tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34084201735022828052024-03-04T23:59:11.989-08:00Great Scotts!The Next Dave Barryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793900351610450299noreply@blogger.comBlogger63125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408420173502282805.post-43370824930961767672016-11-29T09:36:00.001-08:002016-11-29T09:36:45.799-08:00It's been waaaaaay to long....The last time all the kids were together was a year ago for Christmas! Can't believe how time flies and how much they've grown
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We attended our first BYU game (and it was exciting and involved much screaming when we won in the final seconds with a field goal)
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Recently we went on a campout with our ward - it was a little chilly but fun.
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The Next Dave Barryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793900351610450299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408420173502282805.post-68666951539510957512011-09-06T16:15:00.000-07:002011-09-06T16:27:32.674-07:00Higher EducationI have a daughter in high school now. So far she seems to be doing fine and managing well. Except, I got a phone call today from one of her teachers. The teacher rambled on for a bit and said things like "Megan just doesn't seem to be very organized and seems kind of out in left field. Really she has horrible organization. And at the end of class when everyone else was leaving she got up to sharpen her pencil and when I asked her what she was doing she just gave me a blank stare and mumbled something. I just wondered if maybe she should be taking some medication. I wouldn't know because I don't have access to that kind of information so I thought I'd call you to find out what the story is."<br /><br />It's been two hours since that interesting phone call and I think I'm sort of still in a state of shock. Medication? Really?The Next Dave Barryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793900351610450299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408420173502282805.post-14093118847550928302011-05-16T09:43:00.000-07:002011-05-16T09:48:53.709-07:00You say Poe-tay-toe, I sa Puh-Tah-toe......Last night Jason climbed into bed around 1 AM and asked if I knew how to spell "sleight of hand". I mumbled "s-l-e-i-g-h-t" and after a second of disappointed silence he said "how did you get so smart?"<br /><br />He should have asked me how to spell prestidigitation and legerdemain (synonyms for sleight of hand). In my semi-comatose state I might have missed one of those.The Next Dave Barryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793900351610450299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408420173502282805.post-79712808895863313112011-05-10T10:26:00.000-07:002011-05-10T11:14:12.790-07:00Typical week at the Scotts house.....This is what happens in a typical week at our house:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIwpqUF4CZTtf4WxEJtieNnEj86WibVAch4-bJoYhHhl69AZJavWtVcv11vyZKSlnLhzv6Rcc2qUzfxd-LPgvzgPbUcZ25cySMWL1KpKZWdwY-IaXGaJ3AS2NPtKe4bYjnZS7X5tkgDpFw/s1600/dogpile.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIwpqUF4CZTtf4WxEJtieNnEj86WibVAch4-bJoYhHhl69AZJavWtVcv11vyZKSlnLhzv6Rcc2qUzfxd-LPgvzgPbUcZ25cySMWL1KpKZWdwY-IaXGaJ3AS2NPtKe4bYjnZS7X5tkgDpFw/s200/dogpile.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605152129256249890" /></a><br /><br />The boys (and sometimes the teenager) wrestle.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDjwyzzgDwOttKuye9TqUEAg58d3xyvyg1dCU3fXd9wfxwSeotP6Fzx3lXOcWGb80Fmfi6aM0RYcNIM8MbkX21P3BW19w28OuNL0SeaLvVlMHe5eaGNKnwhZi0aVzdyE7Scl1znH3V_oUR/s1600/choir.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDjwyzzgDwOttKuye9TqUEAg58d3xyvyg1dCU3fXd9wfxwSeotP6Fzx3lXOcWGb80Fmfi6aM0RYcNIM8MbkX21P3BW19w28OuNL0SeaLvVlMHe5eaGNKnwhZi0aVzdyE7Scl1znH3V_oUR/s200/choir.