Ouch

Yesterday's blog about what Syd would take to an island was funny, because it was just so obvious. The girl has NOT REMOVED those Wizard of Oz shoes since my mom gave them to her, and her bubble gum mouthwash is like her heroin. We are very fortunate that it's alcohol-free, because she'd be an addict by now.

Anyway...it got me to thinking that whatever two things you'd have to say you couldn't live without....those two things really say a lot about you. Your values. Priorities. Brain cells. So here's the second installment in the series.

Pooch. These tennis balls go everywhere with him...they are much like HIS heroin.

And all subtlety aside, I can't help but wonder if the fact that he was a "rescue dog" who was neutered exceptionally early in life has anything to do with his obsession. Don't we always want what we cannot have?

I'm just sayin'. :-)

Survivor

Sydney's marooned on an island....this is what she takes with her.

G-U-A-R-A-N-T-E-E-D.

Project Runway

See that outfit up there? No, really, did you see it? Look again. Click on it to make it bigger, and study it for a second. Get a good look?

She's serious. This girl stands by her fashion choices, and will defend them to the death. You need to know that she is truly and measurably offended when I STILL tell her, day after day, that no....in fact...she may NOT choose her own clothes for school.

Unbelievable. Or terribly believable. Guess it depends on who you're askin'.

We had a GREAT weekend this past weekend...me, Sydney, and Howdy Doody up there.

Guess where we went?? Tough one, I know.

Colin's just a scooch obsessed with maps. Eric's jumped on this interest, and now has the kid surprisingly aware of the whole globe, as they sit in his room each night & cover continents, countries, states, capitals, etc. Colin manages to work it into just about everything we do. "Mommy, are we going to the post office on Fecteau Way?" and "Are we going to the grocery store in Lee? Down route 125? Or the one in Raymond off route 27?". It's endearing and annoying all at once---never equally, I assure you.

Anyhow---Eric's been at the law library at school all day. He's working on a big project, and will be there for most of the long weekend. So tonight at dinner....here's ---just about verbatim---Colin's prayer:

"Dear God. Thank you that we got to go to the Topsfield Fair today. I liked that you made that. Good job. And thank you for this delicious dinner. And please help Daddy to have a safe ride home tonight. Amen"

So sweet....but after his first bite of food, he gets this panicked look on his face and asked to pray again real quick. Umm...okay. Here's was the addendum:

"Dear God. Remember how I asked you to keep Daddy safe? I forgot to give you directions. He's in Andover. Andover, Massachusetts. It's down route 93, and there's a sign on the highway. I don't know the exit. You'll have to ask your Dad. Ya know, God? Ask him. He'll know the exit. Amen".

Dude, I DIED.
Have a great holiday!!

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Just had to share this video because it reminds me so much of Pooch. You see, Pooch is half beagle. (The other half--complete moron) His Jack Russell half is maddeningly stupid, but his beagle half is just sadly and pathetically stupid.



This is captured perfectly at 1:13 when the poor guy realizes he's totally SCREWED.

It's a good one--