Dog

Today is an all-day Dog The Bounty Hunter Marathon on A&E. Yippeeeeee!!! Oh, the baby feedings will be so fun now!

Favorite Dog-isms - I'm taking notes:

"At the end of the criminal rainbow, there is no pot of gold."

"I like it when a plan comes together that you didn't plan." ...Huh?

"Sometimes nothing works until they shut the door and lock the key." :)

"Sometimes tough love is to love the person back into being straight." (Maybe tough love should be used on the judges on America's Next Top Model)

2nd Greatest Christmas Song Ever

Simple Plan's Christmas Song: childish. innocent. perfect.

Debbie thinks he says "I want a million kids," instead of "a million gifts". We've been in the house with the twins too much lately. :)

On a related note...I found out yesterday that Matthew is the 9th most popular baby name, but in keeping in the Little Mountain tradition, Annalise is the 676th most favorite name. I still think the name fits her perfectly, though. Grandma Jan calls her "Annalise, Princess of Little Mountain" (Change out Little Mountain for our last name...I have blogger privacy issues)

Annalise is of German origin, meaning Grace or Favour. I see grace everytime she stretches her long model fingers out after a nap. Matthew means Gift of God, definitely fitting of the long wait we had for both of these guys.

Back to Simple Plan: disable my music at the bottom and take a listen:

Uncomfortable Music

Ever sat in Church and heard one of those intermediate hymn solos that probably shouldn't have been a solo? They're the type that send me running for the restroom to stick my head under the sink, because I feel like my head is morphing into a giant sweating atomic fireball. Debbie just grins and shakes her head when she sees me stand up to walk out. Yeah, I get embarrassed for people badly. Its painfully annoying. I need to get surgery for it I think: Empathy Bypass Surgery.

Liesl forwarded me this song last year which reminds me of those situations. This one is a classic. It could be construed by some as slightly irreverent, but I cry everytime I hear it. Tears of humor.

Listen to the whole thing...the end of the performance is quite amusing. Put the music player at the bottom on pause and click on "O Holy Night" below.

O Holy Night

Beanbag Babies

I found out this past weekend that the babies love my beanbag. This isn't one of those ridiculously priced Lovesac's - just a Target special. Our kids aren't picky. But it puts them to sleep like a charm!

Now where does daddy sit when he hops online for his Call of Duty time with his friends?



It starts early...Annalise smacking her "little brother"



Matthew is a 360 kind of guy. Annalise prefers the Wii.



Two Chupacabras (Daddy's gamertag - add me!) and Live buddies wishing you a Merry Christmas!

Oh yeah!

No Liesl, by saying "First of Many" I didn't mean kiddos! Allow me to lay out the logic:

1. If I meant the first of many...kiddos, I would have had to have said "First and Second of Many". Obviously. Twins. Come in sets of two. And there's no way I would say "first set of many sets of twins"
2. Have you ever read the story of Zacharias in the Bible? Yeah, that's us basically - you know..."well stricken in years". I'm just lucky the angel Gabriel didn't strike me dumb for disbelief when I found out we were having twins.

However, I did mean first of many pictures! oh yeah! Now that this new and exciting brand of Guantanamo sleep deprivation is becoming a habit, I have a little bit of time to update our blog. The hot brunette in the other room wants me to make clear that she doesn't think I should compare feeding the twins every three hours at night to certain CIA interogation techniques, but I guarantee there are some parents of multiples that would choose 30 minutes of waterboarding over the experience of the first two nights of feedings.

Sometimes I think I'm actually fighting Taliban insurgents on the way over to pick up the babies in the middle of the night. Or the koolaid man is running through my bedroom wall...ohhhhh yeah! It can't be good to half-dream about the koolaid man while your kids need their diapers changed. I digress, but can you imagine if we convinced the Koolaid man to use his powers for good for us in the mountains of Tora Bora? He'd step off the back of an Armored Personnel Carrier yelling "Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah!" and run through a few cave walls until he drowns the enemy in a rush of Sharkleberry Fin.

