Friday, July 31, 2009

Vocabulary Lesson

Lil' Wingnut tends to be a bit of a pest in the van. I'm already a white knuckle driver as it is. There is only so much, "Mama? Place request here" a woman can take while captive in a twelve passenger van in DC traffic. Very often I'll hand him my iPhone and let him play one of the games his daddy has uploaded on to it for him especially for those occasions when we are trapped in the van with him.

His newest game is a cute little free app called "Waterslide." Lil' Wingnut loves waterslides and discovered the new game almost immediately after it was handed to him. The point of the game is to maneuver your player down the slide picking up diamonds and avoiding obstacles as quickly as you can, without falling off. Lil' started off pretty well at first and then his man fell off the slide. As he fell the man let out a terrific yell. For some reason, Lil' Wingnut and Special K found this very funny and began to laugh hysterically. The game then deteriorated into getting the man to fall off the slide a quickly as possible so they could hear him scream. They then experimented with having the lady character fall off the slide. The two of them were in absolute stitches over this and you know how that goes, the rest of us were in stitches listening to them giggle.

Later that day, Lil' Wingnut was describing his new game to one of his sisters, "The man goes on the waterslide and then he falls off and he screams. It is so hilarious!"

Hilarious? What three year old uses the word hilarious? That is so hilarious!

P.S. Don't forget to leave a comment on Wednesday's post for your chance to win the latest issue of Cook's Country.
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Thursday, July 30, 2009

Small Stuff


Do you ever have a week in which you do a lot, but never really get anything accomplished? This has been one of those weeks for me. Thankfully, the good folks at Faith & Family Live encourage us moms to not sweat the small stuff. Head on over and take a peek and possibly leave a list of your little accomplishments.

1) We are in the living room, if you fly with the Flylady. Unfortunately, so far this week I've only accomplished one small mission in our living room. I went couch diving and cleaned under all the cushions of the couches. It's quite fun to discover what has been lurking there all these months. I found the missing mate to one of my favorite pairs of earrings, Lil' Wingnut's belt that had been missing since December, lots of little lego guys, and what seemed like hundreds of Starburst wrappers. Someone around here needs to find where the garbage can is kept! LOL

2) I am up this morning at 5:30. Yes, 5:30 people! I'm taking Stat Boy up to the chapel for Mass and then he is heading with the youth group to Hershey Park for the day. 5:30! I have a wonderful friend (she also writes this wonderful blog) who gets up this early every weekday and goes to Mass. She's a living saint, or at least striving very hard to be one.

3) Our oldest is learning to drive and will begin driver's ed next week. I had promised I would NEVER take any of our children out driving, but necessity dictated that I must. I put in two hours with Karate Kid behind the wheel this week. She's doing a great job. I, on the other hand, need to work on my white knuckle clutching of the dashboard, frantic directions, and panicked facial expressions.

Hope you have a wonderful rest of the week. Hang in there and remember every little bit counts!
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Wednesday, July 29, 2009

A Little Country Cooking and a Give Away


I've been a supporter of the Cooks Illustrated Magazine almost since its inception in 1993. A very good friend, and fantastic home cook introduced me to the magazine while we were living in Okinawa and a whole new world opened up for me. The company has grown over the years to publish two magazines, compilation cook books, sister websites to their magazines, and now has two cooking series on PBS-America's Test Kitchen and Cook's Country.

What we all love about the magazines, websites, and shows is that they take a scientific approach to cooking and are willing to take you through the steps they discovered to make every recipe the best recipe for that particular dish. Wingnut and the kids also enjoy reading the magazines and finding out why you would use baking powder rather than baking soda in particular recipes, why you don't want to mix your pancake batter until it is smooth, what is the difference between all-purpose flour and cake flour, etc.

The latest issue from Cook's Country is a real winner. We've tried four recipes from it already and each was absolutely fantastic. This last weekend we had a little dinner party and I made the South Carolina Boil. It was an absolute hit! Karate Kid followed the instructions for making better salsa and it was the best she'd ever made. She also made the Angel Food Cake recipe for dessert. I've never even made Angel Food Cake. It was the best Angel Food Cake I'd ever eaten. Last evening we tried their version of easy chicken tacos. Quick, easy, and absolutely delicious!

