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Thursday, August 24, 2006

The other family pet

Sherman is being made a perpetual puppy today, and he's going to be gone over night. As much as he drives me crazy, I miss him.

Since I have time to just sit around and do nothing (No dog means I can actually do house work when Olivia is awake) while Olivia naps I thought I'd write a little purpose-less blog about the squirrel that visits me every day.

I sit at the computer for an hour every day, from 1 to 2 to recharge while Sherman and Olivia nap. It keeps me sane. For the past 3 weeks, every day during this hour I hear what sounds like a rock bouncing off of little wooden planks, and then some scratching. Then I look out the office window onto the deck and there is the same little squirrel, climbing across the deck, going to the same neighbor's yard.

He's really cute. I wonder if I should leave a little treat out there for him since I know he's coming?

(Hahahahaha! He just chased another squirrel away from our yard. As I was typing this.)

Anyway, I just thought I'd share. Perhaps, since I can pretty much expect him now, I will keep our camera handy and see if he'll pose for a picture.

Saturday, August 19, 2006

Dear dear, isn't this the truth?

Hat tip:
TulipGirl via GCM

Monday, August 14, 2006

Old Comments

You know how in the archives some of the comments just disappear? It makes me sad.

Well I was looking through October, and the comments are still there. That's pretty cool. And I found some that were so funny that I laughed out loud... again.

From this post:

I love it! You know, I told Ron that if he messed up my makeup, he'd pay for it later. I don't think it would have mattered much, though, even if he had. The frosting was a rolled fondant, which is really thick and smooth. It tasted like a marshmallow taffy. It probably would have just peeled off my face.

BTW, you BOTH look good with cake faces!
Erica Olson | Homepage | 10.04.04 - 5:30 pm | #

I was going to do the nice little, "here's some cake on you nose," to Rob. But he took a whole hand full of cake, which would never have fit into my mouth, So I took a bigger hand full, and went straight for the face. I won. He got some in my nose, but his was all in his hair and everything. HA!

Rob's dad told Rob's sister that she'd get it if she did the same thing at her wedding.

Amazing fact: I got zero cake on my dress.
Devona | Homepage | 10.04.04 - 6:02 pm | #

That was fortunate! That was something else I was afraid would happen if Ron nailed me with the cake. My grandma worked so hard to make my dress, and I didn't want anything to ruin it.

You look like you were enjoying smashing it in each other's faces, though! And I love the final picture with you and a face full of cake. Just makes me smile!
Ron Olson, the Terrible Swede | Homepage | 10.05.04 - 8:53 am | #

Oooops! That wasn't Ron! It was meeeee!
Erica Olson | Homepage | 10.05.04 - 8:54 am | #

Devona, you must have a great personality. I must admit I would have been furious if my husband did this to me...and I know he wanted to. Of course, it sounds like you were the instigator!!! I think you will make fine parents because you've got good senses of humor. In the days to come, you will often be faced with the choice to cry or just to laugh it off! Laughing works better, trust me. Theresa
TKls2myhrt | Homepage | 10.05.04 - 10:52 pm | #

I heard there was a statistic somewhere that linked the length of marriage and probability of divorce to the couple smashing the cake opposed to feeding nicely.

Julie was mad, because with that figure in mind I told her she was not allowed, and if she did smash I would, and I quote, make her pay (i.e. cake EVERYWHERE). Maybe my control issues will have more bearing than cake smashing... HA! Actually, that's kind of disturbing, now that I think about it.
Eric R | 10.06.04 - 1:40 pm | #

So Eric, are you saying that according to that statistic we're getting a divorce? Cause I think we might throw that statistic off if that's what is expected.

Rob and I looked at all of your Kate pictures on your site last night. Seeing the "first sponge bath" video makes me really excited to meet our baby, whenever they feel like making their grand debut.
Devona | 10.06.04 - 2:41 pm | #

I don't think there was much to it. It was just a random thing that happened to stick to my random brain...

From the looks of it, though, I'd be more worried that you got all of it cleaned up by now... I mean, you were rubbing it pretty deep, by the looks of it! Sure Rob doesn't still have icing on his eardrums or anything?

Eric R | Homepage | 10.06.04 - 4:27 pm | #

Not that I'm aware of, but as he said, I got him so good it took him too long to get it off him. So long in fact that he never even got to taste the cake cause it was all gone before he cleaned up.
Devona | Homepage | 10.07.04 - 10:56 am | #

i'm all about the cake smash personally, andy and I were pretty covered in cake at our wedding. I didn't aim for his mouth.