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605145613690449970" /></a><br /><br />Megan has a concert (choir or orchestra, take your pick!)<br /><br /><br />Mom drives all over the place on various errands and takes pictures of stuff she thinks is "eye catching" through the car window. (this one was snapped on the way to the bike shop to fix a flat tire because EVERY plant in Arizona has thorns).<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSIEEdVRZRCRelO-kgiBmBc7parC3qGiwCUWXySVE8ask7tPLD2JQ6eV84j9tELjnEJBCDS7HeOVMEK1A9oRc_SvjnZoe3kJgAhfuvPqsTCZMS-bQJlRlDw509sOwlW_GVn0H6VrFvkixV/s1600/sculpture.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSIEEdVRZRCRelO-kgiBmBc7parC3qGiwCUWXySVE8ask7tPLD2JQ6eV84j9tELjnEJBCDS7HeOVMEK1A9oRc_SvjnZoe3kJgAhfuvPqsTCZMS-bQJlRlDw509sOwlW_GVn0H6VrFvkixV/s200/sculpture.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605143732727442658" /></a><br /><br /><br />The boys drag themselves out of bed and try to sleep on the couch until it’s time for the bus to come. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEHE7YYiD3uBu-4edS3e2W2utjOlLof0_WK9jnPDZmvNvahLYOWsvvexztuhpkYcrc2pLl9mIxLT2ntQnvF2Wik_EUtGjCgIXp_vhC2XnsTa_SBeOlsD0XpqJBmeY3kdxiv0VMnydZURyf/s1600/anthonysleep.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEHE7YYiD3uBu-4edS3e2W2utjOlLof0_WK9jnPDZmvNvahLYOWsvvexztuhpkYcrc2pLl9mIxLT2ntQnvF2Wik_EUtGjCgIXp_vhC2XnsTa_SBeOlsD0XpqJBmeY3kdxiv0VMnydZURyf/s200/anthonysleep.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605142700696215970" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi056xjf4E371uhcOShCKuZBatxOQhneYWN2XjoI5Bobjz-zqiyWWnAbIPQGpo_lIUjUP2yGrutkvdMCxfAsn8y-o2LGc0X3VcG_aQVDqzzX5VaeTU0Hh15BaJlMZ0Fgi9KTD7xfdyAixyN/s1600/zach.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi056xjf4E371uhcOShCKuZBatxOQhneYWN2XjoI5Bobjz-zqiyWWnAbIPQGpo_lIUjUP2yGrutkvdMCxfAsn8y-o2LGc0X3VcG_aQVDqzzX5VaeTU0Hh15BaJlMZ0Fgi9KTD7xfdyAixyN/s200/zach.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605144678067626354" /></a><br /><br />Zach comes to stay with us for a bit. (this time we went to see him get his Eagle!)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX8ixxCnOuf7Y5GmL0DW7clM16eE8OhAIX4K-W4OZj_8PLWkUGF-2_Ou4K-94gPW1e4Q9f_nViIyyPRPDi0NkBi_ecC3MuMMAhQBCCc0PYxwPXEZ1BY3HpeBeXAOPawl17y6FwBmlv4LIy/s1600/scouts.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX8ixxCnOuf7Y5GmL0DW7clM16eE8OhAIX4K-W4OZj_8PLWkUGF-2_Ou4K-94gPW1e4Q9f_nViIyyPRPDi0NkBi_ecC3MuMMAhQBCCc0PYxwPXEZ1BY3HpeBeXAOPawl17y6FwBmlv4LIy/s200/scouts.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605144603658906962" /></a><br /><br />Mom and the teenager try on clothes and mom buys the teenager a new shirt.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1EkMgsGY57g5U0cUssEf_wISY_mIsyk1NJgI1TRm0BqtRiguaL3Nfmdk9lCV1wzoTerxH0p0jq1eoJYKlcs-LCXbmki0MXmfrhoJ5exO1rlgn7XHbMGq4Idm6PtwAa5hrcuh2QQGLIvxR/s1600/clothes.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1EkMgsGY57g5U0cUssEf_wISY_mIsyk1NJgI1TRm0BqtRiguaL3Nfmdk9lCV1wzoTerxH0p0jq1eoJYKlcs-LCXbmki0MXmfrhoJ5exO1rlgn7XHbMGq4Idm6PtwAa5hrcuh2QQGLIvxR/s200/clothes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605145915753545522" /></a><br /><br />The boys get dirty building sand castles and want me to take pictures of it (in the dark). Then they fight me about taking a shower. They love their dirt.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaaRnGBdDbDx4Pz884b3mu2AtDB_0jf9Hl0XMWOazBtxiG8W6tGTbLeEE2QouWqFfLqOZx3PDSomrX8_QPkx2M4InceGAzP-5USD1i5jVCZu6UtrxjNc_nm3wXTMtOPkityi2XO75J-mxB/s1600/dirt.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaaRnGBdDbDx4Pz884b3mu2AtDB_0jf9Hl0XMWOazBtxiG8W6tGTbLeEE2QouWqFfLqOZx3PDSomrX8_QPkx2M4InceGAzP-5USD1i5jVCZu6UtrxjNc_nm3wXTMtOPkityi2XO75J-mxB/s200/dirt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605150980274970338" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyczfP9APbGbQZeMXyR19Pq5JIxHojZAft1LTzVTOUNMiXj1R4otVbpQddm-Xv7IjD1nt2OxxsM6ziIljy658bCYvhnncLDKzIo7UJq9rBQeMFO1jTdZsPxIgn9vA7Euq9052bKu-HX15z/s1600/fort.