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Friday, September 28, 2007
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Ted strikes again...
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We were paid a visit yesterday afternoon by one of our old neighbors, a nice young guy named Raymond P. Raymond lived right next door for a number of years starting when he was around eight or nine years old. He has now recently returned from a deployment along the Mexico border with the Army National Guard. Cassie talked him into staying for dinner. After we finished eating, we were all sitting around talking, laughing, trading insults, etc. Somewhere in the conversation, Ray P mentioned that he was told that the shelf-life of a Twinkie was something like 37 years. That set off a running discussion of Twinkies in general, with many fascinating Twinkie factoids being tossed around the table. As some point, there was the sound of Teddy repeatedly saying "EXCUSE ME!, EXCUSE ME!" over and over. Finally, Mrs A. gave Teddy permission to speak. The crowd around the table fell silent. Ted says (while waving his hands in front of him, hands open, palms up), "I just have ONE question!" "WHAT EXACTLY is a TWINKIE!?" Everyone burst out laughing. Ray P sat there with his jaw dropped open in shock. I guess I'd better buy Ted a Twinkie or two. No American ought to grow up Twinkie-free. |
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| thus voiced The A, Mistah @ 10:14 PM | |
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Wednesday, September 26, 2007
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My Dad, the Fed
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| Somehow, this blog post strikes me as extremely funny. http://ortlerfilter.blogspot.com/ If you know my dad, you know he's on top of the stock market and everything happening in the economy here and around the world. Check out my mom's blog and you'll see why he must be so knowledgeable. | |
| thus voiced Mrs A @ 8:26 AM | |
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Sunday, September 23, 2007
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Another Great Accomplishment in the Feta Family!
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Mrs. A got all her laundry washed and put away in one day, AND she dusted. (just trying to keep up with my boys) |
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| thus voiced Mrs A @ 7:24 AM | |
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Wednesday, September 19, 2007
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While I'm on the subject...
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... of cool things my kids do, I would be most remiss if I did not mention this neat-o item: Chaz brought this home over the weekend. Note that it says "FIRST PLACE." He won this in a trap match by breaking 45 out of 50 clays, shooting against 30+ competitors. And when it really counts, he shoots even better. While pheasant hunting yesterday, he only had the opportunity to fire his gun twice, but both times, the birds dropped. And he took both of those shots after someone else had missed. Pretty impressive, I'd say. |
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| thus voiced The A, Mistah @ 7:35 PM | |
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Sunday, September 16, 2007
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IT IS OFFICAL!!!!!
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| thus voiced The A, Mistah @ 12:03 PM | |
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Thursday, September 13, 2007
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Smart move, it would seem...
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So one of my coworkers just walked into my office and told me that his son's teacher called his wife just now to recommend that they have their son evaluated for ADHD, and perhaps get him on some appropriate medication for same. It seems that "there have been several incidents" in the words of the teacher. Apparently the teacher has had to give him three "time-outs" in the past three days. The kid in question is 5 years old and today is his third day in school. The discussion made me feel slightly ill. Really. Yet another instance that confirms that Mrs A. made a very, very smart move all those years ago, when choosing how to educate our kids. Brilliant woman, my wife. |
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| thus voiced The A, Mistah @ 12:02 PM | |
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Monday, September 03, 2007
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Just returned...
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...from camping. We left on Friday morning, and returned this afternoon. Just a couple of memorable quotes: Saturday morning, after finding red squirrel droppings on our picnic table: Mrs. A (trying to tease Teddy): "Ted, what cup do you want, the one with the mouse poops on it or the one with the red squirrel poops on it?" Ted (unflappable and very matter-of-fact): "Ummmmm, I'll take squirrel...." Sunday night, as we sat around the fire waiting for Mrs. A to put the finishing touches on dinner: Andrew: "Wow, the food here is just like at home, except it has dirt in it!" Today, shortly after arriving home and unpacking: Mrs A.: "Boy, I smell like I haven't taken a shower in three days, oh yeah, umm, well...." |
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| thus voiced The A, Mistah @ 4:30 PM | |
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