So, I'm all about sharing my love for cooking, and what better way to do that than to offer a give away. Just leave a comment on today's post telling us all your absolute favorite dish to cook. A randomly chosen winner will receive their very own copy of the latest issue of Cook's Country. Entries will be open until 8 p.m. on Sunday, August 2nd(one entry per person, please) and the winner will be announced here on Monday. Good luck and happy cooking!

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Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Move Over Steffi Graff

Our town has a thing for pool and tennis club memberships and folks around here take their clubs very seriously and are ferociously loyal to their particular club. Membership dues are paid and depending on which club your family belongs to, the summer is filled with free or low cost swimming and/or tennis lessons, swim team, tennis team, and various socials. We enjoy our club, but are not what I would call pool rats, hanging out at the pool all the live long day. Still, it is nice knowing the pool is there anytime we need a dip.

For the last three years our children have really enjoyed the tennis lessons offered by our club. Our older two are currently taking the intermediate lessons and the next three are in the beginner class. I usually stay and watch the younger three, as Special K is still a little young-un and not what I would call super predictable when it comes to "classroom" behavior.

This year the club hired one of it's very own long time members as the tennis coach. He's a young kid, just nineteen and just recently completed his first year of college. I remember him taking lessons as a pre-teen and his mom told me he's been taking tennis and swimming at our club since he was three. I have to tell you, the club could not have chosen anyone better suited to teach these kids. This young man is running an awesome program and my kids are having a blast. I'm especially impressed by the way he "handles" the little kids. He is incredibly sweet and gentle, as well as positive and encouraging with the littlest tennis students. Special K thinks he is the absolute bomb! Her tennis game is even improving by leaps and bounds and I have witnessed, on several occasions, her hit the ball over the net and onto the opposite court for a point. Bravo!

Coach M. showing Special K how to hold her racket properly.


She smacked that one over the net.


This one is looking pretty promising too.
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Monday, July 27, 2009

Oozing Prince Charming


Lil' Wingnut is a little charmer and will someday make some nice girl a wonderful husband. He is constantly telling us gals how pretty we are. Just the other day he had this to say:

"Mama, you a princess. When I grow up and I'm a king, I'm going to marry you. You a pretty, pretty princess."

Buttering it on a bit thick? Maybe. I'm still keeping this little guy around as long as I can. Every gal needs to be a princess to someone, even if he is a three year old.
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Saturday, July 25, 2009

A Little ABBA in the Family Van

Some slightly fractured lyrics by our 7 year old:

See me
Look at that scene
I am the Dancing Queen


It's awful cute, even the 50th time through the chorus.
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Friday, July 24, 2009

Blogging about Other People's Blogs

I came across a trio of blogs through a friend on Facebook. All three are written by the same disturbed soul, Ry Guy, and they make me laugh out loud.

The first is a blog exclusively devoted to a guy we actually know from our three years in Okinawa. Dominic Makes Me Angry is filled with short little quips about Dominic and his many foibles (all imagined, of course).

Duck With a Gun is exactly that, a blog with cartoons, composed and drawn by the author, frequently featuring ducks and/or guns.

Lastly, Steak Rules, is a more varied blog in which the author addresses current events, writes hysterical movie reviews, and offers his own brand of twisted wisdom.

If you get a chance, take a peek and I dare you not to find something utterly amusing about any one of the three. I think the older I get, the more warped my sense of humor becomes. Let me know if you think I am completely off my rocker.
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Thursday, July 23, 2009

Medical Update

My appointment went very well. Thank you for all your prayers. I feel like I expressed the problem very clearly and the doctor even asked me for my ideas and suggestions. He was a bit incredulous with my "it's hormones" and did offer "medication" to alleviate the problem, but seemed glad I preferred to wait until physical causes could be ruled out first. I now need to go for a full lab work up and a complete physical and hopefully we can get to the bottom of this. I will keep you posted. Blessings!
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Three Cheers for Mom!


Have you been on top of things this week? Or have you just gotten the very smallest things done? Either way, you deserve a pat on the back! Hop on over to Faith & Family Live and leave your link on their Small Successes post.

1) Wingnut and I took the whole family hiking and fossil hunting this last weekend. Saturday we spent the morning exploring along the Patuxent River while hiking the Savage Mill trail, where the kids caught tadpoles, skipped rocks, and got some much needed fresh air and exercise. On Sunday we headed further south along the Chesapeake Bay and spent some time combing the beach of Flag Pond Park for sharks teeth, shells, and other fossils.

