Sunday, November 30, 2008


This post is dedicated to the building of favorite brothers house.

When the favorite brother’s house arrived, all his help was there ready to be helpful. The help consisted of his two brothers(who most view as his sisters) and his favorite father.

The observant man who delivered the house panels was a poor unsuspecting man. He eyed the favorite brothers straggly crew and asked in all innocence, “When will the rest of the guys get here to help?”
The favorite brother responded with all the surprise he felt, “This is everyone.”
The look of surprise and dismay on the delivery mans face was rather discouraging to the favorite brother. He’d never unloaded a house from a semi trailer before, he was relying on the favorite fathers experience as well as his brothers, and this man seriously doubted their skills. Granted, even puffed up in their many layers of fall clothing, his two brothers didn’t resemble the strapping young men of most construction crews, but the man didn’t know his brothers.
“You know,” the man said hesitantly, “I’m not supposed to help you unload.”
The favorite brother nodded his head in total understanding, “That’s okay.” The man clearly didn’t know his brothers.
It was decided, by deductive reasoning and strength in demand, that the middle child would run the lull while the youngest child helped the favorite brother load panels onto it from on top of the semi trailer, and the favorite father would unload the panels on the ground.

After the middle child had received a crash course on how to run the lull, the crew began to work like a well oiled squeaky machine. It was about 8:30.

When the semi trailer was half unloaded, the favorite mother was found to be outside watching happily. The delivery man sidled close and said with some disbelief, “I was warned about do-it-yourselfers. The other drivers told me horror stories about some loads they’ve delivered. I was even given instructions to call the company if the trailer wasn’t unloaded in 6 hours. I was really concerned when all I saw was your two girls for help.” The man was shaking his head as if he couldn’t believe his eyes.
The favorite mother just laughed.
“How long has that one been running a lull?”
“She started this morning.”

When the entire semi trailer had been unloaded, with all the pieces present and accounted for, the delivery man said, “this is the smoothest unloading I’ve ever had!”
Come to find out, it was his first day on the job.
When all was said and done, and the dust was settled from the departing semi, it was 10:45am.

ABC would have been proud.

Monday, November 24, 2008


While playing a game of on-line tag, we were tagged by Faye! And apparently, there are rules,

Here are the rules:

1)Link to the person who tagged you. (which we took the liberty of doing already above.)

2)Place the rules on your blog (we are currently in the process of acomplishing this task)

3) Write 6 random things about yourself (12 in our own case).

4)Tag 6 people at at the end of your post and ad a link to them.

5)Let each person know they have been tagged and leave a comment on their blog.

6) Let the tagger know when your entry is up.

7) Well there isn't another rule, but we didn't care for everything running in numbers of 6 so we're making it a rule that there must be a rule number 7.

Random facts about the middle child and the youngest child:

1a. The middle child has two saxiphones 4 guitars and one uklele (and no music books).

1b. The youngest child has one violin and an accoridan she adopted...she plays neither.

2a. The middle child collects rocks.

2b. The youngest child can't sleep without her teddy bear.

3a. The middle child likes to slide down the hill in a box with as many people as she can fit in.

3b. The youngest child reads old books, the dustier the better.

4a. The middle child has been on the volunteer fire department for 8 years.

4b. Someone once threatened to get the sheriff after the youngest child.

5a. The middle child collects little peices of paper.

5b. The youngest child likes to pet bumble bees.

6a. The middle child likes splitting wood

6b. The youngest child gravely misses her stapler, which the favorite father destroyed in his eagerness to fix.

7. And for something completly random, the favorite mother can't wait to slide down the hill on an air mattress.

OK- now we are tagging all of our friends...

1) Blueberry

2) Mushroom

3) John-Paul

4) Jeff

5) The demolition child

6) Little tender tush

No doubt, we'll be it forever for this....

Merry Christmas!!!!!!!!

Sunday, November 09, 2008

pardon our indulgence

Pardon us, as we were writting that last post, we were giggling pretty heartily to ourselves. This was perhaps the affect of lack of sleep, but mostly it was because, as we were sitting in our lonely little motel room, we were picturing ourselves with a mattress over our heads climbing three flights of stairs to our room...

unfortunatly, we're only on the first floor

Friday, November 07, 2008

A bed is a bed is a bed!

Unless it’s a 4 by 8 sheet of plywood masquerading as a bed. This small fact was observed before bedtime, but neither of the tired silly sisters thought it would make a difference on how much sleep they acquired on it. They were very wrong in their assumption.

After an hour of tossing and turning the middle child sighed and whispered, "Are you sleeping youngest child?"

"No," came the immediate and disgruntled reply from the youngest child’s side of the bed.

The next morning, when the alarm went off, the youngest child felt as if she had been expecting it for hours, while the middle child felt as if she had just fallen asleep…literally.

As they were discussing their rotten night the middle child asked the youngest child how she had slept, and the youngest child replied in bewilderment, “I slept?”

Luckily, they always carry a spare mattress around just for such an occasion. And tonight they’ll be sleeping like lambs…