25 April, 2011

Thematic Photographic 143 - Please be seated

A brief intro - Carmi takes photos, he challenges you the reader to take photos and post them to matche his theme challenge. I struggle with finding things that aren't Spotty Chop. YOU should not have the same problem

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This weeks theme is  Sitting Sitting

Eggcelent! 

24 April, 2011

Some Bunny Loves You

The meaning of Easter? Helping your kid believe in magic



23 April, 2011

Spotty Chops Eggcelent Adventure


We spent the day with Moo, Freak Show, Hippy Chick, CR and Cheese Please and about 6 or 7 dozen eggs.


Several weeks ago Spotty said “I can’t wait to go to Auntie Moo’s to color Easter Eggs”. So I immediately wrote to her to say “Not sure if you guys were planning on coloring, Spotty apparently is.

Moo wrote back

a) I do whatever Spotty says.

b) Of course we are coloring eggs.

 

One of the many reasons he loves visiting the Moo family. What are the other reasons? Well…


there is a puppy




A Pillow pile













An insane Lego race (that I got NO photos of…I was too busy building my ship, finding a force field and repelling attacks from Freak Show. )


And eggs!

Happy Egg Day to all!


  









21 April, 2011

News Flash Spotty Chop does something other than play video games

Look at my baby!


I loved playing soccer as a kid. I was always good at it, not great, which was hard growing up in a town that seemed almost European in its fanatical pursuit of producing the BEST soccer teams around.

I think I could have been great…if I practiced, which I didn’t. I was lucky that I enjoyed being really good without effort. Mainly because I was very fast (I ran both indoor and outdoor track). The town we live in now? I don’t believe they really focus on soccer. I’m ok with that. I want Spotty to learn how to play on a team. I think it’s important especially as he has no siblings. He will learn how to compromise, how to pitch in, how to deal with the asshats that hog the ball, how to become something bigger than himself. I think he will be a decent soccer player, he is quite fast and seems to have an innate knack of body position. Will he be great? Don’t know and more importantly Don’t care. I want him to have fun with a sport that he will be able to play for most of his life.








This won’t be the last time you see photos of soccer…especially if I can find some of me playing!

13 April, 2011

Boston Bruins Prayer

Our Father, who art in Boston.
Hockey be thy name.
Thy will be done.
The cup will be won.
On ice, as well as in the stands.
Give us this day our hockey sticks.
And forgive us our penalties, as we forgive those who cross-check against us.
Lead us not into elimination, but deliver us to victory.
In the name of the fans, Lord Stanley and in the name of da BRUINS! AMEN!!!

09 April, 2011

What’s in a name?

So I heard of  this   and gave it a try you should too


Spotty’s anagram name is Soppy, Hot CT (when using Spotty Chop as his name)
Apparently we have a new state

If I use his actual name….

WHAT-HO! MAXIMISE SCUM DOZY TWIT



Mine? I’m glad you asked

IS A WIZARD NUKES


Damn straight!!!

07 April, 2011

Buffy Season 6

My favorite quotes of this season...


Tara: It was supposed to confuse him but it just made him peppy. Its not supposed to mix with anything. You think he's taking prescription medication?


Willow: I got her head back on, didn't I? And I got her off those knock-knock jokes.

Xander: Scenario: We raise Buffy from the grave. She tries to eat our brains. Do we: a) congratulate ourselves on a job well done-
Willow: Xander, this isn't zombies.
Anya: And zombies don't eat brains anyway, unless instructed to by their zombie master. A lot of people get that wrong.

Xander: I know we've been going straight because I've been following the North Star.
Willow: Xander, that's not the North Star, it's an airplane.

Giles: Well, I know I'm back in America now. I've been knocked unconscious.

Warren: What the hell is that?
Andrew: Death Star, dude! Wicked, huh?
Jonathan: Uh, thermal exhaust port's above the main port, numbnuts.
Andrew: For your information, I'm using the Empire's revised design from Return of the Jedi.
Jonathan: That's a flawed design!