2) I made a much needed appointment to see the doctor about the increasingly sleepless nights I've been having. I'll be bringing my journal and my NFP charts. I'm hoping and praying the doc will hear me out and not go for the quick fix. I've also begun taking a good multi-vitamin, reduced my caffeine intake, and gave up my evening glass of red wine in hopes that it may help.

3) Its bedroom week if you fly with the FlyLady. The main area of our room stays fairly neat and tidy, as I look at it as my sanctuary from chaos, so I've been focusing on clearing out the clutter and reorganizing our walk-in closet. I think Wingnut will be pleasantly surprised when he returns from his trip later tonight and finds he can actually find things in the closet :-)
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Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Three is Shaping Up to be Just as Terrific as Two


It is finished. Lil' Wingnut is completely potty trained AND weaned! Potty training was an absolute cinch. It helps that he is a pretty smart little cookie and loves any kind of praise, what-so-ever. Weaning turned out to be a cinch, too. I just sat the little guy down and let him know that he is now three and too big to nurse any more. He did try to charm me. He did try to cajole me. He did try to guilt me. But I stood firm. He really is remarkably reasonable for a three year old.

We have concluded that Lil' Wingnut is indeed allergic to dairy, not just lactose intolerant. So far it has not been that difficult to remedy. Thanks to the wisdom of those that have tread before me (Tonya), I am substituting rice milk in all our baked goods, pancakes, waffles and whatnot. Rice milk is a terrific substitute and actually makes cakes and brownies more moist than if I had used cow's milk. The little guy isn't too keen on drinking it straight, but I can't really blame him. It does taste a bit strange.

Ice cream is an easy fix, as well. He likes the So Delicious soy ice cream as long as we make it "special" by adding sprinkles. I've tried it and it isn't too bad. Sorbet is also an excellent option, especially chocolate.

Cheese seems to be the real problem. He really likes his cheese and this has been a real sacrifice for him. Lil' Wingnut loves pizza and lasagna and mac-n- cheese. I've been peeling the cheese off of his pizza, but I'm still at a loss as to what to do about all the wonderful fall and winter dishes I make that feature cheese. Suggestions would be greatly appreciated!
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Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Free Marriage Advice

I'll tell you the most important lesson I've learned in 18 years of marriage: Take a deep breath and make a heartfelt apology. It really works wonders on anger and irritation and diffuses tension like nobody's business. Believe me, you cannot make an argument that works so well as an apology. This does not make you a doormat. It makes you a peacemaker.

"Blessed are the peacemakers; for they shall be called the children of God." Matthew 5:9

Updated:
Funny, this advice works for siblings that have had a "knock-down-drag-out", as well as for married folks.
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Monday, July 20, 2009

Tennis, Anyone?

We've got a busy day ahead of us today-tennis, flute lessons, taekwando, etc. I don't have much time to hang out here and write, so today I'm just posting a cute picture of my three little girls and Lil Wingnut all dressed up for "crazy day" at tennis. Have a blessed day!
Aren't they just the cutest?

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Saturday, July 18, 2009

Sunshine and Joy



Check out the marvelous gift my Grandmother presented me with while I was home on vacation. She hand pieced it herself more than 70 years ago. She was the houseguest of a homesteader in those days and the woman was piecing her quilts together during the long summer evenings on the homestead (makes one think of the Little House series). She asked my Grandmother if she'd like to learn quilting and my Grandmother told her she thought she might make a square pillow. Low and behold, the evenings were very long and she did not stop at just a square.

This quilt once adorned my Dad's childhood bed and I grew up seeing and admiring it in the spare bedroom of my Grandmother's house. I was so thrilled to receive it, not only as an example of historic pioneer quilting, but also as it was made by her hands and means the world to me.

The colors are perfect for our bedroom. It is the only yellow piece in the room, but I absolutely adore yellow. I couldn't believe that the blues in the quilt complemented so perfectly the blues and whites of our decor. Yellow is a significant color for Scandinavians, as well--representing the long awaited sun after the long winter nights. This is an absolute treasure and brings me so much joy. I love seeing on my bed!
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Friday, July 17, 2009

Fear Not?

