Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Sarah: "I like 'em kind of crispy. I like girl scout thin mints. I like to put thin mints in the freezer and eat them cold and frozen."
Josh: "I like my cookies soft. I especially like those soft molasses cookies you can buy in the store. Molasses cookies are my favorite, but they have to be soft."
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Saturday, February 24, 2007
Friday, February 23, 2007
They also got a picture of a deer, a raccoon, and even a bear, but alas... no bigfoot.
Happy Birthday Steve!
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Bring the singer, bring the nester;
Give the buried flower a dream;
Make the settled snowbank steam;
Find the brown beneath the white;
But whate'er you do tonight,
Bathe my window, make it flow,
Melt it as the ice will go;
Melt the glass and leave the sticks
Like a hermit's crucifix;
Burst into my narrow stall;
Swing the picture on the wall;
Run the rattling pages o'er;
Scatter poems on the floor;
Turn the poet out of door.
OK, so Washingtonians can't drive in the snow. But do we have to be sneered at by smug snow senators like Vermont's Patrick Leahy? On a day last week when a few inches shut down much of the District, Leahy opened a committee hearing with some Green Mountain State chest-pounding. "A little snow's not going to stop us," he bragged at the sparsely populated hearing. "We had 2 feet of snow overnight," he says of his home state. "I'm told that a number of places opened as much as an hour late. It's a new generation, and they go slowly."
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
This is proof that my father once wore shorts. I know I've never seen it.
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Monday, February 19, 2007
Saturday, February 17, 2007
I had no destination in mind…just walking. I swung along past the center grass, past the Big Pine Lodge and behind the Sunset Bowl. On a whim, I turned off the road and descended down into the gully, walked across its broad sandy bottom, and clambered back up the opposite side. I found myself standing in front of the old swing set, which sat atop the gully’s rim. The dark dripping forest hemmed in behind it, and, in the dark, it was hard to differentiate one tree from another. The woods were a dark ominous mass- a wild place- and the swing set stood on its edge like the last remote outpost of a civilization.
My breath was ragged from the climb so I slumped down heavily into the nearest swing, and instantly felt the cold rainwater soak through my pants and underwear.
Off in the distance, the quiet night was shattered by the sirens of a fire engine racing up rt. 243, and from somewhere on the ridge behind me a pack of coyotes answered with a frenzied chorus of yips and howls. I began to swing in the rain; pumping my legs and keeping my feet clear of the puddle which had formed in the trough beneath me. I went higher and faster until my outstretched feet nearly grazed a cedar branch above me and my hands were red and uncomfortable from gripping the wet chains in the cold night air.
Can't wait to see ya Job. Let me know if there is anything you want to do in So. Cal. and we will make it happen. We have deserts, mountains, palm trees, beaches and, for a time, we will have Job Tate.
Thursday, February 15, 2007
You start talking about the weather in your home state and, of course, you paint the gloomiest picture possible... 40 below, feet of snow, everything closed... or maybe... mosquitoes, sooooo muggy, that's the worst part- the mugginess, I could handle the the 110 degree heat if it weren't so muggy.
It goes on and on like that with both sides whipped up into a frenzy trying to convince everyone in earshot that where they live is truly the nastiest, coldest, hottest, most forbidding and unwelcoming habitat that was ever attempted by mankind.
I'm guilty of this too, or at least have been in the past, but I have noticed this trend, and I have observed that it is annoying, and I will stop. You?
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
They were powerful words and spoken well;
Properly weighted as they fell
Through funnel ears and down the spout;
Flowing...crashing... swirling about;
Stirring up the sediment sin
Layered deep over the years within,
And, oh, that rising flood of grace
Overflowed as tears upon my face,
And through the tears He heard me say
"Please, oh Lord, wash my sins away."
Monday, February 12, 2007
Sunday, February 04, 2007
All three branches of government would be taken over by the players and coaching staff of the team of your choice.
I say the Redskins.
After all they're already in Washington.
I will drink a delicious beverage.
I will comment that the commercials weren't as good this year.
Someone else will disgaree with me and say they liked this commercial or that one.
I will stick to my guns and say "That one was alright, but I still don't think they're as good overall."
The aforementioned someone will then say "whatever."
At halftime I will get up, stare at the food, and even though I am not even remotely hungry anymore I will force some more calories down the old food shoot.
It's the way of my people.
I will root for the colts.
The Bears will win by ten points.
Final score 24-14.
Thursday, February 01, 2007
Which one would you choose to know?
How will I die?
When will I die?