Where the songs take us

*these aren’t necessarily the titles to the songs, and yes most of them are country


It’s a long trip alone: especially through Indiana

My red high heels: Any and every state between Nevada and Minnesota.

Someday baby: Kentucky anyone?

What I’m doing these days: must be a southern Indiana thing

Shot through the heart: and straight to Blake

Its just another manic Monday: in the walls of our sheet rock…

Tear drops on my guitar: 10pm "out at the wood pile"

It was a different time, when we were boys and girls: every time we come home from the dump, sob

If your going through hell, keep on going: the little flying J store at the Illinois-Wisconsin border.

I’m gonna sit right here and have another beer in Mexico: that’s right, Texas

They say we’re crazy, what do they know: The top floor keeps telling the basement that.

This love has taken lift off: some where between Texas and Kentucky

Best times we’ll never remember: we don’t really recall.

Summer Time: Pennsylvania in January and February

My shadows the only one that walks beside me: going to the movies

Fly away, over the mountains, over the mountains: Eau Claire Wisconsin in the middle of the night.




and we've traveled far today

the return of the hero

No, this post isn't about the heroic one eyed wonder...its about his master, the favorite brother-in-law, who arrived on a great black bus somewhere in the twin cities last Newsyday at noon.

If we had the eliquence, we would tell everyone how his darling wife was there to run into his arms the moment he set eyes on her. We would tell everyone how, with him wearing his nice crisp uniform, and her wearing an eligant yellow dress they looked so much like a fifities war movie that the local news camera crew couldn't stop taking footage of their...ah, church kiss. We would tell everyone how his child looked on in wide eyed wonder over a stranger stealing kisses from her mother. We would tell everyone how his perfect little glow worm took to him right away and began telling him tall tales about the one eyed mutts wild adventures, which went something like, "Deeciee! NO! NO! No! No! No!...eeeh eee eee eee."

If we could, we would have just posted the picture of their reunion....but thats not possible at this time. Later perhaps...

The frieght train

Those aren't butterfly wings.

We lost some facea to the tornado.

And that one tree, by that one cabin, at that one corner.

Oh, and that other tree by that other cabin near that one bay. Oh, and a few trees on the point

Frankly, we didn't realize it was a tornado until little glow worms enertube went sailing by both of the bay windows.

Luckily, neither of the sheetrockers were sucked out the windows, though they claim it was rather percarious by the windows on the third floor.

The indoor outhouse

"They drew first blood"

This post is lovingly dedicated to our favorite brother-in-law whose birthday was today.

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"They drew first blood"

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If its a war they want, we'll give it to them.

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"They drew first blood..."

We did not…

We did not eat first breakfast at 5:55. We did not go for a sunrise kayak ride at 6am. We did not eat second breakfast at 6:33. We did not walk the dog. We did not eat a third breakfast. We may have given a tour of the house. We did not show off the hammers and staplers. We did eat hot dogs by a campfire…sponsored by the angles on the favorite parents new house. We did not mow lawn. We did not play croquet. We did not play disc golf. We did not get lost in the forest. We did not eat the one eyed mutt.


But we did hang the favorite mothers cabinets...and the newsy news birthday/cattail party had the best turnout yet!

Happy 6th Birthday Newsy News!!!

As usual, in honor of our cute little company’s birthday, we will be celebrating in style at the 4th annual cattail party. We have a full list of newsy party activities planned… guaranteed to leave even the heartiest of partiers completely exhausted by the end of the longest day of the year. For, though we don’t have any cabins lined up to clean this year, we do have grass growing up to our knees (not quite as bad as last week…but we have tried)…and there’s nothing more partyish than mowing all the lawn in the shape of a croquet field (much to our favorite parents embarrassment).

Unfortunately, due to the new high rises going up all over and in consequence of the civilization, power lines, our disc golf game will have to be played while running wild through the forests, its only one hole: Par-103…be careful of the sand pit and the two ponds, mamas pond and lost pond…that is if anyone is unfortunate enough to find the second one….if you do happen to find the seconded one, chances are pretty good you’re lost…at that point you’ll just want to take the stroke and forget the disc golf. Take a solid right at that unfortunate lost pond…you may not think it’s a pond, but if your feet start to get wet, you’ve found the lost pond, and you’re lost. But if you take a right, that will lead you to…well we don’t rightly know, the silly sister’s just kind of bowl their way through when they hit the lost pond. If it happens to be cloudy, you might as well just sit down and cry, of course, as this will be a newsy party, just do what ever it is the silly sister’s are doing…chances are though, if its cloudy, they’ll be sitting down and crying….well maybe not right away, but when it starts to get dark they will be…

