Happy Birthday Lili!

Today was Lili's 17th Birthday!  Happy birthday to the greatest sister ever!  I got her some crochet supplies and the movie "Coraline" (cause that's just the classy, crafty kind of guy I am).  She was really happy about both....now she is making a scarf, but I am going to bed; too much birthday fun for one day.  And I do not like red velvet cake.  Well actually I refused to try it, but if I had, I know I wouldn't have liked it.  

Riding Whales

 Thought you might like to hear about one of my adventures I had while on vacay.  So, what ha' happened wuz....I was walking with Mommy and her friend, and all of a sudden we saw this whale just standing in the middle of a playground.  No water.  Just standing there.  So I told Mommy I was going to catch and ride that whale.  She said I couldn't do it.  I said yes I could.  She said no I couldn't. I said yes I could.  To make a long story short, you can clearly see I did capture the beast, and demanded he take me back to the house because I was tired of walking.  Unfortunately, he had been beached too long, and was stuck in the wood chips permanently.  But it was fun while it lasted....

Recreational Games

                                                                     B-ball.  'Nuf said.

"And I Didn't Vote, Cause I'm Canadian, and I'm Not Allowed...."

 
     Ohhhhhh Caaaanadaaaaa!  Missed me?  I myself have not been in Canada, but Mommy and Daddy went, and brought these back.  The red one for me, and the yellow one for my buddy.  But guess what - they didn't take ANY pictures of Niagara Falls!  I know right?  They went to Toronto and Niagara Falls, rode Maid of the Mist, all that touristy stuff and took ZERO pictures.  It was "too much trouble carrying around the camera when they were walking everywhere."  Oh please.  That's why you shouldn't have left me behind; I would have gladly carried it.  (When I say "gladly" I mean "eventually after much protest about child labor laws, child cruelty, etc.")  But no, I wasn't invited. 
     Now I'm visiting Mommy's college roommate while Daddy shadows at a residency program.  Today he has to hear a lecture on "How to Break Bad News" when it's about children, cause he's shadowing in the Pediatric Unit of this particular hospital.  Isn't that sad?  I'm here having fun, and he's off having to watch doctors tell children and their parents that they will never walk again, have cancer, are going to die, etc.  I can't even imagine.  I don't think I could do what Daddy is going to do in just a couple more years.  Anyway, today I'm off to explore downtown and visit a place where water magically shoots up out of the ground in random intervals and locations.  Please.  Random to the unintelligent eye perhaps, but I'm positive it won't even take me 5 minutes to figure out the pattern....

Road Trippin'

  I'm off traveling the country again!  Mommy can't use her computer right now, so I can't post any pictures of myself.  Don't cry.  No, please stop.  I really hate it when people cry.  I'm a sentimental guy myself. Come on, pull yourself together!
   Anyway, I will be very busy for the next practically week....until Wednesday, so I regret to inform you I won't be around until then.  Ok seriously the crying has GOT to stop.  I can't do this with you right now.  Ok I'm going to bed if you're just going to sit there and cry like a grown-up.  (Because we all know that babies only cry for practical reasons.)  Good night.  Take some kleenex to bed with you.

Summer Colds

  Lucky me; just like Mommy I seem to be one of those that gets colds in the summer rather than winter.  Joy.  You know what always cheers me up though?  Flamingos.  Pink ones.

Anyway, this cold has come at a most inopportune time, as today should have been my day with Mommy hanging out.  She's been with Lili everyday for the past four days helping Lili study for her big biology test.  Pah!  Biology.  I write an entire blog with almost 6,000 views!  What does a guy have to do for a little attention around here?  But that's fine....with my brother coming I'll have some one else to appreciate my the innate genius that is MLS.

And the Verdict Is....

  Today was Cow Appreciation Day!  Did you tell your cows you appreciated them?  I went to Chik-Fil-A for some free (yes that's right, FREE....all you have to do is dress like a cow) food and to see the biggest cow I've ever seen in my entire life.  He was awesomely epic.  I shamefacedly admit that I not only pointed and stared, but I screamed at him too.  He was just too amazing.
   I graciously allowed my buddy's daddy to come with me, even though he is a Clemson fan, because my buddy was away attending cow day with his grandparents.  That's right, Auburn tigers are classy like that.  :)
   Oh you want to know what my brister is?  Sorry, I just got so caught up in cow day, and then going to the drive-in to see Monsters University.  My brister is a........did I mention you get FREE food for cow day?  Like absolutely free.  Isn't that incredible?  Oh right right back to my brister.  It's a mister!  A wonderful, amazing, adorable (but hopefully not too adorable....don't need anyone trying to upstage me) little brother.          Mommy thinks he is going to be milder than me though. Apparently I kicked and rolled and hiccuped throughout my first ultra.  My brother just laid there, occasionally giving a kick here or there, sucking his thumb now and then.  Oh how much I have to teach him.....great and wonderful days lie ahead little bro.

