Sunday, August 27, 2006
Weekly Photo for BM
Here is your weekly photo of Tootsie Magoo, 10.5 weeks old, taken today.
You think in a few years we would stick her on a sled and drag her around our meticulously cared for yard behind a truck? With a smile like this, her father would probably do it.
Sleddin' in East Texus
Who does dog-nuts in their pick up on their empty lot in the middle of town on a Sunday morning, or any time for that matter?
True East Texuns.
Fatty on the Road to RU?
Saturday, August 26, 2006
And Finally, Figuring All Class is Already Lost for the Day:
The Dutch Oven
In the spirit of our recent high tech advances, here is a video for further instruction: note my favorite part, when the dog and cat get dutch ovened at the very beginning: Dutch Oven in action. What is your favorite part?
I have a whole story to illustrate this but will have to relate it later when Goozie is not in my lap.
PS to Bahama Mama: Shot the bunny lately?
And Now, on That Same Subject:
The Wisdom of Rufus #823
Fatty: "What did you learn at school today, oh kindergartener?"
Rufus: "How to keep my farts quiet during nap time."
Fatty Got a Question(s) #826B
By the way, Bumpus is just as bad as I am about it, too.
Will we ever grow up? Or will I be 99 years old, living next door to Bumpus in a house full of cats, and still laughing when 108-year-old Cat Crap toots?
I guess that was more than one question.
Fatty Got a Question #826
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At what point does a toilet become a science experiment?
Friday, August 25, 2006
BEHOLD: THE VIDEO!
Tootsie MaGoo, also known as Goozie, has a favorite sport: pounding the hell out of TTKAAW (the toy known as Aunt Woolah).
Sidenotes: Yes, this is a silent video. You didn't need to hear me cheering her on. And no, the speed is not increased--she really is kicking that fast.
Sunday, August 13, 2006
BRTRU, Stop #813
Rufus (reading out loud): "Benjamin was one of 16 children."
Fatty, in horror: "Yikes! Can you imagine being part of a family that big?"
Boudreaux, just tuning in: "Benjamin must be a rabbit...(lengthy pause as R & F contemplate that comment)...because humans can't make that many babies."
Friday, August 11, 2006
Look Out Archie Bunker
This here is called a Bumbo. Of course, anything that is called something only a few letters away from "Bumpus" has to come live at my house. It's a chair that supports their backs so they can sit in it BEFORE they can actually sit up good. Tootsie Magoo (current nickname of the week) isn't quite there on the neck thing yet, but she can stay upright for about 30 seconds before making a slow-motion timmmmmbbbeeeerrrrr over to the left. The seat is molded foam rubber, so it's soft and totally washable. People use them as a high chair...in the quest to avoid completely filling our house with large, colorfully appointed plastic items, we are going to try the same.
2240 for the WHOLE THING
Sicker: I hid them so no one else in my house would find them.
Sickest: I contemplated eating the whole thing in one day, just so I could write a blog posting about it.
Mildly Redeeming: I ate them in three days instead.
(If you open a package of cookies at 11:59 PM on Monday and finish them at 12:01 AM on Wednesday, then you get to count it as three days!)
BRTRU, Replay of Stop #802
Fatty: "You need to take that tag off your shorts."
Boudreaux: "But I want everyone to know that they're new."
Wisdom of Rufus #811
("Oh yeah? Why?")
"Cause everything we have is made there."
Thursday, August 03, 2006
Time for SCHOOL!
BRTRU, Stop #802
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
Girlchild: 2, Poor Bumpus: 0
And her Daddy looked down into her eyes and she smiled.
"Of course you can."
He was a goner from the start. And he knew it.