Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Adam and Ivanna

Have a Merry Christmas! We love you and God bless you.

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Sitting in the Car

This afternoon Ivanna and I went on an errand together. We brought Mary Scot with us. While sitting in the car listening to music, within the glove box I found this: (written in Uriah's hand)

Ivanna: My car just squeals easily.

Dad: Yes, when it's nearly airborne.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Joke - From Texas

Why did the chicken cross the road?

To prove to the armadillo it could be done.

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

I Meant To Do My Work Today

I Meant To Do My Work Today

by Richard Le Gallienne

I meant to do my work today,
But a brown bird sang in the apple tree,
And a butterfly flitted across the field,
And all the leaves were calling me.

And the wind went sighing over the land,
Tossing the grasses to and fro,
And a rainbow held out its shining hand--
So what could I do but laugh and go?

Friday, February 20, 2009

The Soundtrack to Our Lives part 1 of 5 (or 4)

Every once in awhile one may run across one of their lesser known works. This happened to me rather resently. So get ready for a journey to the very depths of hell.
I believe this maybe a roughdraft.

So you may ask "why are you serving this vanilla story in a room full of chocolote?"
The answer is, to quote a famous author, "that if something is worth doing it is worth doing badly." And I believe that story telling is worth my time.

side rant. Notice that I did not call this an epic journey. That is because I hate it when people call there own work epic.

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Without a fence between...Dog + Chicken = Trouble

Today I looked out the back door to see Mary Scot running excitedly around. I thought this could mean only one thing. This is of course, because one of our chickens is a wonderful flier. She can fly straight over the fence walls - I've seen her do it.
I dashed outside catching a glimpse of Hatchy, flustered, but quick, racing away from MS. The chicken was able to slip through the neighbors picket fence while I caught the dog. Poor Hatchy was finally found unharmed in the neighbors yard and returned to her pen. We'll be roofing the pen tomorrow!

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Be careful - It might not be what you think you hear

Tonight while at Fins, a nice coffee shop in Santa Cruz, my siblings, a friend and I were whispering while a group was jamming. My friend whispered my way (at least this is what I think he said.)

I was like, "Huh?"
"The song," he says, "is creepy." He points to his ear in a motion that says listen. "It's a stalker song." He adds.

Uriah points at an older fellow then whispers to me, "That old guy is a stalker?"