Its what's for breakfast

This was not our breakfast...its just a picture of it.

Oh, the culinary master peices that are baked at the hands of five famished females...

huh?

This is a conversation we over heard between two nerdy girls whom we wish we didn’t know so well.

"What language were they speaking? Portuguese?" Said girl one.
"No, they were speaking English." Replied the other confidently.
"Well then I don’t understand very much English because I didn’t understand a word they said." Girl one stated matter of fact.
"I only caught half of what they were saying." Girl two tried to make girl one feel better.
"Oh, really? What were they saying?" Girl one asked the intelligent one.
"I don’t know…" the intelligent one was less confident.
"That’s because they weren’t speaking English!" Girl one bellowed in frustration. And no more was said on the matter.

Happy Thanksgiving…and to the Turkeys good luck

It just occurred to us that no one will be reading the blog today. So we are going to take advantage of the situation and use this opportunity to say what we would never say if every one was reading it.

We bet all you Turkeys sure wish you were Warthogs right about now!

They're out there...well maybe not anymore

Are we there yet? Yup.

This blog is now open for comments...

ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ah hmmm

Are we there yet? Nope...

Gone

Minnesota, we bid thee farewell.





This post was posted on the right day by the authors who are now far away...or close by depending on where you live…

Honorable Mentions of the last expedition we were on …well, maybe not honorable…

Shot Gun Girl, normally that would be a title we would envy, however that is not the case today. The girl had a shotgun shell through each ear. We can only think of two possible reasons for why she would have shot gun shells through her ears. Either she finds it more effective to reach up to her ears when reloading her gun quickly than reaching down to her pocket or she was obviously standing too close to the gun when it went off a couple of times…some people just never learn.

The lady with the T-shirt that said, "You say ‘psycho’ like it’s a bad thing".

The man with the T-shirt that said, "You can have my gun when you pry it from my cold dead fingers."

The man who cut his finger on the night of the full moon like the rest of Indiana.

The neighbor boy who kept turning his shirt around like it was a revolving door.

The man who claimed to be Amish just because he wore the right hat and had a beard. Pity he couldn’t speak Dutch…

Debbie Downer….Yes indeed, we met Debbie Downer! Only his name wasn’t really Debbie, and he wasn’t a girl either for that matter…but he was definitely a downer.

The little old lady who wore all her sweaters on the same hot day...and everyday for that matter.

Pull ups boy…that would be the boy who was being frisked by the cops and the cops kindly pulled up his pants for him so they wouldn’t fall down while they were searching his pockets. And to think that was just after the favorite father told the Amish friends how much he wanted to pull...Maybe that’s not ethical for this blog to write about.

The lady who didn’t have time to change out of her towel after her shower…well maybe not lady.

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?"

Another one for the Texas Grandma

The oldest child had just come home from town when she walked in on her two silly sisters complaining about gas keeping friends away.
"Well, no one comes to visit me either." The favorite Texas grandma said, trying to make them feel less abandoned.
"You have friends coming to visit today grandma." The oldest child contradicted bluntly.
"I do?" Grandma was all astonishment.
"Yeah," The oldest child went on while every one stared in surprise, "I past at least two cars going 30mph in a 50 zone. They must be coming to see you. Probably be here in a few hours."

Deep thoughts by Blueberry

Oh, boy…now my brain hurts…

The Day Before Yesterday

The favorite Texas grandma got lost...well, the favorite family couldn’t find her anyway, so she might as well have been lost. The favorite Texas grandpa brought her home from golfing a few hours after her disappearance was discovered, reports have been confirmed that he was the driver of the get away car as well as her partner in crime. The favorite Texas Grandma now knows better than to leave the happy place with out telling someone.