this weeks schedule...5am up for work back home at 8pm drive to mattawa asleep by 10pm up at 3am drive to olimpia wa for a 8am class till 430pm drive back home get home at 9pm to bed by 11.
what did i learn at class? considering it was a domestic water certification exam review (exciting i know) i learned Amazonian woman can have red hair. those that complain the most about the environment in this state are the ones that have ripped a gash of humanity scaring for ever the lovely hills of the west coast. a tattooed woman is apparently not as uncommon as i would of guessed. i learned that you really have a competition if you want to win the ugly contest. i found gender a mystery is it a she or is it a he what ever. whats the point in driving a hybrid car at twice the speed limit just wondering. i learned that i really really like living way out in the country.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Sunday, May 24, 2009
i get heard
the windows rattle at the noise, was that a sonic boom? and why did that sonic boom sound like the neighbors again.
it has only now donned on me that i have no need for a megaphone. i don't even need to yell to get my thoughts heard over the roar of family life. i need to only ask, tell, plead, suggest or remind in my soft pleasant voice and the chain of sound begins. you ever been in a canyon and yelled to get ones attention and that person yells at the next person till you get a hold of the right person that is the phenomenon i speak of. for example i say "hey owen " haylee pipes up yelling "owen" which doesn't get owens attention but gets frans attention who yells "owen" getting molly and mikadis attention who yell "owen" wail running from room to room. you would think all this yelling would get owens attention, but no only after a phone call from the neighbors just to make sure owen is not lost, and jenny making face to face contact do i hear from owen. so you see i need no megaphone i only need to speak and boom the word spreads. oh ya about owens attention problem jenny said its genetic what ever that means.
it has only now donned on me that i have no need for a megaphone. i don't even need to yell to get my thoughts heard over the roar of family life. i need to only ask, tell, plead, suggest or remind in my soft pleasant voice and the chain of sound begins. you ever been in a canyon and yelled to get ones attention and that person yells at the next person till you get a hold of the right person that is the phenomenon i speak of. for example i say "hey owen " haylee pipes up yelling "owen" which doesn't get owens attention but gets frans attention who yells "owen" getting molly and mikadis attention who yell "owen" wail running from room to room. you would think all this yelling would get owens attention, but no only after a phone call from the neighbors just to make sure owen is not lost, and jenny making face to face contact do i hear from owen. so you see i need no megaphone i only need to speak and boom the word spreads. oh ya about owens attention problem jenny said its genetic what ever that means.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
cute ya right
cute, that's an interesting word. I've herd it used to describe molly and mikaydi on several occasions. i have even let my mind slip into the ""they are cute "frame of mind, but i know better. for example at Church to day they were both cute-ing at the top of there lungs to the point a sibling separation was necessary. they both also had there dresses on back words, cute or a conspiracy? most often i come home from work and there is cute all over the floor. occasionally some cute gets on the ceiling. they spill cute ,through cute, splash cute all over the bath room i must tell you its really cute when they get into my bathroom supplies. hey don't take my word for it, come over and let them get some cute on you.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
its comming to a back yard far from you
just imagine a world were dutch oven cobbler, smores ,and the maverick hot dog are endless wail you sit by a fire talking to your sibling catching up and reminiscing about old times. cousins playing games and running around enjoying the each others company. excitement fills the air in anticipation of the up coming Scottish games. Evey one standing in line to toss the caber or to put the stone and other such manly games bagpipes blaring onioning the neighbors as spectate rs lounge drinking copiously from a number of beverage crystals. laughter erupts as a replay of old slide showes illuminates the night sky. the sweet sent of food lingering from meal to meal of free food which is provided by the hosts. pleasant night bring rest and relaxation for travelers of afar. a hot tub and kid swimming pool sooth tired bones. its a do or do not event its meant to be relaxing or not its up to you. yes i have been working hard to train my dog to make the event less slippery lets say. i have accommodations in mind like campers, rooms, tents i need to know if you have eny specific needs but not to specific you make me ill. i would appreciate it if you RSVP me some how allowing me to prepare i have herd from( mom and dad melinda kristine buff ) i will try to call but if i don't let me know your plans i do have beds for many i have even made the kids sleep on garbage sacks for a month now so the pee spots wont be as fresh. beds will go to those of greatest need and to those who ask first. the longer you wait to tell me whats up the more likely you will end up in a tent on the ground well i decided i would just call every one but if i don't RSVP and blaa blaa gab gab what ever