Anyway...I wouldn't trade the late-night delusions for the world. Everytime I go stumbling in the dark to pick them up at 3:00 in the morning, I just have to look down at them to realize how blessed we are. And how I don't know how I managed life without them.

Here's a few new pictures:

Matthew the next morning in the hospital



Annalise the next morning in the hospital



These kids are TINY



Matthew's letting us know that our first spacewalk to the doctor's office was "solid"



Dupa stands guard at the foot of the baby carriers



We all love Mommy

First of many...

Twins are Here :)

Pictures later today!

Family Portrait Becomes Pandemonium

Two years ago was our last round of family photos. I have to say we have just about the best looking family around, in my humble opinion - on both sides.

Not because we're of the model variety or anything. Some of us are losing a little hair, some of us have a little extra girth, but we're happy and together. Mom couldn't make it, but I see her in the faces here whenvever I look at this.



Now's for the fun part...None of us realized that Tyler was lifting the dog by the back of its neck in the first picture. The next photo is the result of several tries to get through laughing about the dog. Wasn't going to happen.



*No animals were harmed in the taking of these family photos

Dwight is my Homeboy

...not really, but I think he's possibly the funniest thing going on TV right now. And Jim is the perfect character to play pranks on him every week. If I didn't work with such serious people, I'd definitely try and put someone's stapler in some jello or move their desk into the bathroom. But alas, I work with a bunch of folks that would not get the humor in that at all...consultants. Yeah, the type that thinks CAPM is as important as the Theory of Relativity. These are the type of people that actually understand the airline pricing structure. These people I work with actually think its efficient to write a 150 page paper with 8 other people that don't know each other. Unfortunately I'm one of them.

So, I can't play office pranks, but I would looooove to! So watch out friends and family, I'm in the prank mood again. A couple of years ago I had Samuel L. Jackson call 36 people in my cell phone list to personally invite them to "Snakes on a Plane". And I think it was last year that Kermit the Frog asked me if he could call David and Liesl early in the morning to wake them up for the After-Thanksgiving sales at Target. The Office is inspiring me to engage in harmless shenanigans again soon - watch out. :)

I used to not be able to watch The Office, because it reminded me too much of real life. Not quite art imitating life, but it still made me uncomfortable to come home from the office and flip on the television to see a show where the painful satire is based on a series of performance reviews and who would be the one to get voted out of the office during a downsizing.

However, now that I've found the goodness of Dwight P. Schrute, who reminds me of so many people that I've had to work with (and still do), I can't help but love this show.

Jim, the only guy with half a brain in the office, tortures Dwight with a weekly prank. Take a few to watch this collection of Jim's greatest pranks:



Earlier in the year, John McCain declared on the Daily Show that he would be nominating Dwight Schrute as his VP running mate. Rainn Wilson, the genius actor behind Dwight, showed up on Jay Leno to give his demands for acceptance. I found his acceptance letter online and had to share it here:

My fellow Americans and select Canadians,

My name is Dwight K. Schrute. Recently, it was brought to my attention that a Presidential candidate has selected me as his Vice President — or as I prefer, Assistant President. I was not surprised by this information, because I am the only suitable choice. As this country’s second in command, I will be cunning; wily; exceedingly loyal to my superiors; and will not hesitate to use heavy artillery. However, unlike my predecessor, I will not fire it off in a friend’s face.

As for Mr. Jonathan McCain: I will accept your offer, old man. But before I do, certain terms must be agreed upon.

• I may borrow Air Force One whenever I want. I am not required to refill the tank. When piloting Air Force One, I am only to be addressed as “Iceman.”


• Effective immediately, Jack Bauer is promoted to Secretary of Defense.


• I demand full government financing of research programs into the beet as an alternative energy source. Beet juice is cheaper than gasoline, better-tasting and only slightly flammable.


• My bunker must contain a foosball table and be zombie-proof.


• Secret Service members are to be armed with guns, nunchucks, throwing stars and flamethrowers.


