Humor
It looks like it's totally raindropping outside
Mon Nov 19, 2007
Eva has quite the way with words. When it started
raining recently:
"It looks like it's totally raindropping outside"
"It looks like it's totally raindropping outside"
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Pickle splat
Thu Apr 20, 2006
With a title
like that, how could you not read it?
We were eating out on the porch tonight, since it was a beautiful spring evening. After dinner, (turkey burgers & pasta), Eva climbed down from her chair, and found the flyswatter that we had out for the carpenter bees. She was waving it around, and at one point, we started joking that she was swinging it like a baseball bat. She kept swinging it like that, so I decided to pitch a pickle to her, leftover from her plate. The pickle went flying through the air, and her swing was nowhere near hitting it. She needs some practice before joining the Sox. At least the Red Sox.
It landed, lonely on the wood of the porch, the pickle juice seeping out, slowly robbing it of its pickle nature.
She decided it wasn't dead yet, and started swatting it. She hit it with the flyswatter repeatedly, attempting to flatten it, though each time it bounced back with kosher pickle resiliency. It had been blessed! Giving up on flattening it, she bent down to pick it up - I thought she was just inspecting it. Well, yes, she did inspect it, then promptly popped it in her mouth before parental intervention was possible. Both of us parents were immediately grossed out and laughing, simultaneously. From the expressions on our faces, she realized that what she just popped in her mouth wasn't so savory, and she spat it out. It bounced back onto the porch, and came to rest in peace, continuing to ooze out its pickle nature into the wood. Did you know pickle is a great wood preservative? I didn't either.
Eva is a determined child. She would not be thwarted - That pickle was just too darn picklish! She decided to stomp on it, to finally rend it's pickle nature from it once and for all. Soon transformed into a ball of greenish mush by her 30 pound bouncing body attached to feet of pickle death, it finally lay there in peace.
Then the dog ate it.
We were eating out on the porch tonight, since it was a beautiful spring evening. After dinner, (turkey burgers & pasta), Eva climbed down from her chair, and found the flyswatter that we had out for the carpenter bees. She was waving it around, and at one point, we started joking that she was swinging it like a baseball bat. She kept swinging it like that, so I decided to pitch a pickle to her, leftover from her plate. The pickle went flying through the air, and her swing was nowhere near hitting it. She needs some practice before joining the Sox. At least the Red Sox.
It landed, lonely on the wood of the porch, the pickle juice seeping out, slowly robbing it of its pickle nature.
She decided it wasn't dead yet, and started swatting it. She hit it with the flyswatter repeatedly, attempting to flatten it, though each time it bounced back with kosher pickle resiliency. It had been blessed! Giving up on flattening it, she bent down to pick it up - I thought she was just inspecting it. Well, yes, she did inspect it, then promptly popped it in her mouth before parental intervention was possible. Both of us parents were immediately grossed out and laughing, simultaneously. From the expressions on our faces, she realized that what she just popped in her mouth wasn't so savory, and she spat it out. It bounced back onto the porch, and came to rest in peace, continuing to ooze out its pickle nature into the wood. Did you know pickle is a great wood preservative? I didn't either.
Eva is a determined child. She would not be thwarted - That pickle was just too darn picklish! She decided to stomp on it, to finally rend it's pickle nature from it once and for all. Soon transformed into a ball of greenish mush by her 30 pound bouncing body attached to feet of pickle death, it finally lay there in peace.
Then the dog ate it.
Screwing the bike
Sun Apr 16, 2006
Yesterday I was
working on my road bike. I had it up on the bike
stand, and the tools were out. Eva was playing
nearby, and was having fun exploring the tools. She
decided she wanted to fix the bike, too. She picked
up a screwdriver, walked over to the bike, put the
screwdriver up against a bolt, and said, "look maddy,
I'm screwing the bike!"
Projects (generating chaos)
Fri Feb 25, 2005
