Two things:
1. TBF is always telling me that The Pup needs some color, but somehow, I don’t think THIS is what he meant…
 
Poor lil white Irish baby… and that’s WITH sunscreen. *chuckles*
2. What happens when you give a 15 year old and an almost 13 year old permission to raid the wood pile, a handful of nails, a hammer, a garbage back and duct tape?
Lots of pounding, and laughter and…
 
A… doghouse? Yes. A Doghouse. That’s what they called it, and I believe’em. Too bad Deogi doesn’t… *L* (PS: the garbage bag and duct tape were to make the roof ‘waterproof’. Them crazy Alaskan’s and their duct tape!)
Hearing better than god…
One trait of my husband we liked to joke about was his outstanding eyesight. I always told him he had ‘eyesight better then god’ because man – seriously, that boy could SEE. Our son has the same thing going for him too. And as we found out tonight, that applies in a different way to the pup – her hearing.
Phone call one: Auntie Ladybug
“Will one of your older children come over to walk the pup home? Thanks!”
Phone call two: Auntie Ladybug
“Your daughter swears she can hear the Ice Cream Truck – she’s making your son RUN…”
Me: “She must be dream….. why that little bitch, she CAN hear it! BYE!”
I grabbed my wallet (I LOVE ICE CREAM TRUCKS! we don’t GET them up here very often, as I’m sure I’ve mentioned before – and these guys? Sell scoops of DRYERS!) and headed outside to catch the Ice Cream Truck that was INDEED turning down our road. Then explained to them inside, why I was laughing. “My daughter, who’s TWO STREETS OVER THERE, heard you coming! She’s making her brother run her home to catch you!”
They of course found this enormously hilarious, just as I did, and I had the girl run in, call the boy’s cell phone, and let him know we’d caught the truck and find out what he wanted. So funny was this, that they even gave me a 50 cent discount instead of letting my daughter run back inside for change for me. I promised I’d make it up to them. They also said “We’d promised the cute little blond we’d come back when we were in this area of town, so we did! Glad she gets her ice cream!” Said cute little blond came around the corner then, grabbed her drumstick and beamed happily.
It was the funniest thing I’d seen all day…. until an hour later.
The pup went out to grab me a Diet Crack from the fridge, and dropped one. It burst and was spraying EVERYWHERE, while she screamed:
The Pup: WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO?!
Me: Put it in the sink!
Pup: NO! I SUCK IT! *sluuuuuuuurp*
Which caused me to dissolve into fits of laughter, of course, and resolve to share it with you. Ain’t ya lucky?
Fixed!
So, fixed that lil commenting problem for Kristy – now you can see what you’re typing!
In other news – I’m sorta filling in for ANOTHER 451 Press blog – its not *mine* yet, but you know, that might be a possibility down the line. At least it justifies my Big Brother addiction, right? hahaha! If you’re a fan too, check out Big Brother Craze! Join me in the hamster watching fun!
It is too fun.
Shuddup.
Dude, I wrote over 7k words for there yesterday alone, just to get all the recaps caught up on and such. Boy were MY HANDS TIRED. That reminds me – need to update my WoaP again to reflect that. Heh.
THEY CANCELED PIRATE MASTER! there were only FIVE episodes left and they CANCELED IT! Not only that, the promised online play? REFUSED to play the last 10 minutes of yesterday’s episode. You know, if I weren’t a Survivor and Big Brother addict, I’d be REALLY PISSED. Instead, i’m SORTA pissed. ha!
That’s…. really all I have to say. My sinuses are clogged, it’s raining, the kids are alternately gone and/or driving me insane, and I’m… tired.
And that’s that!
The great fisherman…
Yes indeedy.
A boy and his boat,
A day on the water,
A brand new prop spun off into the
bottomless pit of the Kenai River,
And some fish caught.
Really big fish caught…
…by everyone else…
Poor, sunburned baby…
So – boredom….
It happened again, clearly. (unless you’re on feeds – and then hello, new template!) I was bored and browsing and fell in LOVE with this template and it’s little slide-y posts and clean simple layout and the black! and green! and yeah. Hee.
Let me know if you have any problems with it.
In other news – don’t put bees in your eyes. They will sting your eyelid! and then this is what happens:
And then you’ll be all sad, and stuff. So. Word to the wise – no bees in your eyes. (no, she didn’t REALLY put the bee in her eye! GOSH!)
Oh – and also? If you see this “who me?” face?
Don’t believe it either. He did TOO knock over your garbage can for the pizza bone. He did! I saw EVERYTHING. So there.
And remind me to tell ya’ll the condom story. Later. It’s bedtime.
