Scaling Through the Walls

So my neighbor upstairs has already made it into my blog a couple times… loud, Jerry Springer-ish fights have happened multiple times (next time I’m calling the police – this is getting out of hand). This morning though, she was preparing for church, only I didn’t know it. Here’s how it went down:

Abby was watching Arthur in the front room while Jessica and I were getting ready and I thought, “Wow, that’s a funny sound to be in Arthur.” It was, because it wasn’t in Arthur, it was in the bathroom upstairs. My neighbor was doing scales to prepare for singing at church, only it wasn’t the “Mi-May-Ma-Mo-Moo” scales, it was “woooo-oooooo-oooo-oo” [the sliding scale that starts low and slides up high] type of scales. Over and over and over and… well I’m glad we’re leaving for church in a moment.

Amish in the City Part Duh

I’m wondering what people were thinking when they read my post on Amish in the City. Because I think they read it with their eyes closed and their brains turned off when they left comments. I have added an addendum to the original post to help clarify what the blind seem to miss.

Picking Your Nose

This morning Abby picked her nose while in bed with us (getting nothing substantially thank goodness) and I pulled her finger out and said, “We don’t pick our noses.” She quickly re-instered her finger and said, “I smell funny.”

The Pool. The Zoo. The Girl.

Tomorrow we’re going to the zoo – hopefully I’ll get some good pictures. I need to get more pictures of Abby up. Jessica has started braiding her hair into little pig-tails, so I’ll try to get some pictures of that. She’s a cute little girl but she’s got (insert one of her parents’) constitution 😉 She’s a strong willed little girl and I think she’s going to make being a dad a challenge but also a blessing.

Today she ran right to the edge of the swimming pool and almost jumped in Jessica and I were both sitting at the tables and Jessica got up to try to stop her while Krystal ran after Abby (Krystal was closer). Abby stopped right at the edge, which was better than jumping in – but she didn’t get that she could have been injured. I love this little girl but my goodness she needs to have some fear.

Fellow Ship

This evening we went over the the Doyle’s house for dinner. I’ve written about Mike a few times on this blog, he and his wife, Donna have a son John. John plays guitar and will be accompanying me Sunday the fifteenth when we’ll be leading the music at church. Anyway, we had a grand time and really enjoyed the fellowship with them. Abby adores Donna and really enjoyed the time over all.

What Abby did that was most funny was go swimming in the dog Trixter’s water. Trixter’s water bowl is a large kid’s pool. So seeing the oportunity to ‘swim’ she climbed right in – clothes and all – to go swimming. Fortunately the water was fresh and Donna offered to throw Abby’s clothes in the dryer. Abby ate dinner, which was fabulous, in her diapers and then went to play in the water some more.

John and I practices for 45 minutes or so and figured out where each of us needed to practice further so that next week we can practice again and prepare ourselves for the 15th.

After that we had a delightful dessert and then commensed talking about New England. Jessica and I have wanted to go there since our Honeymoon (we wanted to go there on our honeymoon) and Mike and Donna have been several times.

Good times were had and we didn’t end up leaving until around 9:30 – Abby was absolutely cute, I told her to say, “Bye-bye, thanks for the hospitality.” And she almost got it out clearly 😉

Bad Design

So today I went to www.JohnKerry.com because I was reading the 37signals.com blog [Dang, I’m linking all over the place here]. There, smack-dab on the top of the page, is this image:
Kerry looking at Edwards like he's got gastrointestinal problems
The image is called "vision.jpg". That is just too much! The things I see when I read this are as follows:

Vision
Yes, John Kerry is looking at John Edwards and he’s saying, “Ouch, my bowels hurt, I shouldn’t have eaten that corn in Iowa. Because it really didn’t go with the other crap they serve on the bus. At least my wife’s organic ketchup was better for me than the stuff crammed with High-Fructose Corn Syrup” [OK, so I may have read a little into that]. His vision may have been blurred by the spittle that just shot out of Edward’s open mouth. If you squint a little bit you can almost see another house in the background, or it could be a groundskeeping shed because I guarantee you that John Kerry is not getting a photo shoot done in downtown Manhattan where you might see something that says ‘homies’ instead of ‘homey’. You might see “inner-city troubled youth” rather than, “An older man talking to someone else of youth.” You might see that John Edwards is looking for some person who is ready to sue big time in a class action suit since the City of Manhattan has not kept up the roads and they chipped a toe-nail in the pot hole they stepped in.

Shirts
You might also see that these two politicians are wearing nice cotton shirts that speak to the every-man, as long as every-man is wearing a cotton shirt, sitting in controlled lighting, having their hair professionally styled and wearing, as Arnold would say, “Girly-man makeup.” Of course Arnold has very little to input in the Girly-man arena since he has been seen by millions wearing a dress and makeup in ‘Junior‘. I have not been seen by millions whilst in a dress and wearing makeup so I will call Kerry ‘a bit pansy.’ Of course while we make gender reference jokes, if Edwards was a girl, he’d have to be named ‘Sue’ [Man, I’m killing myself here].

Plants
No, not the ones behind them, the ones in the distance producing Suburbans and other quality gas guzzlers. I don’t care if you’re for Bush in the next election, but if Kerry wants to prove that he’s against Bush he needs to not be funding the OilCo’s (that Bush owns some/part of) with his vehicle purchase(s). Kerry however, does not just own gas guzzling vehicles, he’s got a squad of vehicles. John Edwards owns vehicles, but he doesn’t know what they are :).

So, soon, I’ll dig up some fun on Bush and Chenney, except that most liberal groups are doing a great job of making fun of them.

Worth the Sacrifice

Jessica made a tray of Chocolate Chip Cookie Bars a couple days ago. I really didn’t want her to because I knew that she’d ask me to eat them so that she wouldn’t. Being a gal concerned about her weight she doesn’t want to eat too many sweets. Well, as the batch of treats got older (by minutes and hours) she continued to ask me to make the sacrifice and finish them off so that she would not have them there to tempt her. This morning I took the plunge and ate the last cookie bar and am glad to have helped my wife in her battle to stay young, fit and trim.

I think this is the call that many men are not strong enough to accept – eating chocolate chip cookie things. When your partner asks you to buck-up lay your gut on the line and consume more sugar than any person should have in a month to help them out, you need to do it. Part of manliness is about serving your partner and protecting her watching out for evil men who have bad intentions, even if those men are the Keebler Elves [shown with WMD].

Share Your Photos Online

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