I hesitate to post this here, but I could really use the prayers and I know many of my readers are absolute prayer warriors. So here goes. I have been suffering from anxiety or panic attacks for nearly a year now. Worst of all, I can't explain why I am having them. I had my first on a night my husband was away and I had to call him at 3 am to have him "talk me down". They are almost always in the middle of the night. I wake up and begin having this overwhelming sense of fear. I'll take my pulse, but usually it is normal. I'll feel nauseated, tingly, light-headed and break out into a cold sweat. They usually last for 10-20 minutes and then it takes awhile longer to settle down enough to get back to sleep. The next day I feel exhausted and shaky.

I've been keeping track in a journal to see if maybe they are hormonally related. I'm not seeing a super strong pattern. I've also been tracking stressors and sometimes those do line up (husband gone on a long trip, misplaced child, getting lost in Baltimore, impending flight) but other nights there isn't an explainable stressor to trigger an attack.

Wingnut and I went to a movie last night. A nice, quiet, enjoyable evening out alone together and there I was in the theater having an attack. I could hardly concentrate on the film but I was finally able to get ahold of myself. It happened again last night, once we hit the hay. I hadn't been asleep an hour before I was up, pacing and taking deep calming breaths. I'll pray "Hail Marys" as well and that really seems to help.

I've finally made an appointment to see a doctor next week. I hope we can get to the bottom of this and that it isn't all in my mind. My mom suffered from panic attacks when I was a teen and so I think there may be a genetic factor at play, but this really is so unlike me and incredibly distressing to me. I'm always in control(can you say "control freak"?) and I hate having this feeling that I am not in control.

Please, please, please, say a prayer for me!
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Thursday, July 16, 2009

Way to Go Mom!


After three weeks of vacation from Small Successes, I am back with a vengeance. Join the fun and post your successes for the week at Faith & Family Live.

1) Its bathroom week if you fly with the FlyLady. I spent all week in the master bath deep cleaning and clearing out the closet and cupboards. When Wingnut returned from his trip to Moscow, Rome, and Ghana he remarked how the bathroom had that "just cleaned" scent. I think he likes that.

2) I finished the reading "On the Banks of Plum Creek" to my little girls. We are working our way through the entire "Little House" series and I am so glad we are continuing to make progress. I hope they are enjoying the read aloud as much as I am.

3) The children and I finally made it to the pool. I know, summer is half gone and we've made our first trip, but weather and vacations happen :-) Lil' Wingnut is an absolute nut in the pool. He was practically swimming at the end of the day. He has no trouble at all putting his entire head under the water and I finally had to drag him away as he was really getting a little too comfortable in the water. Have I mentioned he has just recently turned 3? I think we'll be looking into some winter swimming lessons for him.
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Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Angelic???

Something tells me our little guy will not be accused of being overly pious anytime soon. Here he is midway through evening prayers with the family, sound asleep. His sweet little hands are folded in prayer-I'll give him that. Hopefully his guardian angel finished praying the rosary for him. Print Friendly and PDF

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Thank Heaven for Great Grandmothers!

My grandmother, whom we affectionately call GG, has always been my hero. When I grow up, I want to be just like her. She is kind, generous, loyal, creative, mischievous, and her smile lights up a room. From her I learned the value of family and keeping alive our family traditions. When we were children she spoiled us rotten, just as all good grandmothers should. We didn't have eat our veggies, we could eat as much sugar as we could stomach, we could stay up as late as we liked, she always took us somewhere special, and she always had the cupboard stocked with Honeycombs for breakfast.

My siblings and I have been blessed to be able to introduce our grandmother to our children. The children just absolutely love her and have this innate sense that she is someone very special. Her house may be small, but even filled with eleven kids it doesn't feel crowded. She has an expansive yard with an absolutely gorgeous garden that the children love to explore, and her empty lot was perfect for a game of "family wiffle ball" on the 4th of July.

Some of my greatest and happiest childhood memories are entangled with the love and acceptance I received from my grandmother. On our trip home it was my hope that some of those happy times and memories might be experienced our children. I think we succeeded.
GG with her namesake, Oleander.


Special K has a special spot in her heart for GG.



GG with the eleven great grandchildren.
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Monday, July 13, 2009

The Coolest Train Set Ever!

Grandma L. has a brother with the coolest train set I've ever seen. He has set it up in his back yard and is still adding on to it over time. He built the scaffolding, bridges, and all the buildings by hand, placed each stone, and planted each tree. The set up is quite remarkable, and Lil' Wingnut was very impressed.




Lil' Wingnut was especially fascinated with the "train wreck" at the base of one of the bridges. He insisted on showing each of us the wreck and then would recite his version of what might have happened to that poor little engine.
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Sunday, July 12, 2009

The Big Four-O, Brother!