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyczfP9APbGbQZeMXyR19Pq5JIxHojZAft1LTzVTOUNMiXj1R4otVbpQddm-Xv7IjD1nt2OxxsM6ziIljy658bCYvhnncLDKzIo7UJq9rBQeMFO1jTdZsPxIgn9vA7Euq9052bKu-HX15z/s200/fort.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605151620661624482" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The boys build something with all the chairs, towels, sheets, and pillows (and then ask if we can leave it for several days).The Next Dave Barryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793900351610450299noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408420173502282805.post-39736546175977770112011-04-27T10:46:00.001-07:002011-04-27T11:14:17.006-07:00epithets.....who knew?So you've heard the phrase "dirty old man". I knew that the "dirty" part is an epithet. I don't actually remember learning the definition of epithet but if anyone had asked I would have said it was a slur against someone. ie...two-faced.<br /><br />However, did you know that "Alexander the Great" is also an epithet? <br /><br />Turns out an epithet is just a word that is used to describe someone or something and can clearly be either positive or negative. <br /><br />Couple of rules: it is always a metaphor (never a simile) and ancient epic poetry (think Homer) is full of epithets. <br /><br />It can even be a stand alone comment: ie...."Swine" (Miss Hannigan to Mr Warbucks -- this could've been a "who said it?") <br /><br />It's going to take me a while to get used to the idea that calling someone a "peacemaker" is indeed an epithet.The Next Dave Barryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793900351610450299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408420173502282805.post-58859495928329121322011-04-26T16:47:00.000-07:002011-04-28T15:28:51.516-07:00Who said it #23"I'm just kiddin'. She jus' likes me for my body."The Next Dave Barryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793900351610450299noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408420173502282805.post-5188415224539120952011-04-20T11:32:00.000-07:002011-04-20T12:37:15.905-07:00Who said it #22For my Who said it post this week I'm going to do a series of quotes. Every time this Father and Son interact it makes me laugh. <br /><br />Son: I'm sorry, Father, but the truth is, this is not my day for talking seriously. <br />Father: Well, what do you mean, sir? <br />Son: I mean that I only talk seriously on the first Tuesday of every month. Between noon and three. <br /><br />Father: What are you doing here, sir? Wasting your time, as usual? <br />Son: My dear father, when one pays a visit, it is for the purpose of wasting other people's time and not one's own. <br /><br />Father: I don't know how you stand society. A lot of d%#*d nobodies talking about nothing. <br />Son: I love talking about nothing, Father. It's the only thing I know anything about. <br /><br />Son: There's somebody I want you to talk to. <br />Father: What about? <br />Son: About me, sir. <br />Father: Not a subject on which much eloquence is possible<br /><br />Father: Married yet? <br />Son: Ask me again in half an hour<br /><br />Son: (to a statue) It is a great nuisance. I can't find anyone else to talk to. I'm so full of interesting information, I feel like the latest edition of something or other. Well, after some consideration... so much to do, there's only one thing to be done. There comes a time in every son's life when he must, indeed, follow his father's advice: I shall go to bed at once. <br /><br />Point's for naming the movie, characters, or actors<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjagbGS9-h3VvRmwhlVm4byhn3rPf0xf2yRFbvPfuo7IXR4BdsCJ9KufCE3Te1IKJTlCgTempR0BToDh20sX92p9jJ6u7K3vDpuqzrT4geL_M20DgdoL6TqU6dGc4uQdeFQZu_nSeTadwA/s1600/rupert.