27 February 2007


I think balloons are so awesome. Boog and I were given one as a gift about two weeks ago, and it's still floating. TWO WEEKS! It's a balloon inside a balloon. That must be the trick.

Anyway, here's yet another use for it. Head-bonking for the amusement of one's child. Observe:

Sundance and Scooters

I never thought I'd be joining the throngs of American Idol addicts, but it has finally roped me in. I watched two of the "audition episodes" and laughed so hard that I cried. And that does not happen enough in my life. The laughing/crying thing. I love to laugh - it's a great release and cure-all for the blues.

So anyway. American Idol. Yes. I'm watching it. And tonight? If I would spend money on a phone call to vote? I would vote for Sundance. I have a total soft spot for Mustang Sally. I have ever since I saw "The Commitments" in the theater back in the 80s. 90s? Well, it was a long-ass time ago. Sundance was awesome. And he almost lost it during the dedication to his son, talking about how the little dude has started smiling and he's missing it. Broke my heart, it did! Awwww.

On another subject altogether: Blogger has these subtle bits of humor sprinkled about its little world. You know how you can label each of your posts to categorize them? Like mine are Boog, hubby, NaBloPoMo, pouting, etc. It makes me giggle that the helpful Blogger examples for "Labels for this Post" are scooters, vacation, and fall. ....Um, scooters?????

18 February 2007

Blast from the Past

Remember this trick?

Good times.

Sunday Funnies (funny to me only)

Me: I can't believe it's 7:30 and the Boog is still sleeping.

Rob: Me too! I think I'm gonna get up and go watch "This Week" now.

Me: "This Week with George Snuffelluppagus"?

Rob: Yes, Eva. That.

16 February 2007

Week of Longness

Rob has been out of town since Tuesday night. He had training in Provo, Utah, otherwise known as Sin City. Ha! Ha! Oh dear, my wit is just too much.

Anyhoo, it's been a long week, to say the least. Valentine's Day began with a delivery of rosey roses!


I was about to chronicle my every activity for the week when I realized that NOBODY CARES. To make it short, Boog had a cold, I got sick yesterday, my Mom came over and took the Boog out for a couple hours to let me nap, shower and eat without having to attend to His Royal Highness and His Royal Needs. Moms seem to know just what to do.

Here's mine with her grand-Boog:

He totally made her day when she came over. He sees her come in the door, squeals with delight and holds up his fat arms to indicate he'd like her to pick him up. Wrapped around his little finger, she is.

Well, Rob is due home in a couple hours and I can't wait. I miss him terribly. You know how something cool happens, or when you see something on TV or remember something funny that you want to share with your best friend? I have like 100 things to tell him about.

11 February 2007

Alice Marie

We spent the weekend in Phoenix, becoming the Godparents to our newest niece, Alice Marie:

She is such a sweet little thing. It's true what "they" say about forgetting how tiny those newborns really are. She is TINY. And yet, so was the Boog when he was 4 weeks old. Alice is wearing the family Christening gown, which is making its tenth appearance in 40 years. My mother-in-law embroiders each baby's name and baptism date into the slip. And she has a framed collection of photos of each baby wearing the gown, along with a typed strip with their name and date on it. I love traditions.

And it sure was nice to hold such a tiny little human in my arms again:

The Boog thought that the ribbons on her gown were just dandy:

And it was so nice to see my sister-in-law and her family again. We haven't seen them since Thanksgiving, as she was too pregnant to travel after that, and we were too busy moving south. The Boog and his cousins were busy entertaining each other constantly, which makes for peaceful nights of uninterrupted sleep. Woo hoo!

02 February 2007

Tears of laughter

It's all because of this site. Man, does that site make me laugh. And laugh and laugh. I have poured over the content of this site in the past, and then forgotten about it because I didn't bookmark it, and then was reminded of its existence again when perusing Sari's list of favorites.

Hi Sari! Looks like we have something in common! And EEK! I can't wait!:

This totally bugs

Friday nights at Rob and Eva's consists of the following:

(a) "Taco Friday"
(b) Putting the Boog to bed, and
(c) Settling in for a night of television viewing pleasure.

"Taco Friday" is our weekly tradition of partaking in the joy that is tacos. Rob even has a "Taco Shirt", which at the moment is "Taco Shirt II - Electric Boogaloo", since the first one was so hideous and nasty that he took pity on his wife and threw it out. Taco shirts are basically a bib with sleeves for sloppy eaters that catches all the crumbs that fall from said tacos when shoving them into one's mouth too quickly. An aside: Why is it that men cannot eat at a civilized pace? Why??? Then again, I take like an hour to finish a scoop of ice cream, so I guess Rob is the yin to my yang.

The Boog missed his afternoon nap since we were running errands, so he was out like a light by 7:30 - sweet.

I l-o-v-e LOVE watching Monk and Psych on Fridays. I was hooked on Monk a couple years back when I caught an encore episode on a Sunday afternoon where Monk subs as a baseball umpire. He stops the game to sweep dirt off of home plate and then the game comes to a grinding halt as he "details" home plate with spray-cleanser and wipes. I was in hysterics.

Okay, confession time: We are a non-TiVo family. No DVR or whatever either. We watch shows as they are aired, commercials and all. I usually have one finger on the mute button to avoid the annoying leap in volume when the sponsors have their say. If I'm distracted by my laptop, I'll miss the moment of opportunity and we end up watching the ads.

What does any of this have to do with my post's title, you ask? Okay: Is it just me, or are the Dr. Scholl's commercials THE MOST ANNOYING CRIMES AGAINST MARKETING THAT EVER VIOLATED THE SANCTITY OF TV? You know the ones: "Are you gellin'?" And then the bland actors, who are always in bland group settings, all say stuff that rhymes with "gellin'". Hey! Like Sasha's Rhyme Game! But in a totally uninteresting way that besmirches Sasha's good name. And, as if the first of this ad campaign series wasn't enough, they have built on that idea and kept it going, churning out more rhymes that make me want to dig out my eardrums with an icepick.



Hence the title of this post.