• I would like a flamethrower.


• From now on, the National Anthem will be replaced with Van Halen’s “Panama.”


• My current employer, Michael Scott, has asked for an advisory position, a la Karl Rove. I am not adverse to this; however, it is not a deal-breaker. The rest of my coworkers are to be placed in an internment camp. And the entire city of Scranton should be surrounded by a wall and converted into a futuristic prison.


• I want to see an eagle fight a falcon. Whoever survives is our nation’s mascot.


• No more tours of the White House. I distrust schoolchildren.


• All pictures of Abraham Lincoln are to be removed. He is creepy.


• J.K. Rowling should be required by law to write a new Harry Potter book. If she refuses, I advise torture.


• All of the above items are negotiable. Except for the flamethrower. Basically, if you get me a flamethrower, I’m on board.

In conclusion, I consider it an honor and a privilege to serve the American people. I will display complete loyalty to my President. I will take a bullet for him and even provide a quality foot massage. But if, say, Barack Obama values that loyalty more highly … I’m going wherever they value loyalty the most. Make me an offer. And America — at 3 a.m., when the phone rings in the White House … I won’t even hear it. I’m an extremely sound sleeper. Vote Schrute!

Dwight K. Schrute

Assistant President in Pending

Cc: Michael Scott, John McCain

On the hunt

I'm still on the hunt for the elusive Chupacabra, as you see here from these shots from the set of Indiana Jones X (I'm thinking of watching Indy 4 soon, blindfolded - I have a sneaky suspicion it will be much better.)








Actually, these were from the last High Adventure I took a group on a year ago. I get bummed at this time of year that I'm not with the Young Men's program anymore, because this is the perfect weather to camp in.

Debbie is not what would be classified as a camper, but she was a good sport on the pilgrim trek a couple of years ago. She would prefer camping where you stay in a 5 star hotel, and I prefer a blanket and a rock. Somewhere we'll meet in the middle someday.

My Top 10 Favorite Things about Camping:
1. You are away from other people (Debbie prefers that I avoid the phrase "stupid people" and just stick to "people" here, but you get the where I'm going with that)
2. It gives you an excuse to build a fire and burn things
3. You can be completely savage and do things you'd never do at home, like eat food off the ground - hmm...might be how I picked up E.Coli on another high adventure
4. Laying out under the stars
5. Eating bags and bags of Red Vines
6. Random pranks, like putting a duck in someone's sleeping bag with them
7. Getting pounded by a Texas thunderstorm all night and waking up smiling when you realize that the little extra money spent on the highly rated tent was worth it and you're the only one dry
8. Wildlife - whether its trying to hunt wild boar in the dark with a knife or chasing chickens for dinner
9. Eating off the land - ok, so I WANT to make that a favorite thing, but the hot brunette in the other room frowned on me when I told her that I wanted to experiment on my next trip and live off the land like Man vs. Wild. Still working on that one.
10. Camping reminds me of camping

Peter Cottontail is a Redneck!

Yep, you heard it - Peter Cottontail has been confirmed a redhead...or is that a redneck??

Which brings me to my new favorite show on TV: Destination Truth. Each episode features two investigations into the reports of cryptids around the globe — paranormal creatures that are said to exist only in myth and superstition. Every week a team of experts treks off into the wilds of some ridiculous country like Zambia or Nepal with a bunch of "scientific equipment" to search for yetis, chupacabras, or the Mongolian Death Worm, a creature, 4 feet (1.2 m) long, that reportedly secretes acid and shoots electricity. Now tell me...can you find ANYTHING better on TV than a hunt for the Mongolian Death Worm??? Now, before you completely discount the show, the Destination Truth team actually made international news a year ago with the discovery of a yeti footprint in the Himalayas.

The show features Josh Gates, the funniest host seen on TV since Will Ferrell's last guest host appearance on SNL. The Hollywood Reporter says "...don't watch this series...thinking you'll see the solution to a riddle of the universe. Watch it because Gates has a great sense of humor, never takes himself too seriously..."

