Ain't she cute!
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Ain't she cute!
Friday, January 30, 2009
My Tiny Kingdom started a Flashback Friday carnival three weeks ago. Anytime my subject matches her theme, I will link over to it. Since todays is "Free for all", I assume it can cover anything, or is about fighting, which both apply.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
I got up to dig Lady Nottaguy-TYG's car out of the ice and snow that coated everything as we slept. Shortly after she left for work, I heard the small footfalls padding across our upstairs floor. The upstairs door opened and down the stairs came a bundle of energy masquerading as a little boy.
If you have never seen "Over The Hedge", (and you should because it is hilarious), The phrase "Play?" will mean nothing to you. Those of you who have seen the movie, know exactly what I am referring to . The Boy wasn't downstairs 10 seconds before he asked me if I wanted to play with him (he also had three action figures in his hands when he asked).
I told him we needed to eat breakfast first.
Afterward, were played with the three action figures, beating up each other. Then we decided to bring them all down for a royal rumble.
I lost track how long we played, but during the rumble, I got a picture & text from the Ogre that they were coming home today. Here is a picture of the Girl all bundled up to face the harsh realities of life on the outside:
After lunch, I introduced the Boy to the game Lionheart, and we watched Veggie Tales : Gideon, Tuba Warrior. Lady Nottaguy-TYG got to come home early, so we had to pick up our toys.
Monday, January 26, 2009
Friday, January 23, 2009
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
One of my male co-workers was telling about his revellings during New Year's Eve. He said that he and his wife got totally plastered. Once they got home, they went straight to bed.
During the night, all the stuff he drank needed to come out. He said he remembers getting out of bed, opening the bathroom door, lifting the lid, relieving himself, closing the lid, shutting the bathroom door and going back to bed.
He was wakened by his wife screaming his full name at the top of her lungs. She told him to come here at once.
He found her in the kitchen. He hadn't opened the bathroom door or lifted the lid. He had opened the refrigerator door, and pulled out the crisper drawer. Everything in the drawer was submerged in yellow liquid.
He said his wife wasn't real pleased with him. Ya think so? Duh!
Monday, January 19, 2009
When our youngest daughter (the Ogre) first informed us that we would be grandparents, she asked us what we would like to be called. Lady Nottaguy-TYG quickly exclaimed that she wanted to be called "Nana".
It wasn't so easy for me. I had to ponder the thought for a moment. After some time I replied " I would like to be known as Great, wonderful, exalted, all-knowing grandfather."
When the riotous laughter from all present died down, our oldest daughter,Lady Lemon, exclaimed " The acronym for that would be Gweag".
I am hoping very soon to be Gweag again, as the Ogre's due date for her second child was yesterday. We will keep you posted on our overdue bundle of joy.
What's in a name , Part 1 can be viewed here.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
When I turned the water on, I heard the sound I didn't want to hear. No water flowing, just an air sucking noise. "Oh, great!" I thought. It had dropped to a balmy -14 during the night. Time for evasive action.
I scrambled to get space heaters in place. I got Lady Nottaguy-TYG's hair dryer. I had to thaw those pipes out before they burst. Since they run up the wall to the second floor, they would be a major headache to replace. I took part of the kitchen ceiling down to get warm air to where the pipes were.
At 5:15 AM, my hard work paid off. Water started flowing again. I had told my wife that if the water wasn't thawed out before it was time for me to go to work, that I would take an emergency vacation day (I have 5 that I can use per year), to get the water running. Since it was only 15 minutes after my alarm would have gone off, I went ahead and got ready for work.
I opened a bottle of diet Pepsi MAX (that's my version of coffee), and had half of it gone by 6 AM.When I went out to start my truck, it was booger cold outside. Booger cold is when everything in your nose freezes when you breathe. The truck hesitated, but started. I went back in, and headed back upstairs to brush my teeth. As I was brushing my teeth, I had a startling revelation. You know you are tired when you are brushing your teeth, but forgot to put toothpaste on the toothbrush.
I prayed with my wife & kissed her goodbye (which is our morning ritual), and headed out the door. Two minutes later I came back in the door because I had forgotten my lunchbox. Off to work through the frozen tundra.
At work I put myself on one of the most unpleasant jobs in the plant. I knew that would keep me awake. I sang a tune and did the happy dance when I got home.
No frozen pipes this morning. This is good.
Friday, January 16, 2009
While I was in kindergarten, Mom & Dad pick us up from the babysitter (no, not the one from Flashback Friday #13). When we got in the car, they had a surprise for us. Wrapped up in a small blanket was a tiny puppy that Mom had gotten from one of her co-workers. "It isn't much bigger than a peanut", my brother exclaimed, so Peanut got his name then & there.