Today is my baby brother's 40th birthday. We were able to celebrate with him before heading home last Sunday. I surprised him with homemade Chipotle Buffalo Wings with all the trimmings, and our little sister made his very favorite Texas Chocolate Cake. Of course we could not let the milestone pass without teasing him just a tad. . .

He has always been full of hot air, among other things!


The kids got a real kick out the "old folks" gear they wrapped up as gifts for him.

Happy Birthday, ya old geezer!

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Saturday, July 11, 2009

The World as He Sees It

During our vacation I gave Lil' Wingnut a crack at taking some photos. He really enjoyed snapping away and at the end of the day it was fun to look through the pictures and see the day as he did. Never mind that I had to delete about 1000 snapshots of blurs, feet, sky, and various body parts that shall remain nameless, he actually has quite an eye and took some very lovely and interesting photos.

Believe it or not, this is me. I kind of like this picture. It makes me look like I'm 12 years old.

I love this photo of my brother listening to a crazy story told by my second cousin's husband. That rascal can really spin a yarn, especially if it's about his wife.

Here's another one of my brother. This is how the world looks from the dinner table.


Lil' Wingnut took several from this skewed position. Very cool.


Lil' Wingnut was fascinated by my college chum's knitting, and her bare feet.
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Friday, July 10, 2009

Diners, Drive-ins, and Domini's

Every trip to Spokane includes a visit to the local sandwich joint for the most unbelievable deli sandwiches. The bread is baked fresh each day at a local bakery and delivered in time for the lunch rush. The meat is sliced once ordered and piled high along with choice of cheese, mustard, horseradish, and/or mayonnaise. Domini's Sandwiches has been a Inland Empire staple since the 1950s and I have yet to find a place that can compare. Wingnut introduced me to his favorite sandwich shop when we were dating, 22 years ago, and now our kids are Domini-philes and cannot wait for the next trip back.

Popcorn is popped fresh and the bowl is bottomless. Very kid friendly.


Look at how thickly the bread is sliced. The crust is chewy and the interior is very tender.

The kids were cracking up over their inability to wrap their mouths around their lunch.


Stat Boy didn't happen to have the same problem. He is his Father's son :-o
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Thursday, July 9, 2009

What I Learned on Vacation

We are home. I am so glad we took this trip. Not only did we have an absolutely wonderful time, it became a learning experience for me. This is what I learned:

1) Our children are very resilient. Two weeks, in tight quarters, with 5 cousins, with lots of running around, and very little sleep and we did not have a single major episode or melt down. They were too busy having the time of their lives.

2) Entertaining 11 children does not have to cost a dime, other than the massive amounts of food. Every last activity we did was free. We hiked, we swam, we visited, we saw the sights, we ate, we celebrated, and we played together as one big family.

3) You really can watch too much Spongebob Squarepants.

4) I can survive on "brewed" coffee and non-dairy creamer. Who knew?

5) A three hour time difference really messes you up, seriously. Even after two weeks I was having a terrible time sleeping past 5 am and ended up getting, on average, about 5 hours of decent sleep a night--do not tell Wingnut! It took me 18 years to convince him I really do need at least 8 hours every night.

6) I can play a pretty mean game of "Family Football". I surprised my siblings and all my children with my ability to catch the ball and take out my much more athletically gifted baby sister.

7) I love my Mac. Working with a Windows machine for two weeks was so agonizingly painful. I'd rather stick a dagger in my eye than use a PC ever again.

8) My hometown is really breath-takingly beautiful in the summertime. I so enjoyed the mountains, farmland, flowers, and foliage. I'll tell you though, flying into Baltimore on Wednesday, I was taken aback by the beauty Maryland has to offer as well. It is so lush and green and clean. Lovely.

9) My family is really, really, really loud, especially when we are having fun.

10) My family is incredibly awesome. I knew that before this trip, but it cannot be said enough. I love each and every one of them and love their unique personalities. This was such a fantastic trip home. I feel so very blessed.

More photos to post in coming days, once I have them uploaded on my lovely Mac.
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Tuesday, July 7, 2009

The Magical, Mystical, Farwell Tour

All good things must come to an end, and that includes vacations. I always dread the last couple days of my visits back home. They are always filled with farewells, tears, and uncertainty; uncertainty over whether I will be blessed enough to see some of my family members in this lifetime again. During this visit, one of our very favorite great aunts passed away after a long struggle with Alzheimers. Prayers for the repose of the soul of my Great Auntie Lil would be greatly appreciated.

