The wind for the past 3 days has turned the dogs into monsters. They have been running around and tearing things up and barking and generally misbehaving all weekend (our weekend being Wednesday through Saturday). If they're not careful I'm going to put their faces on FOUND posters and wait for some liar to come pick them up. Somebody totally would too, a sucker's born every minute.
The new one seems to have an extra verse or something....and what's all that crap about evergreen? So, if you're reading this Sir Andrew, FIX IT NOW!
She loves having her picture taken, and I always have a hard time taking pictures of her in which she's doing anything besides smiling into the camera. Also, please forgive the parade of poor quality photos. My real camera has a dead battery and I can't seem to find it and the charger at the same time, so I've been using the camera-phone.
Most of the time I don't like living in a small town. Everyone knows my dad, so I have to watch what I say (or buy...) in the drugstore, there's no take out Chinese (which is practically medieval) and nothing is open after 9pm. (Except, naturally, the Super Wal-Mart. Ew.) However, occasionally something so fantastically small-town-Texas comes along that makes it totally worth it that my first grade teacher knows exactly what kind of birth control I use.
It's fun to play catch games with Justin because, no matter what the object being "caught" is Justin behaves as if it's a live grenade. He covers his face and dodges it with his body, and catches it out beside him as if he's afraid that at any moment it could explode. It's true that with the water balloons, this might be a concern, but he behaves the same way with the Nerf football, which, as far as I can tell, is quite sturdy. He also makes noises, which I can't quite describe here, but sound somewhat like the sound I make when I slip in the shower...
The blogger for The Economist says:
A rare moment when Maybe is actually tolerant of Marlowe sleeping close to her. You can tell that she's suppressing the urge to scream from the indignity of it.
Over the weekend, I sat around and blew my nose, dosed it up on Nyquil and Dayquil and watched excessive TV. I did manage to do a couple loads of laundry and wash the dishes, but let's face it, that's bare minimum.
I love it when I get new toiletries. Even when it's just every day stuff, shampoo, shave cream, and moisturizers I just want to throw myself into the shower and try it all out. Especially if it's in pretty bottles. My new shampoo, formulated for long hair, comes in a bright red bottle and is called "Long Term Relationship." Yes, I'm a complete sucker for marketing. I cannot wait to wash my hair tomorrow.
remembering how my grandmother always acted surprised and proud when we had found all the eggs. It's been just over 10 years since my grandmother died, but something reminds me of her every day, and today, I'm wishing that I had one of those eggs.
The Vatican has handed down seven new "deadly" sins. They are far less glamorous sounding than the original ones, and I, for one am slightly offended. (I'm also vaguely disturbed that while I've dallied in all the original deadly sins, I seem to have none of the holy virtues: Chastity, Abstinence, Temperance, Diligence, Patience, Kindness and Humility. Oh my.)
I had a weird drive home last night. There were rabbits everywhere, in the field across from work and frolicking at the side of the road for almost the entire drive. There were so many of them that I actually noticed them out there, during a time that I usually sort of just zone out and drive. It was weird enough that that I thought I'd consult my handy-dandy Dictionary of Superstitions when I got home this morning. The rabbits are good news, they are generally seen as good luck, so I was pleased that there were dozens of these lucky charms hanging around. (By the way, apparently the feet are only lucky if they are back left feet, from rabbits killed by a cross-eyed man in the light of a full moon. I swear I didn't make that up, but thought I'd include it, because it's funny.) So yeah, rabbits...the other superstition is that they are good luck because they're born with their eyes open, and that allows them to see evil coming and avoid it, which brings me to the bad luck.
About half way home, a white mouse ran out and stopped directly in front of my car. It practically glowed in the dark, and I veered to the right so that I didn't hit it, but I was totally spooked. The book says that this mouse thing is bad news. White ones in particular are scary, and if one crosses the floor in front of you (and I would assume this also applies to a road), it's a portent of doom. I'm hoping that the rabbits cancel out the mouse...Not that I'm taking this very seriously, of course, but it's kind of creepy all the same. I think I'll lay low for a couple of days, just in case.
So I don't know if I'm going to keep this blog anymore. I feel like there are too many restrictions on what I can say here. Even when I say something that I think is completely innocuous, somebody always takes it out of context, and feelings get hurt or people get mad, and then I get mad and it's just a whole big deal.
Reading on the sofa yesterday, with the TV on for background noise, I looked up to see Bindi Irwin doing an interview with Rachael Ray. This kid is fantastic, she seems really well adjusted and so completely full of life that it's astounding. Every few minutes she would say "I'm just the luckiest kid in the world," and it was obvious that, in spite of bad stuff that's gone down recently in her short little life, she really believes that. So, I made a note to be a little more like Bindi, and a little less like Britney Spears and went back to my book.
Today is the 40th anniversary of the first Mr.Rogers Neighborhood episode. I don't really want to post anything directly related to my life right now, so in his honor, the lyrics to his theme song:It's a beautiful day in this neighborhood
A beautiful day for a neighbor
Would you be mine
Could you be mine
It's a neighborly day in this beauty wood
A neighborly day for a beauty
Would you be mine
Could you be mine
I've always wanted to have a neighbor just like you
I've always wanted to live in a neighborhood with you
So, let's make the most of this beautiful day
Since we're together we might as well say
Would you be mine, could you be mine
Won't you be my neighbor
Won't you please, won't you please
Please won't you be my neighbor
Spoken: Hi television neighbor, I'm glad we're together again....
Your favorite thing? It's a secret...shhh.
Your computer? I still really enjoy the novelty of carrying the laptop to the living room.
Then there are the fire dreams. I'm in a building, never my house, almost always some sort of office, and it's on fire, but the fire is far away in the building and I have a few minutes to pick out some important things to take with me and save from the fire. I can't ever figure out what stuff to take, I stand in the room completely freaking out and totally unable to decide what's important.
Funeral services for Matt Thetford, 39, of Levelland will be 10 a.m., Thursday, Jan. 24, 2008 at First Baptist Church, Levelland, Texas with Rev. Jay Macha, pastor, First Christian Church, Levelland, Texas and Bobby Bell, chaplain, Levelland Fire Department, Levelland, Texas. Burial will be in Whitharral Cemetery under direction of George Price Funeral Home, Levelland, Texas. He died Saturday, Jan. 19, 2008 at Covenant Medical Center, Lubbock, Texas.
Born on March 16, 1968 in San Antonio, Texas, he graduated from Del Rio High School in Del Rio, Texas. He attended South Plains College, Levelland, Texas, and graduated from Texas Tech Health Science Center paramedic school. He attended Texas A & M Fire School at Bryan-College Station, Texas on an annual basis and multiple area fire schools. He married Amy Horne on Nov. 3, 2002 in Las Vegas, Nevada. Matt was preceded in death by a brother, William Ashley Thetford on Feb. 18, 1967.
Survivors include his wife, Amy Thetford, of Levelland, Texas; his parents, C.E. and Margie Thetford of Del Rio, Texas; a daughter, Brooke Renee Thetford of Levelland, Texas; three sons, Matthew Crockett Thetford, Jr., Tyler Wayne Horne and Klayton Taylor Horne, all of Levelland, Texas; two sisters, Jeanie Valentine of Liberty, North Carolina and Julie Hardy of Grand Prairie, Texas.
The family suggests memorials to, Levelland EMS, 809 11th St., Levelland, Texas 79336, The Matthew C. Thetford Fireman's Scholarship Fund, c/o Levelland Fire Department, 502 Ave. F, Levelland, Texas 79336, or to First Christian Church, 311 Clubview Dr. Levelland, Texas 79336.