And so, caught up with Destination Truth fever, I set out on a magnificent quest into our backyard, braving the elements, to prove that the cute little Peter Cottontail we all grew up admiring is really a wolf in rabbit's clothing - and sure enough.. Documented evidence that Peter is no cute little fuzzy cottontail, but a savage redneck! Check the visual evidence closely for the red hair on his neck and the battle-scarred ears.





Stay tuned for next week's episode where Chris wrestles down a Chupacabra with his bare hands...

Em pics

Posting latest neice Emily pics from our babysitting night. She did NOT like my Beanbag chair, but she makes a good model. My favorite is her suspicious look...the one where she peers out of the corner of her eyes - we see her do this all the time!

Tagged

I didn't get tagged by Liesl, but since Alex hasn't posted to the tag, I'm going to take the liberty of tagging myself. No tag backs. Times infinity.

4 Things You May Not Know About Me:

1. I was pulled over 6 weeks before leaving for my mission doing almost 140 mph in a red Audi on I-75 at 2 am and I only got a WARNING!!! (the highway patrolman who pulled me over lived next door to an old lady whose lawn I mowed, so he just told me to, "take your dad's car home"...ouch)
2. I would rather swim 5 miles than run a quarter of a mile. No joke. Hate running. You should only run if someone is chasing you - and I haven't been chased in at least 5 years.
3. I have only had one cavity, when I was a kid. So, ask me...do I floss? NOOOOO. And I proudly tell the hygeniest that I haven't flossed in 6 months every time I go in for my biannual cleaning. I see no sense in being part of the 98% of the population that CLAIMS they floss daily.
4. I'm a heavy juice drinker - like a 2 year old. The juice aisle is the first aisle I go to when we go to the store. I'll drink any combination of cranberry, carrot, pomegranate, or acai you can throw at me.

4 Places I Go Over and Over:

Masala Wok - best Chicken Tikka Masala in Dallas
Texadelphia - best Chicken Cheesesteaks in the World, and greatest restaurant title
Samui - best Thai Green Curry in Dallas
The local Redbox (gotta have something to do while I'm eating!)

4 People That Email Me:

a. Eric Dickerson - not really, but I'm thinking he will soon. See, I added his gamertag on my 360 during NCAA 09 "Play Against the Pro's" weekend...
b. McCain and Obama campaigns - my strategy is to vote for whoever sends me the fewest emails, since I only have a 1 in 300,000,000 chance of being the singular marginal vote that actually counts...and I'm positive that its not me
c. Lots of people with the last name of Morris - Debbie has 11 siblings
d. LinkedIn updates - asking me to recommend people that I barely remember working with

4 of My Favorite Foods:

Shashimi
Chicken Parmesan from anywhere but Chubby's in Plano (see earlier post)
Krakowska Kielbasa
Schnitzel with Noodles (couldn't resist...actualy with Red Beets)

4 Places I'd Love to Be:

Schlossborn
Krakow
Prague
Beaver Mountain

4 Movies I Watch Over and Over:

The Spanish Prisoner (RENT IT)
Clear and Present Danger
Rush Hour
Bourne Anything

4 People I'm Tagging:

Alex
ALex
Alex
Alex (post, you!)

Vacation Funnies

We had to post the video of two episodes from the recent pilgrimmage to Salt Lake City this summer. We were actually in Logan most of the trip, but since I call the whole state Salt Lake City, this will have to do. Context of the first video: Someone had just been pushed off the back of the Gator, when I came along to document the witnesses. Since they were all up in arms about who actually did it, I decided to stand back and let the kids do the talking. Best kid drama since last night's episode of "The Suite Life of Zach and Cody".
The next video is a karaoke classic! Coming soon...

Boys and Girls!

Now we'll have boys AND girls in our house...so I accurately predicted that we'd have twins when we went through this process. And once we found that out, my prediction turned to having one boy and one girl. And we are!

