Cathy in the Wright

Du, Du, Du, Lookin' Down My Dirt Road

In spite of The Crazyweiler's best efforts to cripple me, the day turned out to be quite beautiful. Perfect weather. The Governor and I went out for a stroll and took this snapshot of our dirt road.

And here is the brainless pheasant rooster we almost ran over with the stroller. There is a whole flock of them that gather around the end of our drive, and more than once I've had to get out of the car and chase them out of the way. Too stupid to save their own skins. The hawks and eagles out here must gorging themselves.

This guy is from the batch we pen-raised. Handsome, isn't he? And he'd look even better on a bed of wild rice with some steamed vegetables on the side. Mmmmm.

Do I Hear Three Dollars?

Ugh. If I pass out while typing, and you see a string of nonsense on the screen...somebody call a doctor.

I was reaching under the crib to retrieve a pacifier, when The Crazyweiler decided it was time to snuggle. His idea of snuggling is to play storm the castle. He charged the castle gate (my ribs) with the battering ram (his oversized melon head).

I think I may have cracked a bone or two. And this is an improvement over the way the morning started.

The Governor is cutting a molar. We were up frequently last night so he could vocalize about just how uncomfortable this process is. And hey - NOTE TO NEW OR FUTURE PARENTS: There is a direct relationship between the volume of your child's screams, the hour of the morning, and how much protective wrap surrounds your new bottle of Children's Tylenol^TM. Pretty soon these d*mn bottles are going to come welded shut in a steel box.

Since we are all pretty tired and crabby here at The Outpost, we will not be going to the nursing home today. We plan on laying around the house, taking naps, and putting The Crazyweiler up for bid on eBay.

Do I hear three dollars? Two? Two? One?

Terpsboy?

I can't believe Rodger hasn't made a post out of this story yet. Maryland is making cheerleading a varsity sport to help comply with Title IX requirements.

You just know Rodge would have an awesome photo to go with it.

Oh, To Be 23 Again...

What a fantastic Sunday. Played a soccer game this morning and our team won. And I only had to play half the game in the net. Once again, teammate Joe bit the bullet for the second half. Beautiful weather, but the temperature could have been a bit warmer. Will have to bone up on my sacrifices to the weather gods. Aelfheld? Any suggestions?

Later in the afternoon, my pick-up league had a game. Our side didn't fare so well in the first half, but we came back in the second half and put a few in the net. After the game, I heard one guy from the other team saying, "...and I thought you guys were going to kick our butts because you had Cory and Patrick and Cathy and a lot of the better players."

Cool! And if that didn't inflate my ego enough, I stopped at the grocery store after the game, and the butcher said, "And what can I do for you, Miss?" Tee hee hee. He called me Miss.

Drove home feeling like a high school All-American athlete rather than the starting-to-find-the-gray-hairs-worn-out-mother-of-two that I really am.

Most Flattered

Whenever I add someone to my Blog Roll, I do so without the expectation that the person will reciprocate. Goes against my upbringing...sort of like inviting yourself over for dinner.

When I do find "Cathy in the Wright" on someone else's blog roll...I'm giddy pleased. I've found The Outpost surfacing in a couple of new places this week.

Thank you Mitch Berg and Ryan Rhodes! It's a huge honor.

Exceptional Blather

Ahhh. Beautiful silence around here. The Governor is taking a nap, and The VP and The Senator headed out in the truck to go do "man" chores. It thrills The Senator no small amount to get to go do things with Dad...especially things that The Governor can't.

Not much time to write yesterday. The Senator and I had dental appointments in the morning. After his turn in the chair, I sat down, and The Senator came and stood by my side and coached me through the cleaning.

You're doing great, Mom!
Open wider, Mom.
You can't go to the treasure chest and pick out a toy unless you sit still, Mom.

The Governor continues to increase his vocabulary. We've heard a couple of two and three word sentences also. His latest, "I bwoke it." (What? You broke something? Not you, Gov!)

I also brought the boys into work on Friday, and one of my co-workers who reads this blog looked at The Gov and said, "I don't see any horns on his head."

That's because The VP ground them off with a DeWalt 402 so he won't poke his brother's eyes out.