Dawn: So what are you supposed to be?
Anya: An angel.
Dawn: Oh, shouldn't you have wings?
Anya: Um, no, this is a special kind of angel called a Charlie. We don't have wings, we just skate around with perfect hair fighting crime.

Buffy: Did you know about this?
Giles: No. Unless I blocked it from my memory, much as I will Xander's vigorous use of his tongue.
Buffy: Is that why you're always cleaning your glasses? So you won't have to see what we're doing?
Giles: Tell no one.

Buffy: Were you parking? With a vamp?
Dawn: I didn't know he was dead.
Justin: Living dead.
Dawn: Shut up.
Buffy: How did you not know?
Dawn: I just met him.
Buffy: Oh, so you were parking with a boy you just met?
Justin: We've seen each other at parties.
Buffy: Shut up.
Dawn: Oh, like you've never fallen for a vampire?
Buffy: That was different.
Dawn: It always is when it's you.

Tara: To what? Violate my mind like that? How could you, Willow? How could you after what Glory did to me?
Willow: Violate you? I... I-I didn't ... mean anything like that, I-I, I just wanted us not to fight any more. I love you.
Tara: If you don't wanna fight, you don't fight. You don't use magic to make a fight disappear.
Willow: But I-I just wanted to make things better. Better for us.
Tara: But you don't get to decide what is better for us, Will. We're in a relationship, we are supposed to decide together

Giles: Magic! Magic's all balderdash and chicanery. I'm afraid we don't know a bloody thing. Except I seem to be British, don't I? Uh, and a man. With... glasses. Well, that narrows it down considerably.

Giles: We'll get our memory back, it'll all be right as rain.
Spike: Oh, listen to Mary Poppins. He's got his crust all stiff and upper with that Nancy-boy accent. You English men are always so... bloody hell! Sodding, blimey, shagging, knickers, bollocks. Oh god... I'm English.
Giles: Welcome to the Nancy tribe.
Spike: You don't suppose you and I...we're not related, are we?
Anya: There is a ruggedly handsome resemblance.
Giles: Yes, and you do inspire a particular feeling of familiarity and ... disappointment. Older brother?
Spike: Father. Oh God, how I must hate you!
Giles: What did I do!?

Buffy: Hey... how've you been?
Amy: Rat. You?
Buffy: Dead.
Amy: Oh.

Xander: Anya has a theory. She thinks that Martha Stewart froze that guy.
Anya: Don't be ridiculous. Martha Stewart isn't a demon. She's a witch.
Xander: Please, she-Really?
Anya: Of course. Nobody could do that much d├ęcoupage without calling on the powers of darkness.

Buffy: Yeah, well, to you and me they're just candles, but to witches they're like... bongs.

Buffy: You know, this place is okay for a hole in the ground. You fixed it up.
Spike: Well, I ate a decorator once. Maybe something stuck.

Willow: You know, when I was little I used to spend hours imagining what my wedding to Xander would be like. And now I look at them and just think... he-he-he!

Willow: Just so you know, I'm prepared to hate this woman any way you want.
Buffy: Thanks, but no. I don't wanna seem all petty.
Willow: Well, that's the beauty. You can't, but I can. Please. Let me carry the hate for the both of us.
Buffy: Go nuts.

Andrew: Think your little witch buddy's gonna stop with us? You saw her! She's a truck-driving magic mama! And we've got maybe seconds before Darth Rosenberg grinds everybody into Jawa burgers. And not one of you bunch has the midi-clorians to stop her.
Xander: You've never had any tiny bit of sex, have you?
Anya: The annoying virgin has a point.

Anya: I care if you live or die, Xander. I'm just not sure which one I want

Dark Willow: You called me a rank, arrogant amateur. Well buckle up, Rupert... 'Cause I've turned pro.