Thankfully now we don't have to answer "the question" anymore. Here's what I'm talking about: "What do you want...a boy or a girl?" This is asked with the same casualness as, "What do you want on your sandwich..mayo or mustard?"...For Goodness sake, we're talking about a baby here, not a sandwich...you get what you get. Apologies to everyone who has asked us this question (psst...we ask people this too!)

I'm still not 100% sold that the doctor has a clue what he is seeing. I think doctors are just messing with us and that the ultrasound is simply a badly tuned TV station.

But, he was convinced that its one boy and one girl so we'll take him at his word!

So in 12 years when I'm off to Boy Scout Camp with Helmet, Debbie will be out with Hermaine at Girl Scout Camp. No, we're not naming our kids this...just humor me

On that note, other twin names that we won't be considering:

Jack and Jill
Gonzo and Piggy
Ima and Ura
Hansel and Gretel (like the picture on our header)
Emilio and Charlie
Barbie and Ken
Luke and Leia (Debbie told me no)
Jacob and Esau
Romulus and Remus
Antipholus of Ephesus and Antipholus of Syracuse (err...Shakespeare's Comedy of Errors...anyone?)

We can't decide yet on names, so if you have any to suggest, please send along. But be aware, they are going to have to be better than Helmet, and THAT is a tall order.

Twins!

Debbie finally gave me the go-ahead to make it public knowledge...we've got twins on the way!!!

Now, most of the audience for our blog is already in the know, but for those who aren't:

We're due in mid-december, and so far things are going very well. We won't know for certain the gender for another 4 weeks, but I have my ideas....

I'm firmly convinced that we will either have a combination of boy and girl or two boys or two girls. There, I said it! My prediction! I challenge anyone to come up with another probable outcome.

Actually, I was pretty convinced that it was a boy and girl combo (no logic behind that at all), until I had a dream the other night that we had 2 girls, both of whom looked like Suri Cruise, oddly enough. In my dream, they started walking after one day, and I was ecstatic that our little wizards could read by day 2. Day 3, I walked into our room and they were painting a mural akin to the Sistine Chapel ceiling on our bedroom wall. Once I awoke and came to my senses, I had to settle in to the fact that the first three days with our twins will most likely test our capacity for sleep deprivation, the kids won't be walking for quite awhile, and won't be joining MENSA until at least age 4.

In reality, we're very happy to be pregnant, and we'll just be happy if they arrive healthy. I'm looking forward to answering a million "are they twins?" questions from strangers. To which I will offer the stone-faced reply of, "No, their clones". Totally straight face needed to deliver that line, so I'll have to practice. There have to be at least a few strangers I could convince of that. I've seen a few of them on the American Idol auditions.

So, now we're spending our days looking to famous parents of twins to learn what we need to know about parenting. Few nuggets I've learned so far:
1. Darth Vader - Stay very clear of any sinister looking Senators who only want to talk about the dark side of the force.
2. The mom on the Suite Life of Zach and Cody - Rules with kids, and restrictions on time watching the Disney channel, are essential.
3. Chuck Norris and his wife Gena - kids get out of line...open up a can of Ninja Chuck on them.
4. Dave Mathews and his wife Ashley - If faced with a question from kids that you can't answer, just mumble along to where no one understands what the heck you're saying, and then have mom translate it to the kids.
5. Ray Romano - If you buy a house a street away from your parents, be ready to live the Everybody Loves Raymond life.

She's back!!

I've got to get better than this once a month posting cadence.

Misaki insisted in sneaking back into our photos...prior to the big announcement tomorrow.

Indiana Jones and the Scientology Skull

Man, I wanted so bad to love this movie.

I am a huge fan of the other 3 I.J. movies. HUGE. Could probably recite the lines from "The Last Crusade" in my sleep. Or... maybe not that big of a fan. I don't know. But big. Real big. I bought the hat.

So, without further ado I must weigh in on the state of the current Indy franchise direction, and it can be summed up in one question: I WAITED 20 YEARS FOR THIS???