This is shaping up to be a busy weekend. This afternoon we're heading out to a birthday party, and tomorrow is all soccer, all day. I will be sacrificing small animals to the weather gods again tonight for some warmer temperatures. I almost got my sacrifices in last night, but the skunks cleared the road before I hit them with the car.

Calling Dr. Kevorkian...

I think if I have to read My First Truck Board Book (DK Publishing) one more time I may try to eat my own head.

Imagine reading your grocery list over and over and over....

We've got about two hundred toddler books in this house, and The Governor's favorite had to be the most boring, monotonous collection of printed cardboard coasters ever glued together.

Yesterday I hid it under the couch. Someone found it and put it back into circulation on the coffee table.

Brrrr...A little chilly in here today, don't you think? Why yes, a fire in the wood stove would be just the thing. Don't worry about kindling...

Home Schooling is Starting to Look REAL Good

Today in Stearns County (that would be one county removed from Wright County, home of The Outpost) a high school freshman fired upon two students, killing one and severely wounding another.

I haven't been able to watch any television today, but I heard a few bits and pieces of the story on the radio. So far the rumors seem to be that the gunboy was a loner, perhaps bullied. I have a headful of harsh thoughts about this kid and his parents, but before I spew a bunch of vitriol, I better get the whole story. I'll update this post tomorrow.

One thought for tonight: When I finally decide to let The Senator and The Governor out of the house again, they will be old enough to run for president.

Holy Cow!

What do you call it when A Little More to the Right sends you a bunch of traffic? A Little-lanche? Thanks for the link, Jeff!

I Hate Snakes II

Just in case you didn't get a chance to read the comments after my dead snake picture...

Click here. AUUUGGGGHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I would have to sell the car. Cripes. I have a major case of the willies just thinking about that picture.

Thanks a lot, Jeff!

Good Boy!

The VP emailed me this story today. Rather cute. I've never heard it before.

Marty wakes up at home with a huge hangover. He forces himself to open his eyes, and the first thing he sees is a couple of aspirins and a glass of water on the side table. He sits down and sees his clothing in front of him, all clean and pressed.

Marty looks around the room and sees that it is in a perfect order: spotless and clean. So is the rest of the house. He takes the aspirins and notices a note on the table "Honey, breakfast is on the stove, I left early to go shopping. Love you."

So he goes to the kitchen and sure enough there is a hot breakfast and the morning newspaper. His son is also at the table, eating. Marty asks, "Son, what happened last night?"

His son says, "Well, you came home after 3 A.M., drunk and delirious. Broke some furniture, puked in the hallway, and gave yourself a black eye when you stumbled into the door."

Confused, Marty asks, "So, why is everything in order and so clean, and breakfast is on the table waiting for me?"

His son replies, "Oh that! Mom dragged you to the bedroom, and when she tried to take your pants off, you said, "Lady, leave me alone, I'm married!"

I Don't Like Snakes

Whew. Busy day at The Outpost. Lots of cleaning and lots of laundry. I may make my family live in the garage and wear disposable clothing. It's going to break my spirit to have to do this all over again in a couple of days.

All that said, my day was still much better than Steve's.

Or this snake's.

Yep. He's deceased. The Governor and I spotted him on one of our rambles. We stopped for a moment of silence, bowed our heads, and mentally gave thanks to the SUV that ran it over.

It was a good day.

She Choked on her Soda, Making a Sound Like a Dying Giraffe

Rodger does it again! For some real Sunday funnies, go read this list of analogies and metaphors from high school essays. My favorite:

McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty bag filled with vegetable soup.

Right Again

I now have verification that the Japanese game show I mentioned earlier is funny. Mr. Ryan Rhodes states so unequivocally. The name of the show is Most Extreme Elimination Challenge. On Spike TV.

Ryan is another Minnesota blogger I've been reading for a while. Should have added him to the Links list long ago.

Ha!

True wit is Nature to advantage dressed,
What oft was thought, but ne'er so well expressed.
Alexander Pope - An Essay on Criticism.

Now go read this post over at Little Tiny Lies. I have often had similar thoughts about these weak links, but Steve expresses it like I wish I could.