A Mister or a Sister: Which one is My Brister?

  Tomorrow is the day!  Tomorrow I will find out if my brister is a brother or a sister.  I'm so nervous....I mean if it's a girl, the picture on the left is probably very indicative of what life will be like - sitting around at boring hair salons holding hers and Mommy's purses.  But if it's a boy.....!!!!
     If it's a boy we could have so much fun!  I can teach him how to throw a ball and attack the dog and run away from Mommy when she wants to change his diaper.  You just can't do that stuff with a sister.  Throw the ball and if she misses it she'd probably cry, attack the dog and she'd probably feel sorry for it and cry, run away from Mommy and she'd probably fall down and cry.  Cause that's what girls do - they cry.  About everything.  Believe me I know.  I live with two of 'em already.  They get a letter in the mail, with GOOD NEWS, and they cry.  They see a dead squirrel on the side of the road, they cry.  You yank on their ear rings, they cry.  They can watch the same scene in a movie 15 times, and still cry every time they see it.  The female species is just too complicated.  I want a brother.  Please be a brother little brister.

Sugar Thief

                                          Think she'll let me snag a kiss?  Wait for it....wait for it.......
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Victory!  Baby blues and winsome smile claim yet another victim.

"Workin' at the Car Wash"

   I am an amazing son.  Know why?  Well actually the reasons are too numerous, but the reason on my mind today (and on my poor aching muscles) is because I gathered the troops and organized the washing and detailing of Mommy's car.  She has never had her car thoroughly cleaned before.  Don't get me wrong, she tries her best.  She washes it and vacuums it and wipes those girly car cleaning wipes all over the insides, but I'm talking about real cleaning.  Seats unbolted, taken out, and scrubbed, carpet scrubbed, insides of doors washed, mirrors, radio buttons, everything.  Like, with a toothbrush type detailed scrubbing.
     No, sorry, I am not available to do your car.  Mommy's took 12 hours and every ounce of strength my poor little body has.  I'm done.  Never again.  Daddy says his truck is next; I told him he is on his own.

Independence Day Lies!

  I am angry.  I'm fuming right now.  All day Wednesday all I heard was "Oh tomorrow is Independence Day MLS!  This is a big big day!  We have to go to the store for supplies!  Are you excited?"
    Excited.  Yes, I was.  In fact I was thrilled at the prospect of finally being released from my dear Mother's apron strings.  Finally setting out on the road on my own, being my own man, doing my own thing.  But apparently "Independence" Day only holds significance for our country, and not for those of us stuck as dependents.  I thought that this Independence Day thing meant just that - independence for all.  I thought these "supplies" Mommy was buying were for me to set up house with on my own.
    You know what we did instead?  Ate a very unhealthy dinner and then went to watch fireworks.  THREE HOURS PAST MY BEDTIME!  I am in shock that Mommy and Daddy allowed such a travesty.  (Ok, so maybe I slept through it all, but I distinctly remember waking up at 10:30 when we arrived back home!)  I'm just exhausted.  The sheer disappointment of it all....

"Hair! Hair! Short, Beautiful Hair!"

 That's right folks, it's all cut off.  Got it styled and everything.  What do you think?  (That's a rhetorical question by the way.)  I went to sleep on the way home, and woke up in Mommy's arms with Daddy holding scissors next to my ear.  A scary scary way to awaken.  He did a pretty decent job....there may be a spot right on top of my head that looks pretty rough, so you will see me with my hair gelled until it grows back in a little....next time, I'm going to Cristophe.

Found It!

 I have found it....you'll never guess what I found.  And I'm not telling!  I've searched and searched for it, and today, it was found.  Yes, I did shed a few tears of joy, and sadness.  It's like when you throw all of your toys out of the pack n' play - you have that feeling of rapture at having thrown out every last one, but soon it's replaced with sadness that you have nothing left to throw.
     You'll see what "it" is all in good time my friend, all in good time...until then, may your curiosity not devour you completely, but just act as a minor nuisance a few times a day....