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
its happening right now
molly you are ruining our game. we are playing spy and if you see us playing it then that ruinins it owen said as he pears around the mound of dirty laundry. molly replies with a nonchalant well i could see you the hole time. the wind whipping the shingles of the house grinds the nerves of the home provider as visions of ditches running over haunt his tired brain. a steady droning thud permeate the air haylee's bobbing head keeping its perfect rhythm. crawling among the dinning clutter she picks and pushes small piles of debris from here to there in an effort to look like she is cleaning. on occasional a off key Bellow cuts the air which can only be explained by a possible recognition of the toon she is currently listening to. a vain jax stands in his crib in the Conner admiring himself in the full length mirror which poses as a door. with full understanding of his vocalising future he aahs and goo goos as loud as he can. frans in interest of fun has discovered a plastic knife and has currently engaged all the children in a running yelling fake knife fight. yells for varies children are repeated over and over until there attention is obtained mikaydie not wanting to be left out is herd adding her two some times three cents worth. hi yah, got ya, hay do my move, aaaaooooiiieee, scream, yell, singing, bowling, crying.
It must be bed time.
It must be bed time.
there she gose
I find it extremely funny to be resting in front of my TV in my room when the door bursts open and a hopping dancing wiggling mikaydia sprints to the bathroom door yelling got to go pottie daddy. i find it funny every thirty minuets every day so much for the luxury of the two restroom home.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
a thought remembered
She huddled behind my leg as the fire light danced across the new bricks of the fire pit we just finished. Don't let it burn me daddy, she whimpered with fear in her eyes.
The camp ground bustled in the early evening. The sun had just sank into the ocean bringing disappointment to the young ones who expected steam to rise extinguishing the day. A crackling fire cut shadow dancers across the tent trailer and the sweat ting of smoke wisp ed in and out of my vision. Elated children hovered around a patient mother as tools and treats to make s'mores were pasted out. Roasting sticks adorned with fluffy sugar were thrust in and out of the red hot coals as instructions on the perfect marshmallow is pasted from one generation to the next . The fire springs to life as young boy, his first s'more experience, ignites his dangling marshmallow. frantically he whips the flaming stick back and forth in effort to extinguish the flaming morsel. time slowed as a moulting ball of flaming lava dislodges from his stick and sails smouldering into space. The pulsating mass of mellow appeared as the baking crust of an active volcano a writhing black mass with red moulting lave seeping threw the cracks.
Innocently anticipating her first chance to create a treat a small girl approaches the fire with reluctance. In a instant the night was interrupted with screams of terror. A marshmallow encrusted face wailed and screamed as the viscus burning fluid ran down her cheek and hair. a whirlwind of parents quickly ascertained the situation and proceeded to loudly bark profanity with some instructions. Cold water was tossed, ointment applied, and the remaining goo scraped from the victims hair and cheek. Time passes and pain subsided the adrenalin of the near miss fades as the camp grounds grows silent.
You could almost feel the ears straining to hear the outcome of the events. a small sound begins to fill the air as whispers drift softly from camp to camp. They all right over there, figures with that many kids something is bound to go wrong, and other more odious comments. Feeling the urge to relive everyone concerns I head for the trailer door to exclaim to all what a bunch of poo heads i thought they were. A calm collected wife gently chides me to humility by reminding me, due to the darkness are general location was unattainable by the mear sound of the events and most likely several concerned neighbors would of surly made use of their cell phones and contacted child protective services. with understanding i relaxed. Tempers calmed and sleep drew all thoughts of terror from the minds of those not still smouldering and only occasional whimpers in the night sired my slumber.
the next morning under a new light the burns already fading like a mild sun burn we drove nonchalantly from the camping ground. a small crowd of rubbernecking swollen eared misfits glared at us from reclined lawn chairs. I could feel the thoughts of bad parents drifting our way and chuckle as I look in the rear view mirror at the parents holding a cold one in one hand an a hot dog in the other yelling at there child who is painting lude signs on the restroom wall.