What a great night for fall soccer. A little chilly sitting on the sidelines, but once I started running around...it was beautiful. The other team was short-handed, so we sent some of our players to their side and had a very friendly game. And, someone else played in goal tonight, so I actually got to touch the ball a bit. Thanks, Joe!

Driving home I passed a guy in a Mustang convertible. Top down. Okay, I like to think I'm tough too, but that was ridiculous. It's only 50 degrees outside. Maybe he was trying to catch a cold - skip the family reunion or Grandma's 85th birthday party tomorrow.

Before I left for the game, Buppa and I took the boys on a 4-wheeler ride. Have to go moo and whinny at the neighbors' livestock, ya know. Also checked out the new golden retreiver pup around the corner. Cute. Cute. Cute.

"We are NOT getting another dog," states The VP. His blood pressure is rising. I can see his veins and arteries pulsing all the way across the room. Aw heck...this is nothing. I can actually feel the old vessels throbbing across the airwaves when I mention having another baby.

No. But I like to keep him on his toes.

Not much on the agenda tomorrow for me. Perhaps some kite-flying. Or frog-catching. 4-wheeler rides. Create new road map for the Middle East. Bake cookies. We'll see.

Reno 911!

This has got to be one of the funniest shows I've seen in the last 10 years. And that Japanese game show with dubbed American voices. The one where the contestants navigate ridiculous obstacle courses and hurt themselves. I don't know the name of it, but if you're a male...you probably already know what I'm talking about.

Didn't think you'd find such culture here at The Outpost, did you?

Yuck

I was laying on the floor by The Governor's crib just now, playing a quick game of Peek-a-Boo before bedtime, and The Crazyweiler came in and sat on me and proceeded to lick my head.

Picture Hurricane Isabel with drool instead rain and you're caught out in the open on the beach.

I think I might be ill.

Proud Sponsor

I stole the picture (and the title) from Vinny who took it from Deb.

Bravo!

Ever feel like life is one grand performance - staged just to entertain you and you alone? No one else might find it quite as amusing, but it if you were life's only critic, you'd give it a rave review? (Hard not to when you get complimentary tickets for center-stage seats and free champagne to boot.)

Here were a few of the scenes on today's playbill:

One of my good high school friends called this morning. She's fairly liberal. The same way Bill Gates is fairly rich. She once referred to SUV's as "planet-wrecking, gas-guzzling nightmares." She called to confess mention, among other things, that she and her husband just ordered a 2004 Honda Pilot. (Tops out at 22 miles/gallon on the highway.) Welcome to the dark side, my friend! You'll be surprised how fast that guilt fades.

I took The Governor to his first Early Childhood class. The Parent Educator asked the moms to share what we always wanted to be when we grew up. One mother said she always knew she wanted to help people, and now she was doing just that working in some mental/chemical health outreach program for a near-by county. Something like that...I was too busy grinning and wondering if wear my F the French shirt next week, would I get a reaction. C'mon..she looked just like Jan!

Tonight when I was grocery shopping, a well-dressed gentleman at the end of the cookies/cracker aisle stuck his fingers in his keister and wiggled them a bit to satisfy an itch.

When I got home from grocery shopping, a neighbor was trying (and failing, I might add) to round up his five horses which had somehow freed themselves. They were grazing in a another neighbor's yard when I left to go shopping, and when I returned, the owner was chasing the beasts up and down a hay field. He's probably still there.

Some days you just have to give life a standing ovation and yell "Bravo!"

He's Mine II

Nursing Home Tuesday!

Hoocher was quite remarkable today. Went above and beyond the call of duty, I'd say. Held his tongue (and teeth) when a 230 pounder named Denny stepped on his leg. And when a fly was bothering Margie, Hoocher promptly dipatched the pesky bug by eating it. Good Boy! Who wants a kiss from the puppy?

Now that's full service pet therapy.

Yep, He's Mine...

Tonight I caught The Governor dancing on the coffee table in the livingroom.

I'm not sure when he learned how to climb up on it, but he knew what to do when he was up there.

And he's started calling me Cathy ("Cat-Tee") instead of Mama. How in the h*ll do you aquire that kind of attitude before you're even a year and a half old?

Aaaah....

