So I forgot to post these funny comments overheard several weeks ago, but was reminded of them today.
During a discussion with some 2-3 year olds, (and mind you they are all 2 or 3. no other age choices) some funny responses arose when questioning them about their age. The prompter told the children to pick #2 or #3 as their respective answers. Well, some of the kids were practically hovering over their chairs with anticipation to shout "Two!" or "Three!" One little girl hung her head dejectedly and sadly responded, "I'm still three." (Apparently a bit of a touchy subject as three must be a bad age to be). Another girl with brown curls exclaimed, "Five!" while proudly shoving her spread hand in the air. Upon redirection that her choice was two or three, she adamantly shouted, "Five!!!" There was no winning on this battle. Five must be the preferred age to be...who knew?
I wonder....at what age do we stop shouting out with pride our age?
I can remember anticipating the next number because it meant some new priviledge would be coming my way. Kids are such wonderful reminders of the age-old dilemma with ...well....age.
Friday, March 14, 2008
Monday, March 10, 2008
Family Pics from Illinois
Aunt Ginny and Uncle Gene
Eric, Me, Mom, & Lance
Lance, Rusty (our cousin), and Eric
Gal Pals.. Aunt Ginny, Mom, and MeEagle's Landing
Going to the graveside part of the service on Friday, we were excited to see an eagle that was just hanging out in the field. I tried driving closer but he decided to fly up to a tree. We later went over to the river to see 40+ bald eagles sitting in the wooded river bed.
Home Sweet Home....
Lance enjoyed some couch time while working on homework.
Dovey, my cat, in typical fashion....that is to say sleeping. I call him a "rack-a-doodle" when he crashes like this.
Lance's cat, Tang, was the same as always....weird. He prefers Eric to cradle him like a baby and check out his surroundings.
He looks innocent but really he's just waiting for the opportunity to harrass the plants and knock them over.So our trip home was eventful. The cats were bathed...haha....They hate this with a passion and you have to double team them to contain their rebellion. (Thanks bros for managing this. You both deserve manly awards for this feat alone). After their subsequent washings, they were extra soft and cuddly. Yeah! We got to observe the daily entertainment of the cat "smack down." Dovey won. He tends to get in a position to completely thump Tang's head until he cries. The only way Tang wins is when he does this sumo move and sits on Dovey.
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
I didn't get the day I wanted, Go Fish.
You know those moments you have when you think to yourself, "Man...it's kindda been a rough day. Just wanna grab some stuff (like a big bottle of Tylenol for the massive headache you can feel coming on and some cheese so the bro can survive on quesadillas til kingdom comes) and make it back to the homestead without people interaction. Clearly, today was not to be one of those days.
So I managed to make it in Walmart, grab my tremendous bottle of Tylenol (yes even I succomb to the drug world to battle the headache occasionally) because I'm not going to pay twice as much for a small one and make my way to secure cheese. On my way back to the checkout, I think, "hmmm... not really about cooking tonight and what will the bro eat in the next 48 hours before we leave to Illinois?" The obvious answer is of course "Pizza!" so I select the biggest pizza I can find and continue on to checkout paradise. While heading to the homestretch, I see Emily, friend of the Jonelly.
Emily is stocked with fancy recipes to cook the mostest for her honey and cordially points out me that the bro and I must be dining on the fabulous goodness that is a ....pizza. (I couldn't help but think how ironic this is since I'm hardly ever 1. buying something on the fly and 2. not making dinner from scratch.) Feeling a little awkward with my big bottle of legal pain suppressants and cheese, the moment was not to be better.
Rounding the corner are more of Jonelly's friends, Bill, Summer and girls. Loaded in two carts with a few more sensible items than myself, we also converse. Bill notes I must be having pizza to which I replied in the affirmative. Lilly, Bill and Summer's oldest declares, "Fish."
Glancing in the cart, I see she indeed is travelling around with a live, plastic bag encapsulated fish. I note the fish and ask if it's a new fish. Bill and Lilly said the last fish "melted." Now, I work with kids and I've yet to hear this verdict on the little flippers. I also have a brother who typically resides with some finned friends and have not hear of this demise from him either.
"Melted," I query. "Did the water heat up too much?"
Bill explains that no the fish did not die from heat but that the last fish met his match with the porcelain resting place; however, Lilly doesn't quite grasp the whole "death" concept. Clearly, Bill and Summer have opted for the close second to the Biblical view of departure....the melting explanation which apparently kids take to like...well, like fish to water.
So all is well with the world. Lilly is very excited to announce to strangers that flippy died from melting, I got a little dose of humility with my large pizza and drug stash, and the Pool's are dining on a feast tonight.
So I managed to make it in Walmart, grab my tremendous bottle of Tylenol (yes even I succomb to the drug world to battle the headache occasionally) because I'm not going to pay twice as much for a small one and make my way to secure cheese. On my way back to the checkout, I think, "hmmm... not really about cooking tonight and what will the bro eat in the next 48 hours before we leave to Illinois?" The obvious answer is of course "Pizza!" so I select the biggest pizza I can find and continue on to checkout paradise. While heading to the homestretch, I see Emily, friend of the Jonelly.
Emily is stocked with fancy recipes to cook the mostest for her honey and cordially points out me that the bro and I must be dining on the fabulous goodness that is a ....pizza. (I couldn't help but think how ironic this is since I'm hardly ever 1. buying something on the fly and 2. not making dinner from scratch.) Feeling a little awkward with my big bottle of legal pain suppressants and cheese, the moment was not to be better.
Rounding the corner are more of Jonelly's friends, Bill, Summer and girls. Loaded in two carts with a few more sensible items than myself, we also converse. Bill notes I must be having pizza to which I replied in the affirmative. Lilly, Bill and Summer's oldest declares, "Fish."
Glancing in the cart, I see she indeed is travelling around with a live, plastic bag encapsulated fish. I note the fish and ask if it's a new fish. Bill and Lilly said the last fish "melted." Now, I work with kids and I've yet to hear this verdict on the little flippers. I also have a brother who typically resides with some finned friends and have not hear of this demise from him either.
"Melted," I query. "Did the water heat up too much?"
Bill explains that no the fish did not die from heat but that the last fish met his match with the porcelain resting place; however, Lilly doesn't quite grasp the whole "death" concept. Clearly, Bill and Summer have opted for the close second to the Biblical view of departure....the melting explanation which apparently kids take to like...well, like fish to water.
So all is well with the world. Lilly is very excited to announce to strangers that flippy died from melting, I got a little dose of humility with my large pizza and drug stash, and the Pool's are dining on a feast tonight.
Monday, March 3, 2008
On Guard!!!
The rockin refuge is well guarded tonight. Never fear, Lance's lego men are here! That's right... no intruders getting in the second story windows with the yellow and blue on duty.
Saturday, March 1, 2008
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