Old Spice New Spice

Have you seen this? I hadn't. Don't watch TV much. But, AWESOME.


How about this? Also AWESOME.


Thanks, Quinn. I only ever get on YouTube when I'm around you, and it's always sidesplitting.

Snapshot

Tonight, 6:36 pm. Everyone's quietly eating their spaghetti.

Hazel: "Mom, I wish we had a real dog in our family."

Sigh. It had to come up eventually, and I'm sure this won't be the last time. Best to take an honest, direct approach.

"You know, Hazel, I like dogs a lot, too. But dogs poop all the time, and I don't really like to clean up dog poop."

Especially after New York.

The girls consider.

Hazel: "How about a dog that doesn't have a bum?"

"All dogs have bums."

Ginger: "How about a cat?"

Dang. They're getting smart and ganging up on me. Time to play my only remaining card.

"Who wants ice cream?"

Good Bumper Sticker

Saw this on the way home from preschool today. Made me laugh and made me think:

"What if the Hokey Pokey really is what it's all about?"

I Love a Good Snowball

The internet is good for things like a snowball effect.

About 13 years ago there were some camping trips in Utah.

Yesterday my friend James posted some "old school" photos on his Facebook page and tagged me in them.

I looked at them, they opened a floodgate of memories; I commented.

My comments reminded James of something; he looked through his old files and wrote a blog post, The Rules of Camping. (Had a hard time picking my favorite - a toss-up between 3, 12, and 16. I wonder what would have happened if Hottie Abe had attended.)

I read it, laughed so hard I almost peed my pants; Hazel asked me if I was crying.

I remembered a picture of said camping trip, dug deep into storage boxes to retrieve it; scanned and post it here:

(L to R - Staci, James, Lorna, Me, Matt)

I love a good snowball.