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Monday, July 6, 2009

"Help Me Obi-Wan Kenobi! You're My Only Hope!"

We had a wonderful 4th of July, filled with family, food, fun and fireworks. Here in Spokane it was always our family tradition to head to Riverfront Park to watch the fireworks. This year we took the gang of eleven plus one to the campus on Gonzaga University hoping to game the system and avoid the traffic crunch the inevitably happens when the holiday festivities come to a close. We arrived two hours early to save a prime spot and the kids took off running for the empty fields for some football and a game of tag. As the evening grew darker we broke out the glow sticks and the children found various ways of entertaining themselves, from making jewlery, to handcuffing themselves together, to using them as light sabers. Lil' Wingnut, of course, made his into a light saber and soon found himself under attack by a couple of little boys who had had the same idea. We were all cracking up at the male bravado on display. Lil' Wingnut held his own, vanquishing both "enemies" on his own. Where does he get this stuff?

Special K with her glow stick hair piece. Quite lovely.

Inseparable Cousins

Lil' Obi-Wan

We had no idea who these little guys were, but they were so funny playing Star Wars with our Lil' Wingnut. It made for some great pre-firework entertainment.


Lil' Wingnut was taking it a bit too seriously. I think he really thought he was vanquishing enemies.
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Saturday, July 4, 2009

God Bless Our Troops


As you prepare to celebrate Independence Day, stop and say a prayer for the troops that have sacrificed so much to protect our Liberty.
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Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Where's the food?






After years of hard work, I finally earned my BBA (Bachelors by Abandonment). I've completed my last course, an Independent Study class, after a grueling, 18-year curriculum. My research has led to some surprising finds (even without a government grant from HHS):

1) When I get home every night, I'm used to food being on the table. Maurisa always called this "dinner," which I thought was synonymous with "manna from heaven." It seems the ever-present dinner is somehow correlated to her presence.

2) Maurisa always gets a couple of hours of "me time" on Saturday morning. She refers to this variously as "shopping", "grocery shopping" and "dealing with the morons and geriatrics at the commissary then driving home with different morons and geriatrics on the beltway." After three days, I realized that her me time actually had a purpose. I ran out of milk for cereal and cappuccinos and couldn't find the cow to refill the milk jug. I also couldn't find the goat. Fortunately I saw Meet the Parents and figured out that female cats are a terrific source of milk. It doesn't taste exactly like the normal milk we drink and I have a lot of scratches. My guess is that if I wanted to deal with all those lovely people Maurisa hangs with on Saturday I could use a lot less sugar in my morning joe.

3) When you run out of cereal, just crush some Kashi crackers. When you run out of Kashi crackers . . . well, starve.

4) Beds are not self-made. When I travel, I sometimes see the maids; so I know how it gets done. I've never really seen the maid in our house though. My best guess is that she is Argentinean and Maurisa doesn't want me to fall to temptation like Governor Sanford. She's always looking out for my soul -- what a saint.

5) I may go to bed with my head to the East (toward the Holy Land), like all good Catholics. But I wake up facing any of the other 360 degrees on the compass. In a king size bed, there's lots of room.

6) Carpets and wood floors are uncomfortable and don't have the same cushiony feeling that the new floors have.

7) Dirty clothes stay on the floor where you leave them. They don't make it to the hamper by themselves. They don't get washed, dried, folded and put away without the Argentinean maid (who apparently is in Spokane with Maurisa). Doubtless, this has saved me tons of money in water and electricity and I don't mind the smell as much as Maurisa does.

8) The only loud, high-pitch noises I hear are 4-ship F-16 departures with full afterburner at work and the Guess Who turned up to eleven at home.

9) Bedtime for adults is not 10:30 p.m. It's whatever time I say it is. I'm a big boy, I can take care of myself.
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Brainwashed

This is what happens when Uncles get a hold of their nephews . . .


You may not be able to tell from the photo, but Lil' Wingnut came bounding into the living room last night wearing his Uncle's Gonzaga Bulldog hat and boldly declared, "I'm a Bulldog fan!"
Them's fighting words, boy!
Don't you find this sign a bit odd for a die-hard Seahawks fan to be sleeping with?
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