Anyway, where were we? Oh, yes the newsy news cattail party! Everyone’s invited…we have a full agenda planned and an empty guest list. It seems our reputation proceeds us and last years party was the bomb… or whatever. But its a little disheartening to us that the favorite parents crew decided they couldn’t be paid to attend…not even for the snack times. Oh well, the youngest child will be making her famous eggshell cake as usual so please come eat it…

5:55am: A very fast breakfast
6am: The usual sunrise kayak ride,
6:33: 2nd breakfast
At 7: the usual walk the dog game.
7:30: 3rd Breakfast
Starting at 8: Tours of the house begin.
8:15, 8:30, 8:45: Snack time every fifteen minutes
At 9: A showing of the hammers and staplers that have been the woes of the silly sister’s fingers at which point both silly sister’s will beat the hammers and the staplers until they feel better.
10: snack time
11: The grand game of mowing all the lawn in the shape of croquet!!
12: Lunch…probably hot dogs.
1pm: Snack time
2pm: Game of croquet, Newsy vrs not Newsy(or is everyone supposed to be on their own teams? Well, we’ll just make it up as we go along...like usual)
3pm: Snack Time
4pm: the forest game of disc golf
5pm: eat snack…if lost eat what ever looks good….but no eating the one eyed…never mind.
6pm: Remain calm.
7pm: Favorite parents will not be worried yet.
8pm: Remain calm
9pm: try thinking of ways to build a shelter.
10pm: Favorite parents will wonder, in passing as they go to bed, where everyone is.
10:30: Remain calm.
10:45: the silly sister’s cry for mamma and because their tummies are hungry.
11pm: The silly sister’s will no doubt have cried everyone to sleep at this point.


And thats the plan for the longest most wonderful newsy birthday/cattail party ever!!!!

the Grand ol Newsyday

Last weeks newsyday was a pretty exciting day. Not only did we have the rather high excitment of 3 loaded cement trucks coming 45 minutes apart, we also had the great joy of rushing around trying to build forms in case we had some left over.
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In the picture above,

the youngest child is demonstrating how to hold a drill with her right hand while expertly holding a screw in her left...something everyone should practice doing.
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>>"Hurry! Hurry! They're coming!!! They'RE COMING!!!! AHHHHHHH."

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Thats right, they came.


Heres one more picture, and if you look closley you can see the inside of the house.

A little tore up- injury #8

This is one of the silly sisters toes,

the nail was clumsy enough to get cought under a cuboard that was being moved and in consequence was bent backwards.

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When it happened, the sensitive, soft hearted, favorite father looked down on it and consolingly said,

“Well, at least now you’ll have something to blog about.”

Yes indeed, some sacrifice is necessary in the world of blogging...what’s a toe here or there?

The party

We had a bachelorett party on Tuesyday for our favorite newest June bride

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Enough girls for some real good cackeling.

We also hired some entertainment for the party. Perhaps if that had been common knowledge before hand, more cackelers would have come.

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The middle child was less impressed than the goofy giggle grinned youngest child, who was at least good enough to cover the glow worms eyes...sort of. We don't know if the June bride was impressed or not, she still hasn't removed her hands from her eyes.

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Oh, she must have peaked at the wrong moment.

lesson learned.

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We're actually just kidding in the pictures, our hired entertainers left 2 hours before the party began, and they were singers...

Our humblest apologies

We would like to extend our humblest apologies to the little town we gallivant in for the shortage of 4x12 sheetrock we may have caused at Lowes. We were very much in need of an expeditious shipment and thought not of how much we may be putting out our favorite gallivanting town. We have now had time to consider our actions as a little hasty in taking all the product, but we are slightly consoled by the idea that anyone who is really in need of sheetrock may use 4x8 instead, since we didn’t take any of those. If this proves to be too much of an inconvenience to anyone, feel free to stop by the happy place for a sheet or two, we could possibly spare one at the Lowes price.

Each pile is about 5ft high

In honor of our heroic field staff,

This is a special post dedicated to recognizing our field staff and their harrowing experiences and accomplishments…or at the very least, what ever it is they do.

*Poor little tender tush and her noble chauffer, who have learned the beauty of the saying “3 steps back 1 step forward”…perhaps that’s not quite how it goes…but so it goes for them.

*Blueberry and Mushroom who have much to say about the weather rock and reportedly suffer greatly from deep thoughts.

*The silly sisters who have gallantly suffered finger-smashing hammers, which, much to their dismay, don’t always leave a mark.

