rich was scheduled to have surgery on his shoulder for a torn rotators cuff and a few other things going on with it.  I say was, because he is diabetic and the doctor isn't comfortable doing the surgery until Rich's blood sugars are in better control.  But, we still had to go through the wait and the appointment before this decision was made.

What in the WORLD???

Have you ever just seen something...anything...and thought, "What in the world!?"  Or maybe "What the heck!?"  How about....What the...FRENCH TOAST!?  I mean what else is there to say when you see this?

The gal that does this, says the dog is happy and loves the attention.  Does this animal look happy to you?  It is one thing to put a little scarf or even a little shirt to keep a smaller dog warm in the winter months.  But this is too much.  At least in my highly regarded humble opinion it is.  Yes, she does do regular grooming and has awards.  But I still have to say...WHAT IN THE WORLD???

Is it okay to do this to an animal?   Do you think the animals are truly happy?  It kind of reminds me of my post about Toddlers and Tiaras.  Just like the babies, the dogs have no voice of their own.  I guess they could bite the person doing it!  What is your take?