tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-270610382009-04-02T21:11:42.324-05:00While trying to come up with a name, I noticed a common thing going on in my house. SCREAMING! The baby screams at me, I scream at Adam, he screams at me, the dog barks at the wind...you get it. Ain't no soft speaking in this place. Loud music, loud tv, loud people. Wanna be loud, come on over. As soon as I am familiar with what I'm doing I'll put up a scream box so that everyone can scream.Ticlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12242431036188872225noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27061038.post-1158766397317878572006-09-20T10:27:00.000-05:002006-09-20T13:54:11.443-05:00Yesterday was national talk like a pirate day and thanks to <a href="http://adamw23.blogspot.com">Adam</a> I now know my pirate name. Here's the goods..<br /><br /><div style="position:relative; border-width:1px; border-color:332200; border-style: solid; background-color:c9b390; padding:0 10px; width:400px; text-align:center; font-family:serif; left:50%; margin:25px 0 25px -200px; color:332200;"><br /> <div><br /> My pirate name is:<br /> </div><br /> <div style="font-size:32px;"><br /> Bloody Bess Roberts </div><br /> <img src="http://www.piratequiz.com/flag.gif" style="top:5px; position:relative; display:block; width:100px; background-color:332200;" /><br /> <div style="left:110px; top:-60px; width:290px; position:relative; text-align: justify;"><br /> Every pirate lives for something different. For some, it's the open sea. For others (the masochists), it's the food. For you, it's definitely the fighting. Two things complete your pirate persona: style and swagger. Maybe a little too much swagger sometimes -- but who really cares? Arr!<br /> </div><br /> <a href="http://www.piratequiz.com/" style="position:absolute; width:100%; left:0px; bottom:20px; color:f8eecc;">Get your own pirate name from piratequiz.com.</a><br />part of the fidius.org network<br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27061038-115876639731787857?l=ticla.blogspot.com'/></div>Ticlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12242431036188872225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27061038.post-1158678243762209452006-09-19T09:43:00.000-05:002006-09-19T10:04:03.773-05:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3023/2841/1600/IMG_0444.0.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3023/2841/320/IMG_0444.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Eat spinach, it's good for you. Don't eat spinach, it will kill you. There are WMD. There were no WMD. Elmo is fun. Leap Frog is educational. And McDowell singing. AHHHH!!<br /><br />Sometimes you just gotta let it out...go ahead scream.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27061038-115867824376220945?l=ticla.blogspot.com'/></div>Ticlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12242431036188872225noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27061038.post-1150563363196730652006-06-17T11:42:00.000-05:002006-06-17T11:56:03.210-05:00So I'm sitting here in the garage (this is where Adam and Zoe put me when I'm cranky) and it is so peaceful. I can hear traffic in the distance, a dog barking and the hmm of the air conditioning unit. There is a cool breeze blowing and I am pretty relaxed. This is a really big deal for me because it almost never happens. In fact, now that I am talking about it, it's going away. I'm becoming more aware with every keystroke. Oh no. What is that? Is that Zoe crying? Adam yelling at Polly? The neighbor mowing the grass? Damn it! And Adam has just appeared. <br /><br />Oh well, I guess it's back to business as usual. See that just goes to show, you gotta enjoy the moment, cuz that's all it is...a moment.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27061038-115056336319673065?l=ticla.blogspot.com'/></div>Ticlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12242431036188872225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27061038.post-1150263998200902152006-06-14T00:35:00.000-05:002006-06-14T00:47:35.933-05:00I know it's been a while since my last post, and my fan is begging for more. We just got back from four dayz at the Wakarusa Music Festival (the title to this post was their slogan) in Lawrence, Kansas. I got to see two bands that I really like, Gov't Mule and Donna the Buffalo. There were more bands, and you can check Adam's blog for that. :-) Anywho, had a great time with Zack, Claude, Eartha, and Adam. We camped, ate, and partied like big dawgz do, and we're all the more happier because of it.<br /><br />Next trip ... Mary Pat & McDowells Wedding.<br /><br />Stay tuned.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27061038-115026399820090215?l=ticla.blogspot.com'/></div>Ticlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12242431036188872225noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27061038.post-1146862847472766712006-05-05T15:54:00.000-05:002006-05-05T16:00:47.480-05:00So we got us a new cat yesterday. We don't have a name for her yet, but we're working on it. She is super sweet and Polly loves her. Gato is another story. He's not to thrilled about her (yet), and I hope he will come around. This is his kingdom and he resents us bringing another furball into the house. Too bad. We are a bit pissy with him anyway. He has declared war on the rabbits in the backyard. And let me tell ya, the rabbits ain't winnin'.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27061038-114686284747276671?l=ticla.blogspot.com'/></div>Ticlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12242431036188872225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27061038.post-1146252338859282072006-04-28T14:19:00.000-05:002006-04-28T14:25:38.866-05:00I really don't have anything to report today. The usual is going on here....aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhaaaahhhhh (screaming). It sounds like peak mating time for cats around here. Zoe is teething and she ain't happy. She's got 2 1/2 teeth. I'm sure Adam and I will be deaf by the 4th one so it might not be as bad after all.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27061038-114625233885928207?l=ticla.blogspot.com'/></div>Ticlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12242431036188872225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27061038.post-1146089022171564712006-04-26T16:54:00.000-05:002006-04-26T17:44:28.936-05:00Who'da thunk it? Certainly not me. Guess I better take her out and see how she runs.<br /><br />Later<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27061038-114608902217156471?l=ticla.blogspot.com'/></div>Ticlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12242431036188872225noreply@blogger.com1