Wednesday, August 18, 2010

I'm back

I just remembered that I still have tons of unimportant crap to babble about...and that I have a blog. You have been warned.
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Friday, December 12, 2008

Fun Conversations

A couple of Tripp moments to share with you guys.

Two days ago, we were in the car and Megan was talking about a game they'd played at camp, where each person draws to see whether they are predator or prey. She said that she picked being an animal who didn't eat meat. Tripp said "You mean a vegetarian?"

Last night, we were driving home, sans Megan (who was gone to a friend's house for a sleepover.) Tripp asked when we were going to pick up Megan. Vince replied, "Never." Tripp's response...."AWESOME!"

Friday, November 14, 2008

Wait, what?

Yesterday I was using the bathroom. While I sat there, Vince came to the door, opened it slightly, held out a pair of latex gloves and asked "Do you need these?" I still have not figured out exactly what it is he thinks I do while in the bathroom.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Another day, another whine

I found this picture on wikipedia that I think is a fairly accurate description of how my headaches feel. The only things that could make it a better representation is if the guy had huge claws on his feet that he dug into the back of the skull...and perhaps if the hands and feet were on fire.

Thursday, April 17, 2008

The boy's birthday list

remote control cars
lamp (not a girl color)
a laptop
a beach ball net
Ironman toys
hot Cheetos
a fishing pole

Sunday, March 23, 2008

A Night in the Life

Saturday night. Easter Eve. It's late. The kids have decided to sleep on the pullout couch in the living room, but that they're watching a movie before going to sleep. This means that I can't go out the front door to get the Easter baskets out of the car.

My plan was to go out the sliding door downstairs, go the side of the house, go through the fence, get the baskets out of my car and bring them into my bedroom.

What actually happened was that I went downstairs and out the sliding door, just as the kids decided to chase one of the cats downstairs. They noticed the open door and locked it. When I got to the fence, I dropped my cell phone. I have no idea why I was carrying it. The battery fell out. I picked up the pieces, got the baskets out of the car, and went back around to the sliding door. Which is now locked. I thought my best option at this point was to scale the terraced walls under our bedroom window (did I mention that I had on a robe? JUST a robe) and try to get Vince's attention. He came down to let me in. Followed by both kids. I managed to leave the baskets out of sight, and convince the kids that I was just out there smoking a cigarette. Then I got a cigarette lecture. "Those are bad for you, you know." We all went back in, a few minutes later, I went back for the baskets. And all was well in the Velie household.

Tuesday, October 02, 2007

Hey! That's my job!

Yesterday, while in the car, a song was playing that has the word "ass" in it. Tripp knows the song and always waits patiently for them to sing "ass", so he can chuckle to himself. But yesterday, hearing "ass" while Megan was in the car sparked a memory and he said, "Hey, Megan. Remember when you got in that fight with the boy at school?"

Immediately, I looked at Megan, who tried to defend herself by explaining the situation to me. Evidently, a bigger boy threatened to kick Tripp in the balls. She said that she told him to leave Tripp alone. I suspect that the words "...or I will kick your ass" may have been spoken. I didn't clarify, though, because I was so shocked that Megan had stood up for Tripp. She spends most of her time tormenting him in a million different ways. I was wondered for a minute about what sort of inner monologue she experienced and decided that it was probably something along the lines of "if anyone's gonna kick him in the balls, it's going to be me!"