By far the biggest disappointment of this, or any other year. As the lights dimmed and the Lucasfilm logo appeared, the energy was electric in the theater. But, as the film progressed that energy was sucked out of the crowd like the life out of a russian psychic.

Let me sum this up: Unlike Alien vs Predator, where we know the movie is going to be awful and expect it, with Indy 4 it was built up to be such a great movie! I kept hearing how the reason this waited for 20 years, was because they wanted to agree to the right script first. So this was the right one? What the heck did the wrong ones look like?

Long post today, folks...my top 10 worst things about the movie. I'll try and keep the spoilers to a minimum:

1. Movie Sets - Every scene actually LOOKS like a movie set. There is no true feeling of realism in this movie at all. At one point in the movie when Indy and Mutt are at the token ancient burial site the camera pans over the site first and it's so overwhelmingly obvious that it was a minature model that I half expected Red Five to fly over and try and drop a photon torpedo down a ventilation shaft (was secretly hoping that would happen). And then in a later scene, the jungle set was so obviously off a back lot at some movie studio that I kept looking in the bushes for Gilligan to come running out with Marianne and the Professor in tow. Instead, we got MARION, the Centrum-Silver popping Professor, and the kid with the OCD comb habit.

2. Acting - Won't go there. I have to go to bed before midnight. Not enough bandwidth to upload this blog once I get started on the acting.

3. George Lucas and Spielberg - These guys were geniuses twenty years ago. After the first five minutes I was expecting Jar Jar to pop out of one of those prairie dog holes. And then lo and behold, they find Jar Jar's skull!!!

4. Aliens. Indiana Jones fights space aliens. The gray ones with big eyes that we've seen in fifty other movies. It's not tongue in cheek, or an homage to 50's saucer cinema. Spielberg and Lucas are completely serious. Aliens. psst...Spoiler: Aliens aren't even real! At least he could have fought something real like Bigfoot or the Chupacabra.

5. Age - Spielberg, Lucas, Ford, Allen...they are all reaching the point where "life has stopped giving and has started taking." Harrison Ford's first appearance - the one where he "looks 80" - cries out for a little creative make-up. Come on, we expect him to have aged, but THAT much?

6. Weak Villians - So we don't get to fight Nazis on this go round. So be it. I was sold on the idea of fighting the Commies in the spirit of my hero Mr. Reagan, but I guess once you've dealt with Nazis you just can't find a comparable group of nasties to play the villians. But THESE Commies were more like the kind that cranked out millions of wooden stacking dolls and picked mushrooms in the forest than the hard-core Stalinists who murdered 20 million Russians to maintain power. But hey, at least the reunited cast of Apocolypta in the last 30 minutes was a little menacing.

7. Meaningless End to the Bad Guy - And not to ruin anything, but why did the alien burn out the Russian psychic's eyes? Was he a McCarthy Communist-hater or was she just too broad in her request for knowledge? See, I need to know because I don't want to be punished and have my eyes burned out just because I want a little knowledge if I ever run into a crystal-skulled alien the next time I end up in Latin America.

8-10. Lucas and Spielberg will still get a ton of money!!! Because, like millions of other Americans, I will have to buy the trilogy box set now tomorrow and watch it for a week to get the bad taste of Indy4 out of my mouth.

The Genius of Top Gear

What other show on television drag races a Bugatti Veyron against a Eurofighter Typhoon...



...and then the next week they attempt to launch the most un-aerodynamic car into space as a reusable shuttle! Brilliant!

Em and Wes

Posting several pics of the Frisco babies this morning - please send all royalties to the "Chris needs a 300 mm lens" or the "Debbie's European Vacation" foundation.





And..."definitely past bedtime" photo...



Few more before we head out for the day...

Baby Invaders

Liesl and David have a handful now - Great news this week as they ended up with Wesley being dropped off by the same stork that brought Emily.

To paraphrase Jerry Seinfeld - babies are wonderful, but let's make no mistake about why these babies are here. They are here to replace us. They're cute, they're cuddly, they're sweet,...and they want you out of the way.