The camp ground bustled in the early evening. The sun had just sank into the ocean bringing disappointment to the young ones who expected steam to rise extinguishing the day. A crackling fire cut shadow dancers across the tent trailer and the sweat ting of smoke wisp ed in and out of my vision. Elated children hovered around a patient mother as tools and treats to make s'mores were pasted out. Roasting sticks adorned with fluffy sugar were thrust in and out of the red hot coals as instructions on the perfect marshmallow is pasted from one generation to the next . The fire springs to life as young boy, his first s'more experience, ignites his dangling marshmallow. frantically he whips the flaming stick back and forth in effort to extinguish the flaming morsel. time slowed as a moulting ball of flaming lava dislodges from his stick and sails smouldering into space. The pulsating mass of mellow appeared as the baking crust of an active volcano a writhing black mass with red moulting lave seeping threw the cracks.
Innocently anticipating her first chance to create a treat a small girl approaches the fire with reluctance. In a instant the night was interrupted with screams of terror. A marshmallow encrusted face wailed and screamed as the viscus burning fluid ran down her cheek and hair. a whirlwind of parents quickly ascertained the situation and proceeded to loudly bark profanity with some instructions. Cold water was tossed, ointment applied, and the remaining goo scraped from the victims hair and cheek. Time passes and pain subsided the adrenalin of the near miss fades as the camp grounds grows silent.
You could almost feel the ears straining to hear the outcome of the events. a small sound begins to fill the air as whispers drift softly from camp to camp. They all right over there, figures with that many kids something is bound to go wrong, and other more odious comments. Feeling the urge to relive everyone concerns I head for the trailer door to exclaim to all what a bunch of poo heads i thought they were. A calm collected wife gently chides me to humility by reminding me, due to the darkness are general location was unattainable by the mear sound of the events and most likely several concerned neighbors would of surly made use of their cell phones and contacted child protective services. with understanding i relaxed. Tempers calmed and sleep drew all thoughts of terror from the minds of those not still smouldering and only occasional whimpers in the night sired my slumber.
the next morning under a new light the burns already fading like a mild sun burn we drove nonchalantly from the camping ground. a small crowd of rubbernecking swollen eared misfits glared at us from reclined lawn chairs. I could feel the thoughts of bad parents drifting our way and chuckle as I look in the rear view mirror at the parents holding a cold one in one hand an a hot dog in the other yelling at there child who is painting lude signs on the restroom wall.
Monday, May 4, 2009
im here
i find myself signed in so i will post. an interesting thing accrued not just ten minuets ago wail sitting on the pot. not what you think i was there so jax could go to sleep and i could still be connected to the face book thing. then it happened jenny wail doing her nightly ritual jump as bellow her feet a loud snapping noise startled her inquisicly she glanced in my direction and i informed her i just placed a mouse trap in that vent and pow got the sucker time to reset.
Friday, May 1, 2009
an uncovered discomfort
I once again must preface my thoughts with a disclaimer. My aim in writing is not to offend but to enlighten. No ill will is intended from these thoughts.
It has recently become openly clear to me of a practice that may not be apparent to many of my peers of the opposite sex. I am male thus I have male traits just for the record.