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 165px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjagbGS9-h3VvRmwhlVm4byhn3rPf0xf2yRFbvPfuo7IXR4BdsCJ9KufCE3Te1IKJTlCgTempR0BToDh20sX92p9jJ6u7K3vDpuqzrT4geL_M20DgdoL6TqU6dGc4uQdeFQZu_nSeTadwA/s200/rupert.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597752060707006050" /></a>The Next Dave Barryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793900351610450299noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408420173502282805.post-16217483524942197882011-04-20T09:16:00.000-07:002011-04-20T09:29:41.694-07:00i'm blue da ba dee da ba die...yo listen up here's a story<br /> about a little guy that lives in a blue world<br /> and all day and all night and everything he sees<br /> is just blue like his shirt and flip flops<br /> blue his eyes with a blue pair of glasses<br /> and a blue bike<br /> and everything is blue for him and hisself<br /> and everybody around<br /> <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgauI8HIjP9DohdmI6ikNZZi352qH_z0i5ODJ_I84iDCelNzdmbByrSMJ6AwNUXpQWwGluXYdw5YO58p6Tc9rFis7hknItGhHaMaiysMTo44NpkUXtnnwpGfQEubGLKosJ62pzHVIjWdi5_/s1600/andrew.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgauI8HIjP9DohdmI6ikNZZi352qH_z0i5ODJ_I84iDCelNzdmbByrSMJ6AwNUXpQWwGluXYdw5YO58p6Tc9rFis7hknItGhHaMaiysMTo44NpkUXtnnwpGfQEubGLKosJ62pzHVIjWdi5_/s320/andrew.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597701673900203922" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />The boys love singing this song and watching the video on you tube. Yesterday I noticed how much blue Andrew had on and starting singing the song to him. He pointed out that he has a blue bike too and then refused to stand still for a picture!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMa8E9kJ4VlCzte3ErWus3iX6I6jy2DjtwO_G1QwC36p5UbkR6l4dSGBnjZVQFCrNH62nZyT09L8sVFUV56K1WUeTNZXAaVgYABIT-ZT2YYiHQ69ZQEhxRfnY5KzZ4ojAD5Phe0_ZYHtMA/s1600/andrew2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMa8E9kJ4VlCzte3ErWus3iX6I6jy2DjtwO_G1QwC36p5UbkR6l4dSGBnjZVQFCrNH62nZyT09L8sVFUV56K1WUeTNZXAaVgYABIT-ZT2YYiHQ69ZQEhxRfnY5KzZ4ojAD5Phe0_ZYHtMA/s200/andrew2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597703186495516466" /></a>The Next Dave Barryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793900351610450299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408420173502282805.post-82235902311157026792011-04-11T17:04:00.001-07:002011-04-11T17:04:57.480-07:00Who said it #21"Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine!"The Next Dave Barryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793900351610450299noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408420173502282805.post-34818117821413899082011-04-06T10:59:00.001-07:002011-04-06T10:59:54.664-07:00Who said it #20?"Death comes unexpectedly!"The Next Dave Barryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793900351610450299noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408420173502282805.post-47853591897423747962011-03-28T12:56:00.001-07:002011-03-28T12:56:43.522-07:00Who said it #19"What, you think you're some kind of Jedi,<br />waving your hand around like that? I'm a Toydarian. Mind tricks donnat work on me."The Next Dave Barryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793900351610450299noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408420173502282805.post-34733451986379918882011-03-21T13:56:00.001-07:002011-03-21T13:56:50.974-07:00Who said it #18"Close your mouth Michael, we are not a codfish."The Next Dave Barryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793900351610450299noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408420173502282805.post-57120801537013480752011-02-07T14:55:00.001-08:002011-02-08T08:20:56.826-08:00Who said it #17We've had a request for a hint. So here is the phrase in the context of the conversation. Hopefully this helps. original post "How's my butt?"<br /><br />CLUE:<br /><br />And that’s what I’m trying to tell you. What women are looking over, okay? Pecs and a cute butt.