He was a Chihuahua with some Pomeranian mixed in. Small, with long tan hair and a bushy tail that reminded you of a feather duster. It is said that a dog will adopt a member of the family. This was definitely Mom's dog. He followed her everywhere.
After we got him housebroken, we could simply open the door, let him out, and when he was finished, he would bark to let us know that he wanted in again. Peanut wasn't too fond of winter. We would open the door for him, and he would look at us like he was saying "You're nuts, I'm not going out there." If you had to walk through chest high snow to go to the bathroom, would you want to go often. We would try to keep a path shoveled to the nearest tree for him. We never had a problem with him wanting to run off like the other dogs.
It's not that he didn't like his freedom. Peanut was fiercely territorial. I have seen with my own eyes the small bundle of dynamite explode and chase dogs many times his size out of our yard. The guy up the road owned a Great Dane that felt Peanut's wrath, as did the German Shepard across the street. That little dynamo kept all intruders at bay.
Not only did he keep intruders at bay outdoors, he was quite the protector inside too. He really hated Aunt Shelly's 4 oldest boys. Any time they would come over, Peanut was waiting for them behind the easy chair next to the door. The door would open, they would step into the living room, and WHAM. Peanut put on an ankle biting display that would make any dog proud. It was hilarious to see these tall, skinny teenagers dance at the melody Peanut was playing on their anklebones.
One time he followed me to the mailbox when I went to check the mail. As he was standing in the driveway, a car swerved into the driveway and tried to run him over. I threw the mail down and grabbed a handful of gravel and threw it at the back of that car as hard as I could. I also yelled a few thing that I won't type. I don't know who it was, but I hope I scratched the paint with the gravel. Losers!
Peanut loved to be around us when we were downstairs, but he wouldn't venture upstairs. Then again, would you try to climb a step that was nearly as tall as you were? I don't blame him for staying downstairs
I have seen a lot of dogs that ate table scraps, and they look like watermelons with legs. Peanut ate table scraps all the time, but he must have been active enough to keep from getting fat. One of his favorite things was to ask Mom for some of the corn flakes that she was eating for breakfast. He loved them. He would stand "upon his hind legs" and dance for us when he wanted something we had. He always got it.
When we moved from the house into the trailer (on the same plot of land), it took Peanut a bit to adjust. Several times he would bark at the door of the house to be let in. We would call his name, and the light bulb would click, and he would come to the trailer door. He also didn't care for the carpeting in the trailer. The house had a very tight gray Berber while the trailer had orange shag carpeting (it was made in the 70's, what else can I say). Many times the shag carpet would snag on his nails and he would be stuck. We had to keep a close vigil on keeping his nails trimmed.
When I was a freshman in high school, my girlfriend turned me on to baseball card collecting. I had a few from years back, and bought them by the pack in hopes to complete the set. I would use the living room floor to sort them out. One day when I had five or six hundred cards in many neat piles, the phone rang. This wasn't a phone you could carry around, for it was attached to the wall (gasp). As I was talking on the phone, Peanut looked around the corner, and I swear he smiled. I perceived his intentions, and hollered, "Peanut, Don't you dare!" With that he sprinted full speed and came to a sliding stop in the middle of the cards I was sorting. "Peanut, Get out of there!" I yelled. He again smiled at me and wagged his feather duster tail, sending cards everywhere. He then tried to run, but could get no traction on all the cards sliding beneath him. It looked like something out of a cartoon.
We moved into the trailer when Peanut was about 10 years old. Unlike our house that had no steps, the trailer had three. As the years progressed, it became harder and harder for Peanut to make it up the steps. He would go to the door, bark, and one of us would pick him up and set him outside. We would pick him up and bring him in when he was finished.
As the years progress, and Peanut grew more feeble, the phrase I didn't want to hear became reality. During my senior year, Dad told me that he had discussed with Mom, and they would be taking Peanut to the vet the next day to have him put down. I stayed up with him until about 11pm and then went to bed. When I woke up in the morning, Peanut lay cold in front of the TV. I like to think that he dided laughing at Johnny Carson's late night monologue.
We buried him in the backyard. I planted a tree next to where we laid him to rest. If anyone ever tells you that there is no such thing as a Peanut tree, I can show them one growing in central Ohio.
It's been over 25 years since Peanut died. Part of my childhood died with him. Saying goodbye is the hardest part of being a pet owner.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Thursday, January 8, 2009
This post is going to the dogs.
I began this week reading the book Marley & Me (Thanks, Theresa for sending my wife the book). It got me thinking about the dogs I had growing up. We were dog people for the most part. We had a few cats when I was younger, but dogs were the pet of choice. We had 3 (9) dogs. I will explain this later.
