She’s Having My Baby

Dear Lean Cuisine:

Dear Lean Cuisine,

Please consider a change of your name that is more descriptive of your product.  I propose your name should be changed to Break Room Microwave Odorizer.  The tag line could be “It doesn’t matter how many right angles or doors separate you from a shared microwave, the all new Break Room Microwave Odorizers will make it to your nose in record speed.  Just heat and smell them work.  Plus, you can eat them too!”  A companion product could be the Burned Popcorn Break Room Odorizer.  “For all those tough to fight pleasant office smells, Burned Popcorn Break Room Odorizer penetrates deeply into the walls and air ducts of the office, making your freshly cleaned clothes smell like burned popcorn in no time at all!” 

Signed,

My Nose

Backyards

This was taken today in our backyard in Winter Park, CO.

In Colorado, people deal with this in their backyards.  I deal with fleas.

I Hate

I hate the word “marginalia” for obvious reasons.

Used in a sentence: 

Please excuse my messy marginalia.  

OR

I hope opposing counsel doesn’t accidently see my marginalia.

My friends and I made these up…

Spell Icup.

Say Ketchup and Rubber Buns after everything I say…1) What did you eat for breakfast? 2) What did you eat for dinner? 3) What do you do when you see a pretty girl?

I see you under there…(under where(wear)?)

Man it smells like up dog in here.

Ok, it starts like this…  “I went to a chinese restaurant, to buy a loaf of bread, bread, bread…”

Jingle bells, Batman smells, Robin laid an egg…

I don’t care if you think you’ve heard these before.  You must have heard them from my small Lutheran school in Houston, TX because we made these up.

Call me a nerd, but this was awesome…

How can you not like YoYo Ma?

Annalee Quote of the Day

“In houses with wood floors, do you wear house shoes?”

I politely told her there were no preconceived rules about what clothes you are allowed to wear in your own house regardless of what floors you have.

Proud.

Annalee and Kristin finishing a half marathon.

Annalee has started walking for breast cancer.

And she’s not going to stop until she’s walked 60 miles. 

She’s constantly doing things to push herself, to make herself better.  Usually, it’s connected to a good cause such as this.  It’s one of the things that makes me crazy for her. 

I’m lazy, only slightly self-motivated.  She’s not.  She accomplishes more in one day than I could in a week.  To prove my point, over the next three days she’ll probably walk 59 1/2 more miles than I will.  She wins, she always does. 

The moral of this rambling is that I’m proud of her and I hope you are too.  If you see her, tell her.  You can never hear that sort of thing enough. 

If Adelaide is even a tiny bit like her mom (and who could dispute that?), some guy is going to be super blessed.

Football…Japanese style.

Thanks Cheryl.

Witt

My nephew is perfect. 

He may have an extremely rare genetic syndrome, but to me and God he’s perfect. 

I pray that my life has even a small fraction of the impact that his already has on the lives of others.

God, thank you for Witt.

Go see for yourself.