Saturday, April 04, 2009

Bear is Moping

We finally have fixed his bark collar so that it is about 90% effective. We thought we'd fixed it before, but his barking has gotten worse with the nicer weather. Finally last night I told the guys that we needed to adjust things again. He was on my lap and went into a barking fit. I held him and pressed on the collar and he really yelped mid-bark.

"He needs to have some hair on his neck cut," I told them. "Someone that doesn't love him as much as me needs to do it. Maybe Dad."

I'm always teasing Mensa Boy about how he doesn't kiss the dog like the rest of us do.

Today I got a text while in yoga. "The bark collar is finally working!" Taylor said.

"Yay! what did you do?" I asked.

"Tightened it two notches and Dad shaved his chin like you said," he replied.

He's been pretty quiet now. A minute ago he ran to the door barking quietly when the ice cream truck came, but then cut himself off with a shriek.

Poor him. But good for us!

Monday, March 30, 2009!

Yesterday morning Mensa Boy was still sleeping at 9 a.m. Since he's usually on the way out the door to Sunday School by then, I figured he must still be too sick. He's had a terrible cold since he got back from Uruguay.

"How do you feel?" I asked.

"Somewhat better, I think" he said.

"Do you feel like bacon?" I asked.

"Do we have any?" he asked.

"No. But IHop does," I replied.

And so we hatched a plan to go to the church of the almighty pancake instead of the little Methodist church down the road. We got the guys up, called Erin to wake her up, and drove to IHop, taking care to go out the back way so we wouldn't go past the little Methodist church.

We arrived home a little while later to a message on our answering machine from my bff Cassie. "Hey. Missed you guys at church. Hope [Mensa Boy's] ok. We prayed for him because Harold said he was real sick."


On a related note, I called Cassie the other day and told her that Harold and the church were getting a little bit personal with the church sign on the highway. On the back side? The side you can hardly see because of the tall Leland Cypresses? It says "Go to church weekly, not weakly."

At least he didn't put my NAME up there...

Sunday, March 29, 2009


Originally uploaded by Food Fanatic
These are the socks my mom made. Just for me!
Thank you Mom!

My Mom Built Me Some Socks!

This morning I went out to walk the dog and get the paper and realized I had not checked the mail yesterday. Inside the mailbox was a little package for me from my mom.

A pair of gray, hand-knit socks tumbled out of the package. A rather professional-looking job, if I do say so myself. I'll add a photo when the sun comes up.