Friday, June 29, 2012

father's day


 Story #1:
title:  my dad is crazy.
he went on a trip to duluth with his friend in the winter.  he decided to go near the river, just to "check out" the ice.  he fell in.  just as he was about to go all the way in, kim caught him, and tried to pull him back.  his head went into the river a few times during the saving process, but he was ok.

Story #2:
title:  my dad is crazy.
he likes to give telemarketers a hard time.  the other day when some poor soul called to ask if he would take a political survey, he put the guy on speaker phone and said that he would only take the survey if everyone in the room could take it too.  as a group.  the telemarketer couldn't hang up fast enough.  if i'm ever in the vicinity of my dad answering the phone to a sales person, i take the phone out of his hand and hang up.  then i give him back the phone. i feel like it's a public service for all phone people. 

Story #3:
title:  my dad is crazy
one time he was driving and accidently hit another car.  he was wearing his mario brothers fleece pants and some crazy vest.  he was a little embarrassed about his outfit but went with it.  the woman got out of the car and went over to talk with my dad.  she was pretty rude and treated him like a crazy person because of his outfit.  my dad picked up on this and decided to play a little game.  he started to pretend like he liked her and he asked for her phone number and if she wanted to go out sometime.  she ran out of there quickly in a huff. 

my dad is freaking awesome.  there has never been a dull moment with him around.  i wouldn't trade him for a million normal dads. and that's the truth. 

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

my new favorite

Linus Larrabee: And I want tickets to whatever Broadway show nobody can get tickets to.
[Mack looks inquisitively at him]
Linus Larrabee: I know, I seldom go to the theatre.
Mack: Seldom?
Linus Larrabee: So, I'm not a theatre buff.
Mack: Buff? The most difficult tickets to get will be for a Broadway musical.
Linus Larrabee: [distractedly] Okay.
Mack: That means that the performers will periodically dance about and burst into song.
Roman Holiday
the FLAWLESS production
Out the window in the Guthrie
they had all the famous scenes
amazing set
they built a trevi fountain
and a mouth of truth
beautiful music too; very talented singers and dancers
it was especially fun to sit
in the front row and to see the action up close.
another lovely minnesota memory. 

**insider tip - go before June 30

Monday, June 25, 2012

bike ding-a-ling-ing, bird chasing, silly face making

all in a day's work.
she's hard to keep up with
but i gonna keep tryin'.

Thursday, June 21, 2012

a return to civility - GENIUS

When someone asks you to switch seats on a plane so they can sit with a family member or friend, do so. -- And if you see a separated twosome sitting near you, offer to switch seats with one of them.

Delete junk e-mail and chain letters on the spot. -- Don't forward them to family and friends. Everyone gets too many e-mails already-help lighten the load.

If you have to curse, choose silly words over offensive ones. -- Choose words like "snicker doodles," "snap," "crummy buttons," or "fiddle dee dee." You're not likely to offend anyone in hearing distance, and it may help lighten the moment.

Get off your cell phone while conducting transactions. -- The girl selling you a sweater at the Gap doesn't want to wait for you to finish your conversation about what to have for dinner so she can ask for your credit card.

Dads: Carry the diaper bag, push the stroller, and look after your kids as often as your wife does.

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

anyone? bueller?

ask Minnesotans where the stone arch bridge is... & see how many people have no idea where it is.  then ask them during the festival named after said bridge, and still, theycan't tell you.  not even kidding. 

we did find it.  the river was high and mighty.  we stood on it for about 2.5 seconds.  it was hot ok?  super hot & humid.  but still beautiful.  because minnesota is the bomb diggity.

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

summer. oh to be a kid again!!!

Summer afternoonsummer afternoon;
to me those have always been the
two most beautiful words
in the English language.
—Henry James

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

memorial day (not camping)

Chloe's hand from swinging too much
on the monkey bars.
I tell ya, this playground stuff
can be pretty intense.
Look, a rock.
Down and dirty
without a care in the world.
Ahhh... smell the fresh air of childhood.
Caption please...
One missing tooth!

Memorial day we went to Excelcior, got icecream at our favorite place
Licks, and played near the beach and walk by the sailboats. 
It was way better than camping.

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

sisterly love

{scene:  the kids playing with the corvette, the battery operated car that they can ride in}

zayah (age 3):  wait! i'm coming! [grabs car in motion]
chloe (age 6):  no zayah, remember how you got run over by the jeep?
jake (age 7):  chloe! you were the one who ran him over!

Monday, June 11, 2012

i have... the key... to one eyed willie

great finds on the internets:
"From Cannon Beach, we went to Astoria. Our first stop was at the Welcome Center, where a young man valiantly abstained from laughing at us while drawing a map to the Goonie House. Mike bought a pint glass that says 'Goonies Never Say Die.' The young man didn't laugh at us then, either. I hope Oregon is paying him well."
I love these people... have no idea who they are, but  seriously, they rock.  Finding this post last week made my day.

and how can you not adore these
sticker sheets from
Oregon, I promise I'm coming. 
pinky swear!

Friday, June 8, 2012


serves him right for sitting on that bench.

ps is eva trying to lick ronald's ear?!

Thursday, June 7, 2012

the lovely escape of imagination

When I was leaving yesterday,
Eva said "LALA!! I have a surprise for you!!"
She held out her hands, so I looked.
There was nothing in them.
I was in a hurry, so I said ok thanks bye!
She said "no TAKE IT!!"
So I pretended to take it.
Just before I shut the front door, she yelled
in a very serious, urgent voice.

It was a close call...

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

good, better, best & worst: blogging styles

** this post is all in good fun; read tongue in cheek

Good:  I went to the store, but they didn’t have my favorite kind of butter. I left very sad.

Better:  I went to the store and they were out of my favorite butter.

Best:  The store didn’t have my favorite butter.

Worst:  After thinking about if I wanted to take a nap or not, I went to the store and tried to find my favorite butter. The first time I had this type of butter was when I was a ranch hand on a farm in Montana. They served it every night. Sometimes people at dinner would tell me really long stories and we would stay at the table until the wee hours of the morning. When I asked them to pass the pepper, instead they would pass the salt. It was so hysterical! I guess you had to be there. Anyway, I sure miss my butter. And the country folk. And I love naps.

ps did you know there's a restaurant called Butter?  who knew?!  (Google did!)
pps my favorite kind of butter is actually not butter.  it's yogurt.  brummel & brown.  yum.

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

New Word

he got squinkied.
squinky happens.
he is squinkylicious.
best bargain in the twin cities. 
for only a quarter, you get one of these
lovely animals to love and to squish
and to call your own. 
try one today!