There are circumstances in life were a male finds it necessary to stoop, crouch, or bend. Unfortunately this harmless action can cause offence to the unaware bystander . Weight gain I feel is the culprit by causing ill fitting clothing. A trouser or shirt that fits snugly dose not lend itself to optimal movement causing a gap when bending, crouching or stooping. this gap of exposed skin most famously known for the occupation of the plumber has become the butt of many a humerus antidote. in reality witnessing such an unfortunate display is shocking to the point of revulsion. other reactions may be giddy silence or a quick aversion of the eyes. i have found the image that is burned into the mind like the glow of the sun with your eyes closed after staring at an welding arch for five minuets lingers for weeks. night terrors have been reported after a particularly bad viewing and no amount of prescription drugs can draw the venomous images from your mind.
having said that, i now address my attention to the ladies. no i have not noticed in the fairer sex the hinny crack of death due to a catastrophic clothing failure what i have noticed although less frequent is still equally disturbing. the offence usually occurs thus. an individual most times sitting is approached by a lady for any number of reasons such as the admiration of a young child sitting on a lap, or sharing of information etc. then there it is. once again i blame the improper fitting clothing the loose fitting shirt in particular .( if you feel i am being to vague you are correct. i am trying to tastefully dance around this issue by only reveling (bad choice of words) or exposing (no that wont work either) relaying enough information to create a point with out offending or embarrassing.) now back to the narrative
to a male this unintentional display is quite disconcerting. I've always been one that communicates wail looking someone in the eye to show respect. in such a circumstance as the before mentioned expose' eye contact becomes an issue. eye contact either becomes so intent as to disturb the offender into the conclusion that this guy is a freak or the adverse accrues when the victim averts his eyes uncomfortably giving the impression of distress or inattentiveness. unfortunately this leaves the intentions of the male up for interpretation never a good thing. this brings us to those of less moral fortitude that finds the third option acceptable neither eye contact or eye aversion and usually receives a slap of disgust . no mater how you look at it or don't look as the case may be it still causes the same sort of discomfort as the male version of the offence. i therefor propose for all to get clothing that fits, be cautious of your vulnerabilities wail stooping, bending, or crouching and if you fill a breeze in an unusual area just think if the wind can hit it we can see it.
It has recently become openly clear to me of a practice that may not be apparent to many of my peers of the opposite sex. I am male thus I have male traits just for the record.
There are circumstances in life were a male finds it necessary to stoop, crouch, or bend. Unfortunately this harmless action can cause offence to the unaware bystander . Weight gain I feel is the culprit by causing ill fitting clothing. A trouser or shirt that fits snugly dose not lend itself to optimal movement causing a gap when bending, crouching or stooping. this gap of exposed skin most famously known for the occupation of the plumber has become the butt of many a humerus antidote. in reality witnessing such an unfortunate display is shocking to the point of revulsion. other reactions may be giddy silence or a quick aversion of the eyes. i have found the image that is burned into the mind like the glow of the sun with your eyes closed after staring at an welding arch for five minuets lingers for weeks. night terrors have been reported after a particularly bad viewing and no amount of prescription drugs can draw the venomous images from your mind.
having said that, i now address my attention to the ladies. no i have not noticed in the fairer sex the hinny crack of death due to a catastrophic clothing failure what i have noticed although less frequent is still equally disturbing. the offence usually occurs thus. an individual most times sitting is approached by a lady for any number of reasons such as the admiration of a young child sitting on a lap, or sharing of information etc. then there it is. once again i blame the improper fitting clothing the loose fitting shirt in particular .( if you feel i am being to vague you are correct. i am trying to tastefully dance around this issue by only reveling (bad choice of words) or exposing (no that wont work either) relaying enough information to create a point with out offending or embarrassing.) now back to the narrative
to a male this unintentional display is quite disconcerting. I've always been one that communicates wail looking someone in the eye to show respect. in such a circumstance as the before mentioned expose' eye contact becomes an issue. eye contact either becomes so intent as to disturb the offender into the conclusion that this guy is a freak or the adverse accrues when the victim averts his eyes uncomfortably giving the impression of distress or inattentiveness. unfortunately this leaves the intentions of the male up for interpretation never a good thing. this brings us to those of less moral fortitude that finds the third option acceptable neither eye contact or eye aversion and usually receives a slap of disgust . no mater how you look at it or don't look as the case may be it still causes the same sort of discomfort as the male version of the offence. i therefor propose for all to get clothing that fits, be cautious of your vulnerabilities wail stooping, bending, or crouching and if you fill a breeze in an unusual area just think if the wind can hit it we can see it.
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