Went to my high school reunion this weekend. Kinda crazy seeing all those people (and it was really small) after all these years. Also really funny that everyone had the same haircut...hmmmmm - time for plugs I guess!!!
On the way out, I get a call from work asking me to be in STL on Monday, so, I flew home in time to pack and be out again. I'll be home soon, but it is definitely making for some crazy days.
Monday, August 08, 2005
Friday, August 05, 2005
Welcome newcomer...
I'd like to take a second to welcome my brother in law to the world of blogging. If you have a minute I strongly encourage you to begin getting familiar with the often strange and funny musings of Scotland P. Potland at Insanity Junction. He's just starting, so if you don't see his musings, you soon will. There will be I'm sure references to the infamous "Louis Lane went down the drain" poems and others which have had me and mine in tears for several years.
Thursday, August 04, 2005
...but we almost made it...
I think my brother in law is trying to get even for his house being an instant enema for my children. Whoops, wait a second, I suppose I should explain that one before I go too much further.
Since they were wee little tikes, my two youngest would go to my sister's house, (ever so much easier when we were a half block away), and have their best poop five seconds into the house. We were never quite sure if it was induced from them or if they just saved if for sharing pleasure over there, but I would guess that is getting off the main topic and maybe a story for a slow blogging time.
The main topic I'm trying to get to is that while I own a plunger, I frequently go years without using it...unless of course the Grays come to town...in which case there will be a need to at least know of it's existence. In this case, my brother in law goes into the bathroom just after we get the kids in bed for his "daily download". 20 minutes or so later he comes out with a smirk and a call for all adults. His starting line? It is not my fault, however, I do believe we'll need a plunger to finish the job.
In further inspection, he claims it was his wife, his child, anybody but him. But, with each and every further question, it becomes clear that it could be no one else...
Me: "Um, if the toilet was already stopped up, why didn't you call for the plunger before hand?"
Him: "Well, you see, the dynamics of the poop..."
Me: "Um, yeah, I don't really care...you plugged up the toilet, here's the plunger"
At which point he takes the plunger, begins whistling a tune, and finishes completing the transaction...
UPDATE: For those interested in reading the rebuttal, click here. It's not over yet, more will be heard/read and relief will be had!!!!
Since they were wee little tikes, my two youngest would go to my sister's house, (ever so much easier when we were a half block away), and have their best poop five seconds into the house. We were never quite sure if it was induced from them or if they just saved if for sharing pleasure over there, but I would guess that is getting off the main topic and maybe a story for a slow blogging time.
The main topic I'm trying to get to is that while I own a plunger, I frequently go years without using it...unless of course the Grays come to town...in which case there will be a need to at least know of it's existence. In this case, my brother in law goes into the bathroom just after we get the kids in bed for his "daily download". 20 minutes or so later he comes out with a smirk and a call for all adults. His starting line? It is not my fault, however, I do believe we'll need a plunger to finish the job.
In further inspection, he claims it was his wife, his child, anybody but him. But, with each and every further question, it becomes clear that it could be no one else...
Me: "Um, if the toilet was already stopped up, why didn't you call for the plunger before hand?"
Him: "Well, you see, the dynamics of the poop..."
Me: "Um, yeah, I don't really care...you plugged up the toilet, here's the plunger"
At which point he takes the plunger, begins whistling a tune, and finishes completing the transaction...
UPDATE: For those interested in reading the rebuttal, click here. It's not over yet, more will be heard/read and relief will be had!!!!
I bet there's old people there...
My sister and her family come to visit. Really, I guess that's not entirely true, they truly came to hit the country's biggest garage sale - visiting us is just a happy co-winkie-dink.
Anyhow, while leaving me to torture 5 children by myself, the other adults go shopping. In their travels, they come across a strange looking cemetary (probably because it is a very old southern cemetary). To what do wondering ears hear, but my darling sister shouting out... "hey, I bet there's old people in there". I think my brother in law said it best when he retorted with, "Yep, they're just dying to get in".
Anyhow, while leaving me to torture 5 children by myself, the other adults go shopping. In their travels, they come across a strange looking cemetary (probably because it is a very old southern cemetary). To what do wondering ears hear, but my darling sister shouting out... "hey, I bet there's old people in there". I think my brother in law said it best when he retorted with, "Yep, they're just dying to get in".
Monday, August 01, 2005
Bang your head....
Picture this:
Oldest, head banging to...
wait for it, wait for it...wait...for...it...
A BRATZ commercial. Funniest thing I've heard of recently.
Oldest, head banging to...
wait for it, wait for it...wait...for...it...
A BRATZ commercial. Funniest thing I've heard of recently.
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