Something to think about

While searching for a mole hill we stumbled over a mountain…

Workout of the week:

Falling down,

Now you might think there is absolutely no exercise value in falling down, and you’re right. The exercise comes when you have to get back up in order to repeat this exercise.

This workout works best when gravity is used...

Inspired,

While reading other blogs in which a favorite paragraph from a favorite book was used, we felt overwhelmingly inspired with the idea of sharing ours.

"It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.
However little known the feelings or views of such a man may be on his first entering a neighborhood, this truth is so well fixed in the minds of the surrounding families, that he is considered as the rightful property of some one or other of their daughters."

And we wonder why we don’t have any neighbors…and are still single too for that matter.

Who's Next?

A vendor, who is well known for calling out "Who's next?" when ever there is no one buying in his booth, was walking by the favorite family’s booth when the favorite father called out to him, in the best Chicago accent he could muster, "Who's next?"
A little boy about 5 years old, who was standing by the booth, thought that was the greatest sentence ever and burst out like an Echo, in an accent only an Indiana boy can master, "Who's next?" Only it came out more like a song and seemed to sound like, "Whooooo's Neaaxt?"

*Warning!*

This blog has been placed on pause by the authors.

The rumors surrounding this sudden action are as follows:
They’ve gone gallivanting…They broke all their fingers and none of them know how to tell someone else how to write what’s in their empty heads…they’ve found brothers and are eloping...the FBI finally found them and all the hidden files…Or even better, they are suffering from writer’s block and think it can be cured in a southern state…ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ah ah aha ah ah aha ha ah aha hahahah hee hehe…that can’t be it…

Young One Eye…

The youngest child was sitting beside the favorite mother on the couch eating a cheese stick while young one eye watched hungrily from his seat beside her. The favorite mother reached over and covered young one eyes eye so he couldn’t see the youngest child eat. Unfortunately, she mistakenly covered the missing eye and young one eye was unfazed in his drooling.

Old business

During one of the first fire meetings the youngest child attended she was lucky enough to be a part of the following conversation, you will see why she continues to go.

The fire fighters were discussing old business.
"Someone needs to call the carpenter about putting in a new door." The assistant chief brought up the obvious.
"I already did, he said he’d get it done as soon as the door is shipped in." The secretary reassured.
"When was that?" The chief asked.
"A few weeks ago." The secretary answered again, being, after all the only person who knows anything.
"Must be a shortage of doors going on." The captain/clown injected. He then jabbed the safety officer in the ribs as he added. "We should start a door business; probably be good money right now with the shortage huh?"
"You bet! Wonder what’s caused it." The safety officer commented in bafflement.
"It’s them cops!" Came a grumpy answer from someone who would know, "They keep bashing in all the doors." This, surprisingly enough, effectively ended the door shortage debate.

College courses

It is odd, that in a house full of graduated college, eur well, graduates, a dog should be placed in our midst who seems to have an abundance of enthusiasm for the improvement of his mind. Whenever the favorite mother says, "Do you want to take some college courses." the favorite one-eyed mutt runs circles around her and slobbers in such a happy manner that the favorite mother is compelled to say it over and over again. This in turn makes the one-eyed mutt so dog wild that he randomly runs into things on his blind side. Now for amusements sake, our favorite past time most evenings and especially around suppertime is bringing up "college courses."

And so that is how college reentered the everyday conversation of two post college anti-knowledge syndromed girls…Ha ha there was a cure!

This weeks workout

Just do last Thursdays workout again…

what the middle child has to put up with every day...

Youngest Child: "What did the one math book say to the other math book?"
Middle child: "I have a lot of problems."
Youngest child: "Sorry to hear that middle child. Want to talk about it?"