Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Like I'm 2 years old

Ok, here is an admission I am not particularly proud of, but yet a reality. I am terrified of sudden loud noises, ie. thunder/lightning etc.... The other night we were nicely watching tv when there was a HUGE thunder clap, one of those that shakes the whole house. With my entire family as a witness, I jumped up frantically and hopped on the other couch grabbing a pillow on the way! Before I could recover from my trauma, my family is rolling on the floor laughing at me and my apparent floundering. All I could think to say was to quote Kelly's 2 year old Maya
" thunder boom.......scare me......I cry!" I did this in my best Maya interpretation. Apparently my phobias and Maya's phrases are quite funny. They are still laughing.

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Is he serious?!?!?!?

Typically I like to avoid political diatribes on this here blog for many reasons. Generally, it just ends up a good way to tick people off. However, most who know me know I'm not a big Dubya fan, but seriously, the cure for rising gas prices is offshore drilling? You know, that idea that was canned decades ago for how badly it was going to ruin the oceans (specifically reefs).

So, let's see, the running total:

-Start war with Taliban in attempt to get Bin Laden (or force him to hiding forever)...check
-Ignore war in Afghanistan to start another democracy experiment (this time in Middle East) by starting war in Iraq...check
-Wait for gas prices to rise...then suggest drilling in Alaska...check
-When denied expanded drilling in Alaska, suggest drilling in the ocean...check
-When questioned why you suggested drilling in THIS banned location, state its because your a "fisherman" (do NOT mention oil man)

So, with two wars ongoing, national economy tanking, greenhouse gases expanding, the solution is to continue to ruin the environment? I must admit, I don't get it and I can't wait until Dubya is out of office.

If we could impeach Clinton for his discretions (not that I disagreed with that), how is it we can't do the same with Dubya for his incompetence?

Wednesday, July 09, 2008

Until the fat lady sings...

Actual conversation during video games today...

Nephew: Oh man, I'm dead. It's over...
Youngest: It's not over until the fat lady sings...sorry to bring you're mom into this...

We will miss that child...

Tuesday, July 08, 2008

The sale of Uncle D...

Nephew: You need to put your Mom on Ebay so I can buy her.
Me: You can't sell body parts or people on Ebay. They arrest you and give you large fines for that sort of thing...
Nephew: Well, we'll sell Uncle D and we'll have the youngest do it then. That kid isn't old enough for them to arrest. Worse case: they throw the kid in juve for a while, but that's not like real jail...
Middle: Great!!! Mom, can we get a cat then?

The sad truth...

The neice and nephew (referred here as the "boy" and "girl" have been down for a visit the last couple of weeks. Recently, we all went "camping". Not real camping mind you, because the family the boy and girl come from is notorious for rain whenever we camp - so we got cabins (and yes, it still rained). I guess this is kind of like the fact my sister's house acts like a laxative for my children. Bygones.

Anyway, we decided during a break in the weather to go kayaking. This made the niece a bit nervous, since the river had "class I, II and some small III rapids". Not that she understands any of this, but she has seen lots of movies where the boat goes over the falls and she's not having any of that. While trying to calm her down, the following conversation occurs:

Me: Don't worry child. Would I have spent all of this money just to drown you? I could have done that for free...
Wife: Girl, I promised your parents we'd bring you home in one piece...
Boy: Yep, Aunt Sue promised, so no matter how broken you are, they'll staple and crazy glue you until you're back in one piece.

The rest of the group looked at us appallingly the rest of the ride to the river. For the record, everyone had a wonderful time, even though we ran out of crazy glue.