It makes for great pictures afterward
I never realized how many people aren't into that, I don't think i've been to any weddings where the cake wasn't smashed.

One thing that's funny though is if I smashed cake in andy's face say tonight at dinner, he would NOT be too happy, somehow in a formal setting, it's alright.
Ellie | Homepage | 10.11.04 - 9:24 am | #

amazing fact: no cake got on my dress either, nor Andy's tux
Ellie | Homepage | 10.11.04 - 9:25 am | #

I think it might be a good idea to smash cake in Andy's face at dinner. I laughed so hard when I thought of it.

Maybe if you make something really nice and invite some friends over it'll be more like a wedding type setting and you could get away with it.
Rob | Homepage | 10.11.04 - 7:31 pm | #

Eric R | 10.12.04 - 10:42 am |

Saturday, August 05, 2006

How to not take yourself seriously

On Wednesday I had a meeting at the Church to discuss this coming year's Sunday School curriculum and some other Board of Ed. things. I was hoping to come prepared which doesn't happen often anymore now that I've got placenta-brain and a puppy. Not to mention a much more will-full Olivia.

The dog needed to be walked before we left and we had about an hour until we needed to leave so I got out the stroller and my comfy running shoes and set out for the dog park near our house. Sherman has been doing very well with listening to me when there aren't a lot of distractions and Olivia really loves to run, so when we got to the dog park I let them both free for the first time by myself. There were no other dogs there and Liv can't get too far away in an open field so I figured, what could happen that I couldn't stop quickly?

Olivia was running and Sherman was doing circles around her while I pushed the stroller through the grass. But soon Olivia was lagging behind and Sherman was doing circles around me instead. I turned around to check on Liv, and no sooner had I turned back around did I notice that Sherman had found the deepest, stinkiest mud puddle I have ever seen. He was buried up to his ears two feet deep in black gritty mud.

apparently, mud is Sherman's master much more than I am, because any command I called to him flew into the breeze before they reached his ears.

Then Liv took off in the other direction.

I rounded Liv up first and got her to help push the stroller (works every time) while I pulled Sherman by his collar out of the mud. I then wrestled him to the ground to put his leash back on him. Then, while I regained control of my formerly yellow dog, my toddler took off running again, only this time the dog followed and he was connected to my wrist on a 4 foot leash.

I'm sure we were quite a sight to the houses across the street. A 2 foot tall little girl, a mud-covered frantic beast, and a top heavy, also mud-covered, also frantic mother running at full speed through a field. And we were probably not much less ridiculous looking when I finally caught Olivia and had to carry her while leading the mud-covered frantic beast back to the stroller.

At that moment I came close to tears. But instead I was struck by the absolute insanity of it all and I lost myself in this sense of, "you get what you deserve."

As I walked back home, sweaty and black, with dog and baby, running late for my meeting I held my head high. If my neighbors were going to see me in this state, I may as well look proud of myself.

The story would be good enough if it ended there. But as it is with all good kicks in the pants it just keeps getting worse. I leaned over my dog to wash away his slimy stench, breaking my back with the weight of my pregnant belly. It took a good 15 minutes to clean all the grime out of his coat while he sat there embarrassed and regretting that he'd ever been born. I left him outside in the sun to dry off while I quickly bathed myself and Olivia so that we could be presentable at our meeting.

When I came back outside I found Sherman laying contentedly in a hole he had just dug at the base of my day-lilies.

Since there was no time to re-clean the dog I put him in his kennel and went to my meeting.

I'm not sure how, but when I came home and let The Nuisance out of his kennel he was clean again. I think the god of you've-suffered-enough-for-one-day came to show me favor.

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

Lots of Kids

This is from an article that Rob's Mom sent me.

I am often asked by women dating men how to tell whether they are marriage material. I tell them, "See if he enjoys children." A man who loves children is playful. He will spend his life joking with his wife because he loves to see her laugh, and will flirt with her because he loves to see her smile.

There was a time when husbands and wives worked hard to ensure they could afford the blessings of a large family. Today, the higher your earning bracket the fewer children you have, but then we always knew that many turn money from a blessing into a curse.

From Babies are No Longer a Blessing

By Rabbi Shmuley Boteach