<br /><br />You mean, like, ‘he has the cutest butt’? Where did I hear that recently?<br /><br />Everywhere. You can’t even turn on the news without hearing about how some babe though some guy’s butt was cute. Who the first babe to say this was I don’t know but it caught on. <br /><br /><em><strong>"So, how's my butt?"</strong></em>The Next Dave Barryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793900351610450299noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408420173502282805.post-78928816486047649342011-02-02T08:40:00.000-08:002011-02-02T13:09:02.436-08:00The Phantom of the Opera is There.....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMVM3edFdfJ2mceNrEe8Ojl75q-kqlugq3SeDXyZ1gcXMGWdU2mkYvMIMmyNwOS83VcsoOTjkF5YnKLI8rgs2M5IC6rTVcGiZmo3SXKltWALlldv6MjR9CwyRmK9bgvCGsCMmlZHSAVifn/s1600/phantom.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMVM3edFdfJ2mceNrEe8Ojl75q-kqlugq3SeDXyZ1gcXMGWdU2mkYvMIMmyNwOS83VcsoOTjkF5YnKLI8rgs2M5IC6rTVcGiZmo3SXKltWALlldv6MjR9CwyRmK9bgvCGsCMmlZHSAVifn/s320/phantom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569133292775042578" /></a><br /><br />I was taking a picture of the new gap in his teeth and the light happened to catch him just right so that he looks like the Phantom of the Opera!<br /><br />In other news: I had to bribe him with a dollar just to get him to wear a long sleeved shirt today. I don't know what he has against long sleeves!The Next Dave Barryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793900351610450299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408420173502282805.post-70207133032983205562011-02-01T12:20:00.000-08:002011-02-01T12:24:17.562-08:00Andrew picked Green!So this morning Andrew went in to get his cast! Up 'til now he has just had a splint on. I got to see the metal pins sticking out of his arm. Don't worry...I won't post that picture. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6JuHtKBilNKxp2Uk-Sy2ZtaolCB4IkH9gU3rQLFNHaxTYbuPrx4ghQEzqsDd0-1wDYze0ZljUyntsHmjFf9jHOwTb4s6rEwhKOR1SG2yPy3tYrs_oDBtRVS1wd_LbxAM57EjQKXqPZmxr/s1600/mummy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6JuHtKBilNKxp2Uk-Sy2ZtaolCB4IkH9gU3rQLFNHaxTYbuPrx4ghQEzqsDd0-1wDYze0ZljUyntsHmjFf9jHOwTb4s6rEwhKOR1SG2yPy3tYrs_oDBtRVS1wd_LbxAM57EjQKXqPZmxr/s320/mummy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568819116410921842" /></a><br />He looks like a mummy in that picture. It's spirit week at school this week. Monday was pajama day and today was Professional Day. He looks very handsome in his tie!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9oRjzd4rHuQ897sjwpUIU5qBNBQR-S-NydfLhYZNBB7j0z6Lq5aoYBX_zgE9q7VS1rFVp7O1Vg-9WuZJMPWuAElyi_3f_jtQln9SUjQUYRRtZyYFTu6izSiOs5YvyyFa7AOHD37p_xhVe/s1600/green+cast.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9oRjzd4rHuQ897sjwpUIU5qBNBQR-S-NydfLhYZNBB7j0z6Lq5aoYBX_zgE9q7VS1rFVp7O1Vg-9WuZJMPWuAElyi_3f_jtQln9SUjQUYRRtZyYFTu6izSiOs5YvyyFa7AOHD37p_xhVe/s320/green+cast.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568819379396179234" /></a>The Next Dave Barryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793900351610450299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408420173502282805.post-39323748963726149022011-01-31T15:02:00.000-08:002011-01-31T15:03:26.974-08:00Who said it #16"I don't want sunbursts or marble halls. I just want YOU!"<br /><br />Let me know if you need a hint......The Next Dave Barryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793900351610450299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408420173502282805.post-77445057428148107862011-01-28T09:36:00.001-08:002011-01-28T09:47:02.877-08:00Pictures from the HospitalAndrew is home from the hospital and it only takes us 5 minutes every day just to put a shirt on! Here are some pics from his stay at the hospital. