Autocorrect

I was just putting in a calendar appointment and I had a good little laugh, all by myself.  So I thought I would share.


What I typed into my phone was supposed to say :
 11:30 Appt. with Dr. Yeates.


But what it actually says, because the smart phone autocorrected the word 'Yeates' is:
 11:30  Appt. with Dr. Testes.


I wonder if I should reschedule?

Psycho Analysis

  We all have odd behaviors.  I'm the first to admit that I drive myself crazy.  However I do, in good faith, try and make an effort to systematically think through it to figure out WHY I do what I do.  If for nothing else,  I think human behavior is interesting.

  But this one is hard for me to identify as to the mentality or reasoning behind it.  Here is the issue:

 When reading articles - be it on the internet, in a magazine, informational booklets, etc,  I find myself starting at the end of the article.  And if I like what I've read, I'll move to the next paragraph above it, and so on and so on.  Many times I'll almost read 3/4 of the article backwards and wonder why I didn't just start from the beginning. This happens almost 9 out of 10 times.

Anyone else out there with this little irritating eccentricity?

 Or better yet,  anyone else out there that can tell me the psycho analysis behind it?  Is it because I'm impatient? Untrusting?  Arrogant - need to make sure it is worth my time?  Just extra cool?  That's probably it.  Any wise (or sarcastic) insight is gladly welcomed.  Any other weirdos out there?  Don't be shy.


p.s.  I also ritually crack all of my toes before I fall asleep, among other things.  But that's just a bad habit - no analysis needed.

Beckham did a little decorating in his room. 

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For all you do-it-yourselfers out there, the only materials you'll need to get this same look for your own home are:

 *scotch tape

* a used Pencil

* and a little watercolor paintbrush.  

All of these items can be found in your kiddos backpacks or desk drawer.

Very minimalist, straight lines, very modern.  He has excellent taste.

Ruprecht the Monkey Boy and I Are Tight.

Ruprecht!  Don't take the cork off the fork!

My conversation with the receptionist at the after hours clinic last night at 6:45pm:

After looking at my finger and grimacing, she asks:   How long has it been since your last tetanus shot?

Me:  Oh, a few months ago when I came in to get my other finger stitched up from losing a fight with the toilet.  Yeah. I'm covered.  

Tonight I am feeling a close kinship to Ruprecht.  I, too, should have kept a cork on the end of the knife I was using to de-pit an avocado while lovingly preparing the yummy black bean/red pepper avocado quesadillas for dinner.  I held the halved avocado in my hand, and (I think my blood sugar was running low, because, really,  this is not the smartest thing I have ever done) with my large paring knife drove the tip of the knife right through the skin of the fruit and jabbed it straight into my finger.  It was supposed to go into the pit and pop out, but instead it slipped on the pit and I de-fleshed myself, right there in the kitchen.  

Because it may have nicked a tendon, I am now beautifully ordained with this lovely "head gear" looking brace on my hand for the next 2 weeks. Oh, for the love!!

 I know.  I know.  I should have ordered out.  I agree.  Cooking is much too dangerous.  I'll remember that next time!

Now for some enjoyment, enjoy a little Dirty Rotten Scoundrels on me. 

 Oklahoma! Oklahoma! Oklahoma!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7P5qJAI9BIc

If you were a fly on our wall this week you would have heard this:

Sunday we were talking about horses and Ethan mentioned that when a horse breaks a leg, they have to shoot it.  Eva then said to us, "They don't really shoot the horses in the movies, though.  They just tie them up and then shoot another one."
Oh my - we rolled and rolled laughing so hard.  She then clarified, saying she meant that they would "shoot the other way, not another horse."  But we thought it was pretty funny the first time.  She will be really mad if I pass this along, so don't bring it up with her.  She's just so great and we love to tease her.

"It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone and I need you knowowow... "    Recognize this Lady Antebellum song that is playing almost non-stop on the radio right now?  I love it, so my kids have heard it a few times.  Well Ethan was singing it the other day and continued on to the second verse that says, "It's a quarter after one, I'm a little drunk and I need you knowwooww."  I thought, wow, the whole drunk thing is really not what I want my kid singing about.  So I said to him that maybe we shouldn't be singing that song.  He looked really confused and asked, "Why is it bad?"  And then started to sing it again,  "It's a quarter after one,  I'm a little TRUNK and I need you knowwowo....  A trunk mom, ya know, like a box or a treasure chest.  Why is that bad?"
Oh, you're right, Dude.  Just keep singing about that little trunk.

Last night we had family prayer and it was my turn.  Becks lookes at me and asks, "Mom, do you want me to help you say the prayer?  I'll help you, ok Mom?   Ok. You start."  He then walked me through our family prayer word-for-word, including blessing us that we can let our dog in the house who was barking and that we could all play together in the back yard.  When I was done he was so excited and said, "Good Job Mom!!  You did a good prayer!!" and gave me a big hug.  Those are the best ways to end the night.

Spring is trying!

The first signs of life again...   I swear these little guys shot up overnight.     

Grow! Grow! Grow!

Smoochie Patrol

We have moved into a new phase in our family.  The phase where dad takes mom and gives her a big kiss, deliberately in front of the kids, just to get them to hide their faces and cry out, "EEWWW!!"  My parents did it to us as kids, Kerry's parents did it to him and his siblings, and here we are fulfilling our parental obligation to pass on the love.

Eva had the camera and snapped this great photog just as Ethan was running in the room, full speed to break us up.  Ethan has taken it upon him to proclaim himself as the "Official Smoochie Patrol."  When any display of affection occurs, the kids sound the alarm, yelling "Smoochie Alert! Smoochie Alert!" .  Ethan runs full speed from any corner of the house that he is in and barrels himself right into us, saying, "Alright. Break it up.  Break it up".  Using as much force as he can muster, he attempts to break us apart by squeezing himself between us.    All Ethan needs now is a clipboard and an orange vest leftover from the elementary school's hall patrol. 

We are such law brakers!  We are total Rebels.  Breakin' the law, all day long.  Laughing danger in the face of the hall patrol.  
We. Are. So. Incredibly. Cool.   One day our kids will know that, too!