Laming my way to 100

I feel obligated to post since it's the last day of November, and my lame goal of reaching 100 posts is still in the forefront my brain. I've been sitting here trying to think of something to write about and Nils said to me, "You don't have to make it to 100, you know." Yes I do, I said, because I proclaimed it. And because last year I was sad that I didn't make it to 100. Because I have a weird thing with numbers, I guess. Like when I'm running on the treadmill and my miles can't exceed the numbers times 10. Two miles has to be done in 20 minutes or less, 3 in 30, etc. I mean, if I can't run 3 miles in less than 30 minutes, what's the point of even running at all?

Nils told me not to make the blog lame for the sake of making it to 100 posts. MAKE the blog lame? Oh, ho, ho. As if it's not already.

And now, a haiku:

Little blog of mine
One hundred posts you shall have
Silly little blog

Cool Pics, Cool Pics

Nils loves to take pictures. His camera is like our 4th child. He recently upgraded from his Nikon D70 to a Canon 450D, and here are some of my favorites of the last fall photos he took.


This old truck was in his work parking lot. It looks like a real-life Tow-Mater! Nils also has a blog, where you can look at some of his other photography. He has also written articles and tutorials about random things- from dandruff shampoo to camera upgrades. Check it out!

Must Read

I was required to read this book in the 9th grade. I didn't remember anything about it except someone named Boo Radley and a girl named Scout. I just read it again, and I LOVED it. I think this might be one of my all time favorites. I can see why so many high school teachers have this as required reading, but I remember equating "required" with boring at that age. I loved it so much more as an adult. So, I think everyone in the world should read this fabulous book. I laughed out loud several times, found it touching and I'm sad that it ended.

Conflict Resolution

I was tagged over a month ago by Teresa and a few days ago by my sis-in-law Andrea. Here's the thing about tags: I don't really mind doing them, but I feel a little narcissistic when I do. And I just can't imagine that anyone possibly cares to know 40,000 random things about me. So, if you tag me and I don't respond immediately, it's not because I don't love you. I do. I swear. It's just that I'm so darn conflicted about tagging that rather than agonize about it I sometimes choose to ignore it. I'm sorry. So, in order to appease my guilty conscience, I will combine these two tags and just list some of my weirdness in no particular order, and in no specific categories.

*I like to take baths. In my lifetime, my bath to shower ratio is probably 80 to 20.

*I'm compulsive about keeping my fingernails short. I can't stand them long. They get all grimy and just bug me.

*I have a naturally grumpy expression on my face. People think I'm mad when I'm concentrating or not showing some specific emotion. I'm actually quite delightful, so if I look mad when you see me, don't believe it. Unless I'm really mad, in which case you better watch it.

*I always wanted to do hair as a kid, and I said after I graduated college I'd go to hair school. I graduated college and hair school just never fit in the plan. I still secretly wish I'd done it.

*I think most movies are lame. I don't think all movies are, but it's not often that I love one or like one enough to watch it again. I've thought a lot about this and here's my conclusion (see, do you seriously care to know this about me?): I used to like movies quite a lot. Then I had children, and my patience with them diminished. I think it's because I have so little leisure time, that whatever time I do have I want to spend doing something I sincerely enjoy. So I'd rather read a good book or watch a good TV show than watch a crappy movie.

*I have double-jointed elbows. Come on over sometime and I'll show you.

*I've been a chap stick addict since the 7th grade. If my lips are dry and I don't have any lip moistener I get all panicky inside. I've embraced this and do my best to have a large supply at all times.

Fun Game!

It's so sad.
I sprained my stupid ankle. We were at a PAR-TAY last night where we played this injury inducing game: place a paper grocery sack on the floor, stand on one foot and grab the sack with your teeth. After each turn, the sack is cut lower and lower.

Then you sprain your ankle. I was the only one cool enough to do this part of the game. The retarded thing is that I didn't even fall, twist, or roll my ankle. I was just bending down, down, down, down.....and POP! I tore the ligament on the outside of my ankle bone. It hurts. And I'm supposed to wear this ridiculous air cast thing for two weeks. We're having good luck at our house.

It's okay, though. Know why? 'Cause I got ma baby to take care a me. Here he is enjoying one of the thin mints we won at the par-tay.

Fo' Rills

Here's a real post. No pictures, because I'm too lazy; just rambling. We went to Primary Children's today, thinking today was EEG day. No. Today was see-a-pediatric-neurologist-so-he-could-tell-us -he-wanted-to-order-an-EEG-and-MRI-day. That's swell. The two tests are going to be done on the same day. Anders has to be sleep deprived because they want him to be naturally asleep during the EEG. I hope they have some magical method for getting kids to sleep there, because I just don't see it happening- sleep deprived kid or not. Then they'll sedate him for the MRI. This happens in a couple of weeks. We're accepting donations for bills incurred.
P.S. That hospital is depressing.

Anders dropped the f-bomb while we were waiting to see the doctor. He was innocently spouting out rhyming words and out it came. It brought back memories of when he was two, and made the sound "f" for the letters "tr". Truck was was very bad word there for awhile. One time in Target he wanted a big truck and was yelling it really loud.

Inspiring thoughts late at night. Stay tuned for more in the coming weeks- we've got 23 posts left before Dec. 31!

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This is our 76th post for 2008. Only 24 more by December 31. My name is Arnie. Say Arnie. Say it!