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnTVwASu7MX4yJk5qDFAGjpMNT5Aqhms3cdfSeyQV5jFH3GYBtS_LLInVjnETBUbtnlczceE7XfsEDfGaIrFYANtWpBgCf_tlbWx0VXRdmR3BPqbBCYm2G1Sm-RJhhyphenhyphen8m7mJSKkqsOmudE/s1600/blocks.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnTVwASu7MX4yJk5qDFAGjpMNT5Aqhms3cdfSeyQV5jFH3GYBtS_LLInVjnETBUbtnlczceE7XfsEDfGaIrFYANtWpBgCf_tlbWx0VXRdmR3BPqbBCYm2G1Sm-RJhhyphenhyphen8m7mJSKkqsOmudE/s320/blocks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567292365995571282" /></a><br /><br />The pediatrics ward had a play area for kids. <br /><br />They also outfitted him with a lojack (which made me think Kojac - I have this weird word association thing going lately - don't know why I thought of a dog from a Stephen King book) and I had to "sign him out" for a walk through the serenity gardens. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2jwV1lfafmqJRLoe2P48zxSsx1uZUiifO9rIq0QEbZVLO8Om6QP0iG2LbUJcbCZQU9vscpmFtucQBvzlM7ZdNpYMpODdapy_JDT0nWDWxTnhqEHzy2sBewZyCUxFDlaF0eEaPd0dhqIvR/s1600/garden.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2jwV1lfafmqJRLoe2P48zxSsx1uZUiifO9rIq0QEbZVLO8Om6QP0iG2LbUJcbCZQU9vscpmFtucQBvzlM7ZdNpYMpODdapy_JDT0nWDWxTnhqEHzy2sBewZyCUxFDlaF0eEaPd0dhqIvR/s320/garden.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567293607214308226" /></a><br /><br />If anyone tries to take a child through the doors of the pediatric ward the lojack shuts everything down and alarms go off. We were looking at a picture on the wall as a lady kept trying to leave. The doors refused to open and we finally figured out that Andrew was standing too close. He wasn't out the door so no alarms were going off, but it had locked the doors down. <br /><br />Of course there appeared to be a glitch in the system the day we were there. Anytime an adult left the alarm went off and they'd have to call security to come turn it off. Talk about crying wolf!<br /><br />We are glad he is home!The Next Dave Barryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793900351610450299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408420173502282805.post-51057706294266932862011-01-25T15:08:00.001-08:002011-01-25T15:08:26.398-08:00Who said it #15Am I going MAD, or did the word "think" escape your lips? You were not hired for your brains, you hippopotamic land mass.The Next Dave Barryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793900351610450299noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408420173502282805.post-44861105857166624582011-01-17T10:29:00.000-08:002011-01-17T10:32:14.122-08:00Who Said It #14Went away? "I dwell in darkness without you" and it *went away*?The Next Dave Barryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793900351610450299noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408420173502282805.post-18415300537890594802010-12-13T15:48:00.000-08:002010-12-13T15:51:37.773-08:00Yes that is a Twinkie<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWlBDHKms1mrLNAXg0eKQ4Z5pOeyBA4iDgTJwQzVhdi0Zd1w5zsV-qIJNdU2QADU11ROlD8ikJxkh_DWKFHMUfArlCXZnxYQuBBAx6PFQidhW6V6wtbEXEALQHIbQ86pT2T7MiHxvUemem/s1600/twinkie.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWlBDHKms1mrLNAXg0eKQ4Z5pOeyBA4iDgTJwQzVhdi0Zd1w5zsV-qIJNdU2QADU11ROlD8ikJxkh_DWKFHMUfArlCXZnxYQuBBAx6PFQidhW6V6wtbEXEALQHIbQ86pT2T7MiHxvUemem/s320/twinkie.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550318751804657778" /></a><br /><br /><br />Sometimes I say things just to be funny and my kids take me completely seriously. <br /><br />I brought home a box of twinkies from the store and the kids asked me what they were for. I told them they were decorations for the Chrsitmas tree. The next thing I know they are hung (evenly--not all in a clump) on the tree and then guarded zealously. <br /><br />"Those are not to eat! They are for the Christmas Tree!"