Modern Marian #2

Last night, my dear dad suggested to me that I was perhaps I was going a little overboard on the Marian thing.

It made me think...

...Nah.

Look at those gorgeous leaves! Beautiful!

The lovely Bracie, my dear sister:

Happy Birthday Daddy!

Dadism #4

Did you know that if you learn something new every day of your life for 60 years, then you end up knowing (roughly) 800,000 somethings?

In my book, that's a pretty impressive number. So, this morning, I set out on a quest to learn something new, and I learned precisely what Kombucha was.

Full of my accomplishment, I eagerly asked my dear father when he came home, "Dad have you learned something today?"

His response?

"You know, I did learn something new today. But I already forgot it."

I was struck by the wisdom and profoundness in my Dad's simple statement, and have therefore now amended my resolution to read. "I will now learn and remember something new every day."

As a side note...

Remember the baseball bat in my last post's video? Well, nobody in our family plays baseball at all or has any interest in doing so.

So why do we have a baseball bat? To quote Dad, "Because it is an important part of our home defense system."

Yep, nothing like a good old bat.

Dadism #3

And our featured quote of the day is: "Gag me with a spoon."

This is undoubtedly more of a vague exclamation than most sayings. "Gag me with a spoon," is not an idiom that reveals some truth about life or imparts any pearls of wisdom. Rather, it conveys a distinct disgust at something disturbing or in most cases, hypo-criticism.

It requires a certain elasticity of facial features to really say "Gag me with a spoon" correctly. Namely, the lip must curl ever so slightly, and one eyebrow must be raised in a hint of superiority.

And "spoon" must not be spoken with only one syllable, it must be given two to achieve the proper element of scorn. "Spoo-oon!" Or in some cases of extreme horror, the expression may be ended with "Gag me with a pitchfork." Please don't ask me why. However, you must be careful: like as not, the only person who can rightly use the expression this way is my dad. If you use the pitchfork ending, people will just look at you like you are weird.

My Dad's Ice Cream Addiction

So, long story short: My dad loves ice cream. Watch this fascinating interview to catch a glimpse of his love for ice cream.

P.S. YES! I can now post videos! I believe I can safely say that I'll post more often.

Dadism, #2

Today's dadism is...

"It had to be one of us."

Seriously, it's true. Every time something is broken, you can count on the fact that one of us broke it. If you don't believe me, read these stories, which happened on different days

Our church has a bell, and consequently a bell rope. The sturdy rope had been ringing the bell for many, many years without any problems. Finally, it was our family's turn to ring the bell because it was our week to do worship. Giles, my little brother grabbed the bell rope and gave it a nice, not too hard tug. Plop! The rope broke off and fell on the floor in a heap. All he did was touch it and it was ruined.

And then there's my story: I play the piano for worship at church. At the church we have a piano and consequently a piano bench. The sturdy piano bench had been sat on for many, many years without any problems. Finally, it was our family's turn to do worship, so I sat on the piano bench. Boom! The leg of the bench collapsed. All I did was sit! And yeesh, I'm not that heavy!

These are just two examples. Any time you hear a CRASH! a BOOM! or a THUD! You can almost guarantee that someone in my family is behind it.

Dadism #1

This is the first of the new and absolutely entrancing series called, "Quotes from my dad. " Yes, I know that these expressions and phrases are not exclusive to my beloved parent, but for most part, I've only heard them from him.

Today's featured phrase is (drum roll please...)

"Don't quit your day job."

This remark is usually said after a performance of some kind. The most common performance around our insane asylum, excuse me, I meant house involves funky dance moves, and/or wacky and off-key karaoke. Dad says, "Nice, kids, but don't quit your day job."

I find myself using our featured expression about this blog, because I'm not making $40,000 a month like whatever that lady's name is. If I was, I'd certainly quit my day job, which happens to be the dull and monotonous vocatiaon of Alpaca Pasture maintanence. If you are not quite sure what this means, let me un-elaborate. I means I scoop poop. Alpacas are fuzzy little animals sort of like minature lamas. See Amy's Blog. I say "Alpaca Pasture Maintainer" when people ask what I do because it sounds a bunch better than, "Poop Scooper" Oh well. I wish I could quit my day job.