A blog about Kyle and Rebecca's family
YAY! Kyle got the Christmas lights up on the house.
We had to buy new ones, because our red and green mini lights stayed on the house too long last year and they died, which is a bummer. But we went out and got some nice new lights and they are up. Ethan tried very hard to sneak up onto the roof again this year, but every time I saw him trying I told him to stop. 😉
Look at that face, it says ‘Dang mommy won’t you go away so I can climb up there in peace!’
This is just something funny that Jonathan printed out and had me read when we were in California last month:
Whenever I get a packet of M&M’s, I make it my duty to continue the strength and robustness of the sweet as a species. To this end, I hold M&M duels.
Taking two M&M’s between my thumb and forefinger, I apply pressure, squeezing them together until one of them cracks and splinters. That one is the loser, and I eat the inferior one immediately. The winner continues to the next round.
I have found that, in general, the brown and red M&M’s are tougher, and the newer blue ones are genetically inferior. I have hypothesized that the blue M&M’s as a race cannot survive long in the intense theater of competition that is the modern candy and snack-food world.
Occasionally I will get a mutation, an M&M that is mis-shapen, or pointier, or flatter than the rest. Almost invariably this proves to be a weakness, but on very rare occasions it gives the candy extra strength. In this way, the species continues to adapt to its environment.
When I reach the end of the pack, I am left with one M&M, the strongest of the herd. Since it would make no sense to eat this one as well, I pack it neatly in an envelope and send it to M&M Mars, a Division of Mars, Inc., along with a 3×5 card reading, “Please use this M&M for breeding purposes.” This week they wrote back to thank me, and sent me a coupon for a free pound of M&M’s. I consider this grant money. I have set aside the weekend for a grand tournament.
From a field of hundreds, we will discover the true champion.
There can only be one.
Tyra is now officially a Daisy Girl Scout! I am SO excited to be getting her into girl scouts, and SHE is even more excited than I am, if that’s even possible. 😉 She went to her first troop meeting yesterday and just LOVED it, she also earned 3 of the petals already!
Tonight we took her to the Girl Scout shop to get her vest and all the parts of the uniform, and Tyra was just beaming. How cute is my Daisy?
This is the declaration Dinah made as she picked up the empty cracker box and looked through it, at me.
I hate spam. Both the canned meat and the spam e-mails. We also get a LOT of spam comments on this, our blog. I usually ignore them, but lately I’ve been getting these spam comments that are ‘jokes’. Here are a bunch of them:
Ok that’s not even all of them, but at least they’re not dirty jokes right? 😉