<br /><br />Any suggestions on what I should bring home next?The Next Dave Barryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793900351610450299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408420173502282805.post-44785597254284383502010-11-10T09:09:00.001-08:002010-11-10T09:18:49.593-08:00Happy Birthday Andrew!Andrew turned 8!! We had a family party and plan to have a friend party the day he is baptized.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnR-Qd7l2Cyu4wutDrsClYJqB-7o01xSrHWRkTzlWJb9vGDX5SJTzCxLCY95c-TkyLwkz8EPIGKtOECmqQIc97JqbQOYixi7LQocivbkTYb-BvBK8LrUJ0wfJHQy-ivW0G4p_os7xaLZvJ/s1600/birthday.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnR-Qd7l2Cyu4wutDrsClYJqB-7o01xSrHWRkTzlWJb9vGDX5SJTzCxLCY95c-TkyLwkz8EPIGKtOECmqQIc97JqbQOYixi7LQocivbkTYb-BvBK8LrUJ0wfJHQy-ivW0G4p_os7xaLZvJ/s320/birthday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537969596658426242" /></a><br /><br /><br />There's been a big dirt field across the street since we moved in and now they are building houses there. The boys are always playing in the dirt and now they like to build their own houses with the construction scraps (the house below is for Rocky - their pet rock). But soon the field will be full of houses and they won't be able to play in the dirt anymore. I do cringe everytime I see them just sitting in the dirt. It's so dirty!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirZYSmnK6NA4eR7-34TdqW_6nZZo26kmX4fnRAGdAsGI2OzqapNq6vB7ITfgok9vhFAPnxIsNYuqxsSoFDPuRM7MuLjqrPz2yKv7-XSaJ1gtJsR2A5me-FOab0wzA0I8ZwTmR6a7P9GI00/s1600/in+the+dirt.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirZYSmnK6NA4eR7-34TdqW_6nZZo26kmX4fnRAGdAsGI2OzqapNq6vB7ITfgok9vhFAPnxIsNYuqxsSoFDPuRM7MuLjqrPz2yKv7-XSaJ1gtJsR2A5me-FOab0wzA0I8ZwTmR6a7P9GI00/s320/in+the+dirt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537969599176126642" /></a><br /><br />One of the fun things about being 8 is that Andrew gets to go to cub scouts. He loves it! The other day I brought him home after cub scouts and had to run to the store. I watched him walking towards the door and then he stopped and came back. <br /><br />"what are you doing?" he asked.<br />"I'm watching to make sure you get inside safely."<br />"oh" He turned around and walked back to the door and then dramatically fell to the ground as if he was dying. Then he giggled and got up and waved goodbye. I got one of those endorphin rushes I sometimes get when my kids do something tooooo cute. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAHNQHdHE5fVro4KqaGn5UMH3f5J4Xawjea9bhKzKrPdkndqusC-S0doWdTdsvFzpHlJ1TpKl584dBLrzisqTdB-FGrOs4AIO5z5tz3WMnF6d232jzfeicm5iTynxwihG1NqcHs3Aq7Geg/s1600/cubscout.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAHNQHdHE5fVro4KqaGn5UMH3f5J4Xawjea9bhKzKrPdkndqusC-S0doWdTdsvFzpHlJ1TpKl584dBLrzisqTdB-FGrOs4AIO5z5tz3WMnF6d232jzfeicm5iTynxwihG1NqcHs3Aq7Geg/s320/cubscout.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537969609026291666" /></a>The Next Dave Barryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793900351610450299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408420173502282805.post-57857533154008915142010-11-10T08:51:00.000-08:002010-11-10T09:05:12.846-08:00Some dad's answer the door with a shotgun....Megan and her friend Kristy like to go to the mall and try on clothes and perfumes. It takes them about 2 hours to get ready just to spend an hour at the mall. A few weekends ago I dropped them off and as I was driving away I had what I thought was a random thought about the girls talking to strangers. <br /><br />As soon as I got home I texted Megan and reminded her not to talk to any strangers - and by strangers i meant anyone I hadn't met. <br /><br />About two mintues later my phone rang. I guess the teenagers call this "butt dialing". I could hear them ordering food at dairy queen and then......I heard a male voice talking to them. <br /><br />Good thing I live 3.7 minutes from the mall. I didn't hang up as I drove over to the mall and headed for dairy queen. (Your heart is no doubt racing about now and you are thinking that they were in danger). Turns out it was a 15 year old boy that was friends with Kristy and he is the number one chess player in the state. He shook my hand and offered to leave after I explained that Megan was too young to be hanging out with boys. I told him he didn't have to leave, I would just hang out with them as their chaperone. I texted Jason to let him know what was going on and he wanted to come chaperone too. