Fun with the fam...

Ever have one of those nights? You know, the nights where you hang with the family, adults and kids and play a little game called "Sally Walker"? Point being to walk in a circle, pick someone, do a dance, then the person you pick has to do the same thing? Yeah, neither did I until now. Video will be coming soon, although I may have to post it on youtube.com at the same time...(assuming I can secure the rights of all parties involved as they WILL be embarassed).

Anyway, that led us to Roll with Saget and then over to youtube.com. There, we played with the Chinese Backstreet Boys and others. Best was still Evolution of Dance.

Picture if you will, 8 people: 6 adults and two older children, huddled around a laptop screen, watching internet video. And they say IPTV won't ever make it...HA!!!

STOP THE PRESSES!!! The eye liner wars have begun...

The eye liner wars have begun: Teenager loses eye liner to pirates prior to head exploding.

Several of the rugrats found the hidden eye liner (the stuff I've been unable to find for months mind you). A couple, behaving as pirates, decided to use this "toy" to great advantage. Others decided to write on each others faces with it as a gag. When the teenager whom the eye liner belongs to discovered this catastrophe, a gasket was blown, lifting the roof off the house about 6 inches and moving it two to the right.

When the laughter finally calmed down, it was with great pleasure that the owner of the eye liner figured out there was a sharpener, while with great regret, the others discovered that it isn't very easy to wash off the stuff.

Enjoy the writing - next time, try writing winner...

Verbiage Lessons at the Dinner table (Vol. 212 and 213)...

Vol. 212

Neice: ...and we were playin' wit our cousins...
Me: Playin' wit? What happened to the "g" and "h"? Did they get lost?
Neice: Huh?
Me: "Playin' wit" is not what I think you meant to say. I think you meant to say "playing with" which has a "g" on the end of playing and an "h" on the end of with...
Neice: Oh.
Me: Wit kind of means funny...
Nephew: I'm a wit...
Oldest: Yeah, you're a nit wit...

Vol. 213

Youngest: ...and we were lickin' fer...
Me: "Lickin' fer"? Do you mean "looking for"?
Youngest: Yeah. Same difference Dad.
Me: Um. No. Not even close. In one instance, you are seeking something - as in: "I was looking for the remote control". In the other instance, you are licking fur. As in, the dog has a spot of food and you licked it off of her. One makes sense, the other is disgusting - especially after the dog has licked her butt. Nope, not the same thing at all...

Ahhh, that last one would be my wife's redneck child emerging.

What was I thinking?

Sis: I was touched by you saying you missed me.
Me: When did I say that? I would never say that nor admit to it if I did...
Sis: It was on your blog. I have it in writing that you miss me...
Me: I didn't write that, it was ghost written and they misinterpretted the notes...
Sis: Uh-huh. It had your id...
Me: Wait. When did you learn to read?

*crickets*

Damn internet. Causing no ends of trouble for unsuspecting gushing little brothers who forget others can read too...

We're baaaaack...

Back from the camping trip and thought I'd share a few little tidbits:

1) 7 kids, 4 adults. 'Nuff said.

2) The dog HATED the neighbors forcing us to put her on a leash after a short while for the entire duration they were there. For those of you who know Minnie, this is a rare occurrence that she would continually go forth and bark at the neighbors. Apparently her instincts are spot on however, since all of the adults had to resist the urge to go and bark ourselves at the neighbors long about 2am when the drunks were still screaming (drunkenly) in the rain. This is still prior to when they started the dance party from their car at 2:15am

3) Rained all weekend. I blamed the neice and nephew which went over well - until it hurt the neice's feelings. Call me Uncle Heel.

4) Kids played all weekend on "Pride Rock" and no one fell the 20 feet to the ground. Simply amazing.

5) The older children came home with red knuckles. (Thanks for kicking my butt at the hand slap game as a kid, sis. Now I understand why you did it...)

6) Who knew that the new tent came not only with air conditioning (a brand spanking hole), but also an indoor pool? Have I mentioned I dislike rain on camping trips?

7) The dog's snack attacked the nephew.

No, seriously. One of the neighbors brought along a puppy pug, who thought Minnie would be great fun. Unfortunately, she HATES other dogs, especially yippie little pugs apparently. So, while the little wiener schnizzle ran up and I corralled my "fiercesome beast" (at least when it comes to animals weighing less than 10 ozs), she started barking. This caused the pug to change direction and "leap" (white man style) at the nephew who proceeded to scream like a little girl "it's attacking me...get it away!!!". I picked up the pug/rat just as soon as the tears subsided, I promise.

8) Several of the brood missed the pug/rat and decided to generate the best quote and tag line of the weekend.

Middle: Mom, we're going to walk over to the other camp site, for no apparent reason, just because we didn't get to see the dog and we want to. Is that OK with you? (This was the money quote).
Mom: So basically, what you are telling me is that you have no reason to go there, but to ogle the neighbors dog, so you are making up a reason?
Middle: Yep, that just about sums it up.
Me: So, you're going to go do a walk by pugging? (This is now officially my new tag line)


All in all, we had lots of fun on the trip. Kids were pretty good, rain stayed mostly at night, and we were able to laugh and enjoy it. I'm sure there will be other good stories coming soon as the house becomes loaded...stay tuned...