*The middle child and the youngest child, who have lived through (without tears) staples that do, in fact, go into fingers…and get stuck.

*The demolition child and her accomplice wrecker, who heroically dodge all evil attempts that gravity pulls to toss them from their precarious and rather awkward ladder’s.

*Clumsy and dumbsy who suffer greatly from (but with only mild complaining and wailing) hook blades and evil tractors.



All this our heroic field team gallantly brave and more…for something to blog about.

So the big question we here at the newsy offices have for our dear field editors is, WHERE ARE THE STORIES??


And if any of you dare blame it on that poor one eyed mutt…

Our review of the..sob...

Pirate movie


First and foremost we’d like to state that we were heartily dismayed over the ending. And of course we waited for the after credits stuff. The state of our melancholy was so intense after we left the theater, we didn’t even notice that we waited over half an hour at Lowe’s for someone to take our sheet rock out of the van when we were fully capable of doing it ourselves in half the time…or at least 2/3 of the time…or possibly 9/10 of the time…well at least we wouldn’t have been staring into the abyss for the half hour; it could have served to keep our blubbering brains busy for at least 45 minutes…but we get lazy when our poor sentimental hearts are all aflutter. Our poor little tender minds still can’t bare to think about the…but we don’t want to ruin it for anyone…perhaps if we had been prepared for disappointment we wouldn’t have been so disappointed.

At least they were…first. Which is highly un-Hollywood like. But really, the ending is too Superman/Starwars/ish…with the wonderful exception that they were...and publicly…kind of...how about an original ending for a change though…or something more predictable? Wouldn’t that have been nice? He didn’t have to…and what a twit! The only theme carried through all three movies is Miss Swan this, and Miss Swan that…other than that we couldn’t follow the…but what girl could when Orlando Bloom is actually acting and not just being pretty?…perhaps it wasn’t so bad…we still think Will should have…yes indeed he should have.

don't even get us started on Jack...

Oh look at the time!

the bunny

"When I'm happy my ears wiggle and my foot taps up and down.
When I'm happy I will giggle and I never ever frown.
I'm your freindly easter bunny, I've come to town to day, with a basket full of candy and a lot of games to play..."

Thank you little glow, for loving to push buttons, and for holding onto the bunnies ears while he's happy.

There comes a time…

There comes a time, in every spring, when the silly sister’s stop to evaluate what is important in their lives. They work quietly by themselves and carefully way the pros and cons of the greatest decision of every spring. Diligently they reflect on the happy winter that has passed, and wonder once more if it is really over and safe to act on their reflections. And then, the moment arrives, it’s too hot to postpone the inevitable…the decision is made…and two hours later, they can wear shorts again.

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"Oh look..."

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"This one is the middle child...and this one is the youngest child...hee hee hee"

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For best results, say it in a very high voice like the boys do...

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Proof that, "The youngest child, the middle child and the twins were here" unfortunatly, the children weren't allowed to leave it uncovered, so no one will ever be able to see this fine peice of art in person.

The A, B, C's according to newsy,

A is for another Albatross accident
B is for baby Bambi being bitten
C is for crazy cousins camping
D is for drowning dusty donuts
E is for Effluvium
F is for favorite flattery food
G is for going gallivanting! Good gravy
H is for happy humble hermit homes
I is for ignorant ink igloos
J is for joining jobs just joking
K is for kindly kidding kids
L is for lousy losing lynx
M is for my most memorable memory moments!
N is for nosy newsy news
O is for only out of order
P is for pretty pink ponies playing
Q is for quiet quaint quarterbacks
R is for romantic rivers rhyming
S is for silly sister’s sadly saying something stupid
T is for tis totally tuesyday tonight
U if for unfortunately unwillingly unable…understand?
V is for Villain voter! Victory vanity!!
W is for water warthogs wailing wildly
X is for Xerxes Xylophone
Y is for yucky young yaks
Z is for zesty zilch zigzags

another for the wall of fame

The newsy field editors hardly working....er...working, hardly...

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well, at least their doing what ever it is they do.

1000 newsy points to the first person who can tell us who the silly sister's are with!

And then we got high

We fear, that if we tell everyone just how high we got today, we'll lose readers. But the fact is, we got really high today! See....

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No, look how high we got...and we lath about it!

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Even little Glow got high...but not quite as high. She is, after all, only a toddler.
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Yes indeed, we lath pretty hard about it now.

A sawdust post

Have you ever woken up with sawdust on your pillow after a night spent sawing logs?












We have.