Gravity + Time

24 Feb 2011 2 Comments

by Ingies in Uncategorized

I found the picture below in a post over at Coal Creek Farm. April, the blogger, found it by Googling “well head.”

I’m sure there is a connection . . . somewhere.

Anyway, I decided the picture was worth sharing. (You can thank me later.)  I also decided I would share a few thoughts I had when I stumbled across this little gem.

My first thought was, “There is a man who has obviously lived his life and is quite comfortable in his own skin.”

My second thought was, “Wow . . . good to know . . . gravity + time does not discriminate . . . man boobs eventually seek out their neighborhood bellybutton, too.”

Just an observation.

D

Chuy

16 Feb 2011 1 Comment

by Ingies in My Life Miscellaneous, Stories about the girl

Our home has a new resident.

Meet Chuy.

R named him. I picked the spelling . . . in honor of my husband’s favorite Austin restaurant.

Chuy was born on June 21st of last year. His mama was a Black Lab / German Shepherd mix. His daddy was not a purse dog.

He belongs to her.

And he plays with her.

(We love him extra for that.)

He is huge. He is gorgeous. He is sweet and cuddly. He fetches and plays tug of war.

Chuy has the makings of an amazing dog.

He is even helpful.

He helped R put together her floor puzzle.

Except maybe that had something to do with the fact that putting the puzzle together involved snacks.

Mmmm . . . best of all . . . like all good dogs . . . Chuy’s feet smell awesome.

D

Kool-Aid

08 Feb 2011 3 Comments

by Ingies in My Life Miscellaneous

I did it.

I drank the Kool-Aid.

I did it almost two weeks ago but couldn’t bring myself to admit it publicly until now.

I am now an iPhone® carrying member of society.

I succumbed to the pressure of my husband who when we were on vacation announced to me rather emphatically,  “When we get home we’re getting you a real* phone. I’m tired of not being able to find you when we’re in a store.”

Those of you who are acquainted with my husband know that he rarely speaks with passion or emphasis so when this announcement was made it was clear that he was serious.

A bit of cell phone history . . .

My cell phone philosophy for years revolved around the idea that it was purely a tool for my use and convenience. It was all about me being able to call people when I desired. It had nothing to do with those same people being able to reach me at their whim.

I did modify this philosophy slightly when I started shipping my children out the door to a local government-run educational institution. I mean really, what if one of them falls off the monkey bars and breaks an arm or something? I’d like to know about it sooner rather than later. (This is entirely possible with my son being who he is.)

So I started keeping my 5-year-old, non-picture taking, barely texting, hand-me-down, only works in Anchorage cell phone charged (most of the time) and actually taking it with me when I ran errands (most of the time). It was a huge step.

Clearly I am a slave to the latest and greatest technology.

Which is why I so eagerly agreed to start carrying an iPhone®.

Ha!

Truth:  It is the old model and was on sale for $49.

But now my husband can happily text me or call me when he so desires.

And he’ll get right through on the days I actually turn on the phone.

Thanks for listening,
D

*By real he ment one that would text and work outside of the state of Alaska.