Category Archives: Family Matters

Busy Busy Busy

Going to be a busy weekend. On Sat we are helping Josh and Kat move into their new apartment/palace. 3 bedrooms, 2 bath with airconditioning and fireplace. I offered to move all the pillows and lampshades. Strangely enough, they weren’t quite as impressed by this offer as I hoped. I don’t think they realize the level of expertise necessary to safely transport these items.

Sunday is also a move day for Kevin’s dad. I have been told that my pillow/lamp shade moving skills are not needed as professionals have been hired. Instead, I’m going to the bridal shower for Carla. Which reminds me, I need to pick up a shower present for her.

I haven’t had much luck with my shower presents lately. When I buy them, they seem like such a good idea. But once I’m at the shower and the co-workers and relative gifts turn out to be useful things like kitchen gadgets and books, the edible cherry underware suddenly seems like not the right way to go. Might have to reign in my present this time and run with the crowd on this one. We’ll see…..

Men Are Funny

If you ever want a good laugh, I’d recommend listening to a two men discuss fashion. It is simply hilarious. I thought I would die laughing. Kevin & Josh were discussing the finer points of fashion last night. Oh lord, I wish I have a tape recorder to capture the discussion. Talk about the blind leading the blind. Anyhow, I’ve decided to do some investigative research into the dark and mysterious world of men’s fashion. What I need to know is:

How many pairs of shoes does a man own? (Excluding the specialty pair like snow boots or hiking).

Drop me an email or pop your total into the guestbook (if you wish to be anonymous) with your total if you’d like to participate in this ground breaking research. If I get enough of a response, I’ll put something good together.

Oh yeah, Kat and Mikey, thank you for supporting my blond dream.

The Pooka Life

Lesson for the weekend: Do not feed your dog Twizzlers.

I know, for some of you, this may seem self-evident. However, if anyone out there had any lingering doubts, let me put them to rest. Do not feed your dog Twizzlers.

In my defense, I should say that I did not actively feed Artie Twizzlers. In reality, he sort of fed himself. So I suppose the moral should be do not leave Twizzlers where your dog can eat them.

We went to see Jurassic Part III (which as just ok) with Kat & Josh. We left her dog, Melo, with Artie on the sofa at home. Kat & I got the tickets and we sent the boys to buy the snacks. Oh stop groaning, hindsight is 20/20. How were we to know that sending them alone down the candy isle would be a bad idea? OK, maybe that is a little obvious.

We ended up smuggling in 4 large sodas, a family pack of Twizzlers, 2 lb bag of peanut M&Ms, bulk raisonetts, trail mix and kettle corn. So after the movie, we had tons of candy leftover which I stashed in my purse. Came home, walked the dogs, and went to dinner. When we got back, my purse had been tipped over and there were half eaten Twizzlers strewn across the floor – slightly soggy and covered with dog saliva. Looked a bit like a shark attack – they must have tried to bite each one hoping it’d taste better than the last one only to find out they didn’t like it so they spit it back out and proceeded to try another piece. Poor Artie was curled up with his ears pinned back and his tail going a mile a minute. If it is possible for a dog to look guilty, he did. Little Melo, however, had no remorse and began to gnaw on a Twizzler as we watched in dumbfounded silence.

Lets just say, the evening walk proved to be messy.

Do not feed your dog Twizzlers.

The Pooka Life

Dan has weighted in with his laundry thoughts…

Uh, my wife is pregnant. I sort, I wash, I dry, I fold, I put away. No problem. Remember boys, if wifey is happy, then everyone is happy, if wifey is not happy, nobody’s happy.

Dan

I think I need a moment to ponder this wisdom…..

The Pooka Life

And the laundry debate continues. My dad sheds some insight on the dilemma…

Hi C & K,

I was just on your web site enjoying your pictures and thoughts. Laundry is also a touchy subject here at silver arrow. My laundry privileges were taken away from me because of my inability to properly sort the loads. But I am supposed to fold them when they are done. They are normally dumped in the middle of the bed so its difficult to ignore unless you want to sleep under a pile of clothes. But if I wait long enough JT will fold them, but then I have listen to a lecture about not pulling my weight. If the clothes are left in the dryer, I have been known to wear them out of the dryer until its empty. I’m sorry Kevin, it must be in the genes.

Dad

Dan, you are also married to a Terry woman. I’m curious how the whole laundry thing unfolds in the Walls household. Any comments???

The Pooka Life

Sorry for the lag in postings but I’ve been having problems with the web page. For some reason, only IE will link to our blog from our homepage. Netscape, for some reason, can’t seem to find this page. Sigh. Kev’s on shift and pretty grumpy right now so I don’t think I’ll be able to get him to fix it until later this week.

Thought I should probably put up a general disclaimer here. The ultrasound on our homepage IS NOT our child. That’s my sister, Suzy’s, new baby. I realize that at first glance, it’s a little deceiving. My friend Kathy emailed me and said at first she got all excited thinking we were going to be proud parents. Sorry Kathy, no kids in our future yet (if you don’t count Artie of course).

Had a run in with the police yesterday – it was kind of cool. I’m on the bus, heading home like normal, and the bus driver notices this guy running toward the bus. So, being the nice bus driver that she is, she waits a little longer at the stop for him Some bus drivers are not this kind and I have had many a bus pull out instead of waiting. But that is another story. Once he’s on, she starts to joke with him about how he almost missed he. He takes a seat one in front of me and we head on down Sandy. We haven’t gone far when we start to hear sirens and the traffic piles up. I’m thinking, accident up ahead. We inch along and final clear the snag leaving the sirens behind. Now, we haven’t gone more than a mile when all of a sudden, we start hearing sirens coming up behind us. The bus driver jokes it must be her bad driving. We all start to laugh until the cops surround the bus and pull us over. Two officers hop out of their police car and pound on the bus doors to be let in. They have their hands on their guns and jump on the bus, say a few words to our driver who points them to the back of the bus. One officer looks back toward us and says “Alright, put your hands up where I can see them.” I’m thinking, “Me???” The guy who ran to catch the bus shoots his hands into the air and the police man runs back and grabs him. They hussle him off the bus and handcuff him. Once he’s in the police car, they come back on and search his seat where he had dropped a jacket and baseball cap. Turns out he had just robbed a store and was trying to make a fast get away. All in all, it was pretty cool. Although, I did have a flashback to Speed for a moment there. I wonder what would of happened it I had put my hands up too???