Friday, February 27, 2009

Heh heh, good one, dad!

I know I'm not very original. I tend to quote things other people have said in cartoons, TV shows and movies. However...

This morning I made a joke. Nathaniel said "What's that from?". Not "Hah hah" or "Good one, Dad". I said "It's from my own little shriveled up brain." He said "Oh," like he was disappointed.

He did that to me twice more before I dropped him off for school.

Tough crowd.

(Thank you, I'll be here all week. Try the Veal!)

What a weird dog

Sparky is our dog. We started out thinking he was a cocker spaniel, but now we are pretty sure he has some Labrador Retriever in him. (We know this because he retrieved a labrador for us.)

He is an entertaining dog. He likes to go outside, but doesn't feel the NEED to GO outside. He LIKES to go upstairs. In the bathroom. Next to the toilet. I am not kidding. If we could only get him to lift up the lid...

His favorite thing in the world is eating (we hardly have to sweep). And chewing. But we got lucky with the chewing thing. He never chews on shoes or boots or toys or furniture. He chews on kleenex. (Sorry Michelle!) I don't mind. It's cheaper than the alternatives.

He loves to go on walks and rides. Walks are self-explanatory, but he seems to love to go on rides so that he can get air under his jowls. I'm not kidding; at about 30mph, his cheeks go airborne. He's a fast runner, but it's just not the same. I'm not sure, but I think he views the interior of the minivan as HIS TERRITORY. Whenever we drive near a person, he barks his "my turf" bark.

He views any acknowledgment of his presence to be an invitation to jump up on the bed or couch with you.

And he stretches like a cat, though he won't tolerate them in HIS yard.

He's an odd dog, but he fits right in at our house.

Spring is here, almost.

Alyson has created a song:

"Spring is here, Spring is here,
Spring is here, Spring is here.
Spring is here at last."

A little premature, perhaps, but it speaks to me. I hope for spring. I am going to start going to the gym (again!) next week, but I anticipate being able to run outside. I like green landscapes and moderate temperatures. Here's hoping. Especially since it snowed again last night.

Alyson looked out the window, sighed deeply and said "Maybe I should write a Winter song."

Friday, January 2, 2009

Saturday, November 8, 2008

Too Clever

Brad was reading to Alyson from "National Geographic Kids" and there was a picture of a robin on one page with the question " Why do you think some birds fly away in the winter?". With out hesitation Alyson said " Because it is too far to walk.".
Keep in mind that because Alyson is autistic she is also a very logical thinker and this was not a seven year old being a smarty it was the most logical answer. I thought it was cute.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Homecoming

The Question:

Michal received a note and a sadly mistreated flower from a friend. The card read...
"Will you go with me to Homecoming? Please answer before the last petal falls."
-Richard Thomas

The Reply:
"Be your guest, Be your guest, I will gladly be your guest."

This is cute because they are both in the ensemble for the school musical of "Beauty and the Beast".

The perfect dress:
$$$.$$ more than I intended to spend, but when she walked out of the fitting room and Alyson said, "Wow, that's the one." I couldn't resist. She will be wearing this dress for the rest of the year. (maybe her life)

The Shoes: What can I say. I love Payless and I'm glad we went there first.













The Accessories:
Hair bling from Claires and Justine's jewelry box.
Up-do by a good neighbor.
Make-up by Justine

The End Result: Stunning!!
The perfect picture.

Family: Priceless



Tuesday, September 30, 2008

I recently took a trip to Seattle. In fact, my trip got off to a good start before I ever left the ground. While going through security the agent checked my drivers license and instead of giving it right back to me he held on to it long enough that I started to get a little bit nervous.

" Is there anything wrong?" I asked, hesitantly.

" This can't be your real birth date. I would have guessed you to be closer to my age." He said.

" Oh really, and what is your age?".

" Twenty-three".

I am a firm believer that you are as old as you feel, so right about now I am feeling pretty good. Don't get me wrong, I know he was lying. I haven't been twenty three in, lets just say, 10-???...
a long time. But, I did like it.

I floated along on this happy bubble until a couple of days ago when I came home for lunch and saw a letter addressed to me on the counter. I opened it and read.

Dear Becky, We would like to extend to you an invitation to participate in a new and exciting study on...hot flashes.

"Pssssssst" slowly the air from my happy bubble escaped and I hit the ground. I do not yet have nor have I ever had hot flashes unless of course I was standing close to the oven.