The first dog I can remember was a mix breed named Bandit (We named him after the dog on Johnny Quest).We got him when I was about 4. He was inside but a short time, but wound up in the barn. He could eat a regular can of dog food in three bites. We would open both ends of the can, and push the food through the can. Sometimes he caught it in mid-air. He died when I was 7 or 8.
The next dog we got was Peanut. He was a Chihuahua with some Pomeranian mixed in. He was my Marley. Next week's post will be all about him.
Our next dog was Trixie. She was the outhouse cheek kisser in Flashback Friday #2. She was a stray that showed up one day, and decided to stay for a while. I was 12 when we took possession of her. She had 6 puppies (this is the explanation of the 3/9 dogs in the first paragraph). She got loose one time and she made the rounds of the neighborhood. Her 6 pups were six different breeds of dogs. Dad said we couldn't keep 8 dogs, so when the puppies were weaned, we kept one of the pups (named Bounce) and gave Trixie and the other puppies to a man down the road.
Bounce was named after a dog Dad had. He lived up to his name. Full of energy. He would routinely get loose, make his neighborhood rounds, and come back the next day. One day he got loose, and we assumed he would be back the next day. He never came back.
Living in the country like we did, dogs were everywhere. Everyone we knew had at least one, and even though I love dogs, there were a few who didn't care for me. Midget was my Aunt Dora's Chihuahua and Toby was Aunt Frieda's Bull Terrier. They scared the beejebers out of me when I was a child.
To this day, I still prefer dogs over cats. How about you?
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
This afternoon, it has snowed, and we had a little over an inch after supper, which The Ogre, The Woodsman & The Boy were in attendance.
The Ogre & The Woodsman needed to go to a store to purchase an item for their house. That left The Boy with us. When we were leaving for church, he scampered down the steps, hit the sidewalk, then announced" Switching to off-road!" and sprinted through the yard.
Brand loyalty is starting early.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
I asked him, "What are you doing?"
He replied " I'm eating them by color."
It was like watching his mother at that age.
Friday, January 2, 2009
A new year brings new adventures and new chances to learn. Here are some of the things I learned while I was but a lad. Some of these things I learned first hand, some of them I watched others in my class do. I'm not telling which is which.
1. It's never a good idea to cut off your hair to glue it to the Mother's Day card you are making.
2. When learning new spelling words, don't write rhyming words beside them. (especially if you are learning Donald & Daffy's last name)
3. If the teacher allows you to take down the old bulletin board, don't make a giant airplane out of the background and throw it out the second story window when she leaves the room. (It just might hit the Principal)
4. During show and tell, if your Momma takes you shopping, and buys you a new slip, don't pull up your dress to show the class.
5. Even a de-scented skunk can panic a class of 2nd graders.
6.If you refuse to remove you hat, everyone will know that you got a haircut.
7. Never call a girl "fat & ugly". It may come back to haunt you in High School when she isn't.
8. Girls have cooties. (and as I grew older, I discovered that I like cooties)
9. Don't chew tobacco during class. The teacher will ask you to spit out your gum in the trashcan next to her desk. Your only option is to swallow it.
10. To some kids, action figures & dolls are the same thing. If you like to play with action figures, do it at home.
11. Glasses don't make you weird, they help you to see. Seeing is good.
12. Don't fall asleep on the bus.
13. Doing a book report on a comic book is unacceptable.
14. Kids aren't likely to believe the dyed lambskin rug you have to nap on is really the skin of a bear your Dad killed.
15. Your teacher will not wait for you to grow up so you can marry her.
16. It's OK to be the "bad guy" in the class plays.
17. The crystals in your dropped thermos aren't ice.
18. Dandruff and lice may look alike, but are different.
19. Don't lend your pencil to the kid with a cast on his leg. He wants it to scratch inside his cast, and there is a good chance the pencil will break or get lost inside the cast.
20. It is very easy to confuse a kindergarten class if you stand facing them and say "Raise your right hand" while doing it. They will mirror your actions, and raise their left hand instead. Telling them "No, that isn't right." doesn't help. It will confuse them for years to come.
Hopefully you will learn something in this new year. Can you remember anything you learned (the hard way) in elementary school?
Thursday, January 1, 2009
1. Gain 10 pounds.
2. Stop exercising.
3. Procrastinate more (starting tomorrow).
4. Don't jump off a cliff because everyone else is doing it.
5. Get in a whole new rut.
6. Start being superstitious.
7. Don't sucker punch Chuck Norris.
8. Speak in a monotone voice and use only monosyllabic words.
9. Take a vacation to someplace important, like the world's largest ball of twine.
10. Assume full responsibility for my actions (except for the one's that are someone else's fault)
Do you have any resolutions?