Dark Willow: Is this the master plan? You're gonna stop me by telling me ya love me?
Xander: Well, I was going to walk you off a cliff and hand you an anvil, but, eh, it seemed kinda cartoony.

04 April, 2011

Dear Spotty Chop you were 73 months old yesterday

Your daddy and you were talking the other day about how nice it was having the sun be bright when Boy Toy goes to pick you up. Boy Toy said “do you know that up in Alaska during the winter they only get one hour of sun a day, but in the summer? It doesn’t get dark until 10 or 11 pm.” Your eyes grew wide, “I’m going to live there!” Boy Toy then said you would have to eat whale. You thought about it for a minute. “I’ll have to wear a whale coat.”
You told us last night that you have been kissing Olivia (classmate), when I asked what did Olivia do? You replied “she kisses me back”. When Boy Toy started to tease you by singing “Spotty’s got a girlfriend” you yelled back “she’s not my girlfriend I’m just kissing her!” My head is going to explode.

Another tooth bites the dust.

We went to Chuck E Cheese and Boy Toy said “hey bud there is Chuck E do you want to go over and say hi?” You looked at your dad and said “that’s not Chuck E”. Boy toy asked how you knew that and you said “look at his eyes, they don’t blink, he can’t be real.” Trust you to come up with a logical answer.

We went to the Providence Bruins with your school. You got a hat and a St. Patrick’s Day T-Shirt. You seemed to have fun even though only one kid from your class went… Olivia

You start soccer on Saturday. You have been out playing with me and your dad. I hope you like it. I think you will be good at it; you have great sense of the ball and your body. I can’t wait to watch you run down the field.

You have been reading chapter books by yourself and it’s kinda freaking me out. You read in the morning program and at school. I can’t even remember what the latest book is called. We went to the library and you saw it and said “Anadude has this book, I have GOT to read THIS”. You still let us read to you, I hope that never stops…although if you want to read Kushiels Dart, you are on your own

The YMCA has a “parent’s night out” program. For $15 you can stay & play & eat & swim from 6:30 –9:00 pm. I have seen the flyers but never game it much thought. Apparently you have. A few days before the event you came to us and said “wouldn’t you like to go out on a date and pretend it was your anniversary?” Boy Toy asked if this had to do with “parent’s night out” and you said “oh yes, I really really want to go.” So we brought you. You have a fantastic time and want to know when the next one is. Since baby sitters are getting $10 an hour, we will gladly go out to eat like it’s our anniversary.

You had your annual check-up. You are in the 50% height, 50% weight and your BMI has dropped. I love your pediatrician. He talks to you when he has a question, not to us about you. I remember at your last visit I sometimes spoke for you, but I didn’t need to then, and I certainly don’t need to now. I kept my mouth shut and let you do the talking. I did however mention that I have suddenly started getting migraines, and you twice have mentioned that your head hurt. The doc wasn’t worried, but put it in his notes in case that is something we need to watch for. The doc also told you that you need to drink at least 2 cups of milk a day. You asked if you could eat yogurt instead. You now remind us that you need to drink milk and yogurt.

Nannie and Papa made a treasure hunt for you for your birthday. Papa wrote out the clues. He had your running all over the house and yard to find the next clue/present. When it was all over he said “I completely forgot how many Fing rabbits are in the inside of the house and lions are on the outside.

We went down to Hyannis so I could attend a scrapbooking convention. The hotel had a great pool with waterslides and wave pool. You had a BLAST. I got to scrapbook, you and daddy got to play video games and swim. I can’t wait for the longer one in November!!!

I’ve changed my hours at work so that dada could take a new job offer. He doesn’t get to pick you up any more, this makes him sad. But he only has ½ days on Friday and he doesn’t have to work weekends which means he will get to watch you play soccer and we may be able to do more camping too. I now come home earlier so I can pick you up. I get to miss a lot of traffic and see you much earlier than I used to. As you would say “it’s an extra crunchy bonus!”

Love ya tons!!!!