Sounds like the ominous Battlestar Galactica intro - Kids...they rebelled....there are many of them....and they have a plan!

But for now, cute and cuddly covers it! They can do no wrong. We can wonder about whether they are really Cylons in disguise when they hit their teen years.

Smakolyki

"Smakolyki" - Polish for snacks! Only the "L"-type character actually has a "W" sound. But tasty, nonetheless. I'm hungry.

So without further ado, the top 10 greatest foods of all time, compiled by yours truly.

10. Hot Buffalo wings - unless you have an ulcer
9. Toblerone - with 50% of your daily saturated fat in one piece, its a winner!
8. Goldfish - must be bought in Costco quantities
7. Kinder eggs - unless you get one of those ridiculous toys like a Hedgehog in a spacesuit with a pivoting fishing pole
6. Chicken - fried, baked, Chicken Tikka Massala, boiled Gypsy-style, you can't go wrong
5. Pomegranete - makes great juice and the seeds can double as a cheap light-bright toy
4. Olive oil - great on bread, but if its rancid it moves to #1 on the worst list
3. Sprinkles - doesn't matter what type. Sprinkles are the spice of life.
2. Corn Nuts - can double as a breath mint and a teeth sharpener
1. San Pellegrino Lemonade - nothing like Italian lemon tasting battery acid!

And the worst list:

10. Guinea pigs - think about that one for awhile...
9. Dog - unless you're on a strictly Vietnamese diet
8. Horse - see number 9
7. Monkey brains from Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom
6. Kimchee - even the word tastes bad coming off the tongue
5. Liver - organs do not make good food...could you imagine eating Lung? Or Gallbladder?
4. Chicken Fingers from Chubby's restaurant at Parker and Alma in Plano - awful. Unless you like the consistency of beef jerky with corn flakes on them.
3. Black licorice - Debbie disagrees with me here, but I'm making the list.
2. Hamhocks - with beans, with bok choy, you cannot disguise the fact that you're eating piggy ankles...I've eaten them in gelatin!
1. Hummus - One of the oldest known prepared foods. Dirt is also old. They taste very similar.

Although I left if off the list, European digestive cookies are my fav too! Only to be found in your local Kroger in the international food aisle...next to the hummus. hmmm

Our first mugshot

Bugs in the wild

Bugs and his buddy in our backyard wilderness. Yes, we need to mow our lawn. Yes, if you call our HOA we will hunt you down. Yes, we tried to leave out carrots. No, our bunnies must be meateaters...5 shriveled up carrots still on our back porch.

Misaki's Debut

Testing out the Nikon, with our favorite subject, Misaki. Misaki, though some would call shy and bashful, insists on accompanying us to every photo-op. More to come later. Oh yes.

NOT TO 60

Not to Little Mountain in 3.4 seconds! Sorry, had to indulge my new favorite British phrase from Top Gear - Instead of 0-60, everything is referred to as "Not to 60" - feels as if I'm caught somewhere between sounding like a math professor and a car enthusiast when I say it. You either get "My Bugatti does 0 to 60 in 3.4 seconds" or... "Yes, folks that fine Corolla you see before you will go Not to 60 in 24.8 seconds..." Now, which sounds better!!

Unless of course, you find out your name is NOT in the United States! What rubbish! (Another fine British term) Makes me wonder... do I really NOT exist in these United States or maybe I've only been LED to believe I'm in the United States all these years...NOT to U.S. citizenship in 31.5 years?

Now that I've been completely and utterly marginalized (another nerdy math term), I'm going to have to evaluate what impact this has on me paying taxes in 2009.

Thanks Alex, for helping me find this link and seeing the light.

HowManyOfMe.com

There are 0 people with my name in the U.S.A. How many have your name?

First Post

whew - breathe...first post - and since I have nothing more to say tonight before I go watch a movie with Debbie, we'll leave it at that - first post...come back tomorrow for the second post