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Friday, June 5, 2009

Laminate and place in a highly visible area in your time machine. If you don't- don't blame me when something goes wrong

My oldest son just told my daughter she ,"is soooo spazmatic."
If someone cuts one around my baby son he'll say,"Eschuuuuse you!"
If he does it himself he slaps his knee and cracks up laughing.
The other night Zac took a big drink of his milk, looked over into my tea glass, looked back up at me, smiled turned back to the glass and spit a mouthful of milk into my glass.
I have no idea how many times I've already mowed my yard.
The baby swallows uder the front porch are fully fledged and look like miniature versions of the parent birds- very clean and pretty though.
Wish I had a place for some chickens.
Bought my daughter a little bantam rooster once thinking he wouldn't crow all that bad since he was so little.
Ha!
Also, he would start at 3 AM. Unless it was stormy then he'd do it anytime.
So unbelievably loud. When the baby was little and not sleeping much I would hold him to keep him quiet. In the morning there we both would be zonked smooth out in the recliner.
I mean me and the rooster.

Regardless of the endeavour, when starting out with something new you'd be hard pressed to find material more helpful than the For Dummies series. There are 1500 titles in 24 different languages in the series, look for them in 1/2 price bookstores.

I bought some carved animals year ago that have leather stretched over the carved part to represent hide- very pretty, interesting pieces of art originating in India. The funny/strange thing about them is when new they had a faint odor of urine. This dissipated over time to nothing but, a slight baseball glove smell. I'd forgotten about this until a guy I worked with mentioned travelling extensively in Mexico in the 70s. He related making his way to the coast and going deep sea fishing, he reported one of the biggest surprises of the trip was seeing Mexican tanners treat shark skin for custom boots by urinating on them.

Man, I love sweet tea. Not too long ago I was in a sort of fancy restaurant and asked for sweet tea the guy who took my order literally rolled his eyes at me and in his most practiced, condescending tone said,"Sir, we do not serve sweet tea here."

Alright dude, come down to earth here a little bit- we are in Fort Worth Texas not Martha's Vineyard.

Just finished re-reading Stolen Valor by Burkett. If you are curious about the Vietnam war, it's impact on popular culture and how and why Vietnam Vets are portrayed the way they are- read this book. He tackles issues ranging from Agent Orange, PTSD to war fakers (and there are a lot of these) If you read it you'll be surprised at who has lied publicly or falsified their war service and I'm talking iconic images from actors to politicians to the idiots we've all seen on the covers of magazines slumped against the Vietnam Memorial bawling their eyes out.

I have a nephew named Corbin Dallas after Bruce Willis' character in The Fifth Element

Any guesses? First correct answer wins and I mean wins BIG!

as a child probably on Lake Worth

He could say bison fine but, pronounced buffalo,"rubbalo."
Said,"turtle!" as soon as he saw the African leopard tortoise.
"Are they sleeping?" when he saw the African porcupines in their den.
A lot of things were,"dogs" in his initial assessment.
Including a Syrian brown bear.
After telling him a red kangaroo was a kangaroo in a gentle but, slightly condescending tone he corrected me-"sheep".
Called out,"goat!" when he saw the aoudad sheep.
That one was pretty good I thought.
Called the cottontail rabbits,"puppies".
When he saw the train said,"bus".
Spotted birds throughout wherever they were before me and called out,"wook- birds!"
Right now he's carrying his little potty around which is full of golfballs saying,"Mine! mine!"
And I'm ready to fall over dead.
Got to shower him and then we'll both collapse and dream of our first zoo trip.