Thursday, March 31, 2005

Go fly a kite

Ever been told to go fly a kite? Welllll, I wasn't told to, but I went tonight. Today was a pretty day, and it was a little windy, so Jeff decided to put a kite together that he has had for years. It is an Airplane kite, pretty big, it took up my entire back seat in my car. So we all went to the park and flew a kite. The girls got bored pretty quickly with it and went to play on the playground equipment. But Conor, Jeff and I had a lot of fun flying the kite. The plane has streamers and a twirly thingy on the back of it and it soared! It would climb very high, then swirl down, catch the wind right and climb back up again. The streamer and twirler contributed to making the kite sound a lot like a powered plane. It took several nose-dives and crashed to the ground. Conor would run to the plane and help to pick it up and get it back off the ground. He loved it. It was a very good experience to make my stress level from work decrease greatly. As the sky grew darker, it began getting cold. And Conor decided he wanted to go home. So we all packed up and came home. So the next time someone tells you to go fly a kite, respond to them "I just might do that". :) Have a great evening!

Embarassing Moment turned Inside Joke

Ever have one of those moments when you call someone by the wrong name? Well, we have a UPS guy who has been picking up our packages every day for at least the past 5 years that I have been employed there. After about a year (all the time talking to him almost every day), I left a note for him on the packages up front because I didn't want to miss him and I had a question or something, I don't remember why. Well, on the note, I wrote "Steve, please see me before you take these packages" or something to that effect. Well, he brought the note back to me and asked - "Is this note for me? Because my name is not Steve, it's Dave." Talk about wanting to crawl under a rock!! But being the great guy that he is, he took it all in stride, laughed about it, and to this day we still call him Stevie. Stevie Brown to be exact, because of the brown UPS uniform he wears. We have never called him "Dave" since the incident. Whenever he is on vacation or is out sick, we ask his replacement "Where's Stevie?" Not even thinking about the fact that it is not his real name, because to us it is his name. And they are always confused... Who is Stevie? Is always the response. We use UPS as much as possible because "Stevie Brown" is wonderful!

Wednesday, March 30, 2005

One of those days

Well, I guess I am not a very good blogger. I posted one day, with the "encouragement" of my boyfriend (he basically forced me to do it), and haven't done anything on here since. He blogs every day. He also offers to do mine for me. So what good would it be for me to have a blog if he was the one doing it? Where is the logic? You gotta wonder. hee hee

Today I am a bit bored, so I thought I would give it a shot. I got busted. Almost as soon as I started to write, he came over and was soooo excited that I was finally blogging, that he immediately offered all sorts of help. Because he knows how to put videos on his blog, change font (ok I went for that one because I like Comic Sans), change font colors, play music, all sorts of cool things. His blog is pretty cool, I do have to admit. But I don't want to mess with all that right now. So I told him if he was going to bug me about it, I wasn't going to do it. So he went back to his own computer and is leaving me be to type. Better for him to read it on my blog than over my shoulder. I don't like people reading over my shoulder, I prefer to let them see the finished product! :)

Aaannny way... I was wanting to write more than this, but one of my favorite shows (Alias) is coming on, so I have to go!! I will try to write more later tonight or possibly tomorrow. :)

Sunday, March 13, 2005

Cheesy Grin

Cheesy Grin

This is my baby, smiling for the camera. Cute, isn't he? You can barely make out our new puppy in the back of him on the couch. His name is Teddy. Or, er, Pocoloco - as some other person likes to call him. But he looks like a teddy bear, so I think Teddy fits him. Could you imagine if he got distracted by another animal or a person or a butterfly or something and went off down the road? I don't want to go around the neighborhood yelling out "Pocoloco". It just doesn't sound good. So I continue to call him Teddy, the name given to him by the rescue shelter where we found him. Conor (the cheesy smile guy) just calls him "Pups". I kinda like that, too.


Here is a closer view of Teddy.