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikNuCdKplyqyRUNI1NDyQ3KnrYNUd1BqqPliWlufOKXy9jVqd8YCr9MI8IlDxe0JtA2rwf4pE-NOnrt4SB9lOAEIw09l5rFfldmPVg7GavM7SmgUb9Kd8lbrZZ8XK7w9dSgajeOrtoYwYk/s1600/scoutdate.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikNuCdKplyqyRUNI1NDyQ3KnrYNUd1BqqPliWlufOKXy9jVqd8YCr9MI8IlDxe0JtA2rwf4pE-NOnrt4SB9lOAEIw09l5rFfldmPVg7GavM7SmgUb9Kd8lbrZZ8XK7w9dSgajeOrtoYwYk/s320/scoutdate.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537967830608575906" /></a><br /><br />What you can't see is that he is wearing his FULL scout uniform. That includes the scout shorts and the scout socks (pulled up to his knees). He even brought a patch for this young man.The Next Dave Barryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793900351610450299noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408420173502282805.post-1751350743272008612010-10-19T16:21:00.000-07:002010-10-19T16:24:09.810-07:00Well that's just LOUSY<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMY0wiPVStCmsjdj4GcI5TG2npNUwzz5KK1pCNRBNXWsWNhPWaRCAj3gGuEgCfe18w5iX_6AtSB_B3BXXJkSPi0EhnHdfwdvx9wGyOtb46hu0dYbw6z-r2ZQhaCU99WGWEEjuR25UJWgwD/s1600/lousy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMY0wiPVStCmsjdj4GcI5TG2npNUwzz5KK1pCNRBNXWsWNhPWaRCAj3gGuEgCfe18w5iX_6AtSB_B3BXXJkSPi0EhnHdfwdvx9wGyOtb46hu0dYbw6z-r2ZQhaCU99WGWEEjuR25UJWgwD/s320/lousy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529901995000396018" /></a><br />So we've had a lice scare. I wasn't too worried about the boys (We can just shave their heads after all). However, Megan and I aren't quite ready to go that far. So after reading about the pesticides used to kill lice we went for the natural method. (Keep in mind I didn't see any in any of the heads I looked through - but better safe than sorry). <br /><br />We doused our hair with olive oil (slept on it for eight hours) and then washed it out with Tee Tree Oil shampoo. It was fun the first time. We are supposed to do it every three to four days for two weeks though. Something tells me it won't be quite as fun by the third time we do it.The Next Dave Barryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793900351610450299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408420173502282805.post-75688443524979079832010-10-19T16:13:00.001-07:002010-10-19T16:20:49.945-07:00The trees don't change in Arizona<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH9Y7d8yFOrdGKadQW2uen7cq5rZinOQlsh9tFzQWZYjCl6fXdaIcK95aCN5qTyZaOH-VfII1XS3PwdtZGE1kCUYtpcK-B1gTlI9LLgIsidGIW5pn_EjEkdcYB8Qx-y4klCmKGIFDaaybo/s1600/tree.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH9Y7d8yFOrdGKadQW2uen7cq5rZinOQlsh9tFzQWZYjCl6fXdaIcK95aCN5qTyZaOH-VfII1XS3PwdtZGE1kCUYtpcK-B1gTlI9LLgIsidGIW5pn_EjEkdcYB8Qx-y4klCmKGIFDaaybo/s320/tree.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529901129987213890" /></a><br />We went up to Utah this weekend and took the kids on a drive in the Canyon. They had no idea the trees change color. This picture just doesn't do justice to the Gold of these trees.The Next Dave Barryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793900351610450299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408420173502282805.post-89484809269943626782010-10-12T09:39:00.000-07:002010-10-12T09:40:30.433-07:00Overheard....Andrew: What did you do with my human book?<br />Zac: What's a human book?<br />Andrew: That! (pointing to the green book I'm holding)<br />Zac: That's a Hymn Book.The Next Dave Barryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07793900351610450299noreply@blogger.com0