This is a fine example of something that Tim and I call 'fatness'. We use this terminology for many things, mainly our own body parts, but in this case it works perfectly for our cat Squirt. He loves to sit on this end table and spread his fatness across to the window. That hangy down stuff is not fur, it is true fatness.
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Fatness
My Pants!
These are my favorite pants in the whole wide world. I even bought two of them so I can wear one pair while the others are in the wash. I work out in them, I lounge in them, I work in the yard and garden in them, etc, etc. They are ultra comfy, lightweight, and versatile for my day to day projecting. The other day we decided to go for a family bike ride. I put on my favorite pants. A few blocks behind our house is a big field currently being developed. Right now it's mainly just a big field of dirt hills that the neighborhood kids have carved a bunch of dirt bike jumps into. Somehow that's where we ended up after riding around the neighborhood for a while. Being of a certain age now, I'm not nearly as daring as I used to be. But Tim insisted that I go up and over this one hill. I had watched him do it a bunch of times so I couldn't let him think I was a total weeny. It was pretty steep and narrow and pointy at the top and left very little room for error. So I started peddling as fast as I could to get to the top and then I don't know what happened. Just when I got to the top, the bike decided it wanted to veer off to the right and send me plummeting down the hill towards a giant rock. I had to bail. As I was flying through the air all I could think of was, "MY PANTS". I raspberried both elbows, and scraped and bruised my knee. But I was really worried to assess the damage to my pants. I brushed off the dirt as best I could - not a single tiny tear in those darn pants. They truly are the best in the whole wide world.
Friday, June 6, 2008
Projecting
I inherited this sometimes irritating trait from my parents of always needing to be projecting on something. I've had people ask me, when Andy's in school and me not working out of the home, don't I get bored? Are you kidding me!! There is always something to do. The reason this trait can be a little irritating is I tend to get sidetracked before one project is done and I get started on a new one. I was in the process of making new curtains for Andy's room (they are mostly done) and decided to build him a climbing wall. We actually decided last Christmas to do a wall and even got him some jug holds and t-nuts from Santa but they've sat in his closet ever since. (He begged us for this stuff!) One wall in his bedroom is 11 feet high so it's perfect. Don't worry, we plan on being safe with ropes and harnesses and all that stuff. I had Andy help me paint on some primer and then we'll paint it with some sand paint for extra grip. If I don't follow up this post with pictures of the finished product you can assume it turned out stupid. (I was also projecting on getting the garage cleaned up but you can see I haven't gotten far). Sorry the picture quality isn't great but I can blame that on Tim since he took it.
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Fishing
Is this not the cutest picture? I mean look at that great cast! I had no idea Andrew was such a great little fisherman. I don't particularily care for fishing so when Andy wants to go catch a fish it's usually just him and his dad.
Right outside of the building where Andrew takes swimming lessons is a fishing pond just for kids. Fish & Game stock the pond so kids are pretty much guaranteed to catch something. So after swimming all three of us headed over there. Andrew absolutely loves to catch his own fish and take them home to eat. The night before, Tim had taken him fishing somewhere else with a couple of buddies but only one of the guys caught a fish. Andy was excited at first until Tim told him that that was John's fish. Andy got mad! He said very firmly, "I'm hungry, I want to catch my own fish!!" So tonight, he was able to catch two little fishies that ended up in our frying pan. Andrew ate both of them and could not have been happier!
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Sugar Anyone?
I walked into the living room the other day to find Andrew on the couch taking a sip of something that didn't look quite right in my opinion. I asked him what was in the cup and he just looked at me and quite matter of factly said, "sugar". He then proceeded to take another 'drink' as if it was nothing out of the ordinary. I told him that we don't drink sugar and he pretended that he knew that and that it must be his brains' fault for drinking the sugar.
"Oh, I just don't know what I was thinking. My brain made me do it".
In Andy's little world, nothing is ever his fault directly. It's usually his brain, or sometimes his hands that get the blame for his little misdeeds. He honestly thinks that I fall for that. I just let this one go because really, what's the difference between drinking a quarter cup of plain sugar or a full glass of Kool-Aid?
Friday, April 18, 2008
Table Talk
This is probably the type of thing that you "had to be there" to think is funny but it made us giggle. We were eating dinner last night and had this jar of honey mustard sitting out on the table. Andrew knows of course that meat comes from animals, milk comes from cows, and so forth. And by golly this jar of mustard has a picture of a beaver on it with the huge word 'Beaver' across the top. Andrew sees it and says in a very calm but somewhat concerned voice, "is that beaver poop?" I wasn't sure if he was kidding because normally a 7 year old boy will look for any opportunity to say the word poop but it usually results in him laughing uncrontrollably. That didn't happen - he silently waited for our reply just as eagerly as if he had asked a math or spelling question at school. He really wanted to know and was very relieved when we told him what it really was. We all live and learn I guess.