Fantastic weekend. Although Mr. Chris Muir, cartoonist savant and rainmaker extraordinaire, indicated he was too tired to perform another weather miracle for me, he must have been working overtime, because I did get a beautiful day for the wedding I attended on Saturday.

Terrific weather. Gorgeous location. The ceremony was held on the beautiful, woodsy bank of Lake Wissota near Eau Claire, Wisconsin. The place was Kamp Kenwood - part of a state park with cabins and a large pavilion available for rental. Picture perfect would be an understatement. The couple even managed to have a sailboat with a gorgeous spinnaker sail quietly along the shore behind them during the wedding. And considering the number of children in attendance…I was surprised at what a peaceful, uninterrupted ceremony it was.

And speaking of kids, one of our co-workers was there with his wife and children. Three of the most well-behaved, pleasant kids I’ve ever seen. Wonder if I could talk him and his wife into boarding our two boys for a summer? Some good stuff is bound to rub off on them.

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Today was another busy day for me. This morning I went to a wedding shower for my sister-in-law’s sister. As far as showers go, this was one of the best I’ve attended. One quick game, and then we ate BEFORE opening the gifts. (Good decision!) Rapid opening of presents, and we didn’t have to pass each and every gift around the room for all to admire.

While I certainly enjoyed myself, (socializing with the sister-in-law’s family is always entertaining) I think the traditional wedding shower is in need of overhaul. Here are some of my suggestions:

Replace obligatory salads, cake, and punch with brats and beer.

Want to play a game? How about dodge ball?

Have the bride AND the bridesmaids open the gifts. That chore will be over sooner…more time for beer.

Place all the opened gifts next to the keg/bar. We can check out all your loot at every refill.

Invite the single men that are planning to attend the wedding. The single women at the wedding may want a preview of some of the guys they just might end up smooching after the reception.

I think I’m in the minority when it comes to shower reform. My mother told me at today’s shower that she loves seeing all the gifts everyone else brings. And she was quite appreciative of the cake. So maybe it’s me. Or maybe it just that sitting here now, late at night, finished with the evening soccer game…a beer sounds good.

I think I just might have to go find one.

Have a great week.

September 11...

I know there is little to no chance that anyone from the Buffalo, MN fire department reads this blog...but just in case.

THANK YOU.

Thursday, the boys and I were traveling down Hwy 25 in Buffalo and saw that the fire department had extended the ladder from one of their trucks over the highway, and an American flag was hanging down from the bucket at the end of the ladder. Thank you for doing that. Thank you for remembering September 11, 2001.

It was one of the best tributes I saw on Thursday. I didn't blog about 9/11 - I'd just sit here and tear up and think about that awful day, and I'd write sentences and delete them over and over again. Because nothing I could spit out could equal that flag.

I saw this post over at Insignificant Thoughts, and while I'm pretty sure he doesn't mean me (I don't think he's ever seen this site), it made me want to shout, "Hey, I didn't forget!"

So a couple days later, as I sit here with the Kleenex box at my elbow, I can write about 9/11. But only to say Thanks to the fire fighters in Buffalo and everyone else who didn't forget.

More PETA

Jeff over at A Little More to The Right has a post about PETA's latest spokesman. Mr. Mfume (NAACP president) wants to speak out against the cruel methods of dispatching the chickens that later end up in your bucket of KFC.

Mr. Mfume apparently stated that he isn't speaking out because there is a civil rights issue involved; merely he wanted to help highlight the inhumane killing.

(You don't think there's a white meat/dark meat issue somewhere under the surface, do you?)

Starting My Wish List...

Holy Cow! It worked! You just ask Chris Muir for something, and he delivers!

This is our rain gauge out on the pasture fence. The rain started last night and has continued on and off all day today. Not the eight inches of rain we need, but it's an inch more than we've had in about 2 months.

Thanks, Chris! (If I hit your tip jar can you conjure up a light, breezy, fairly cool day in Eau Claire, Wisconsin on Saturday? I'm going to an outdoor wedding.)

Joke for the Day

Go read this one over at Insignificant Thoughts. Heh. I thought it was pretty good. So is the whole site.

I Never Gave Up My Imaginary Friends...

I think I need to get out with adults a little more often. Today I actually thought, "Jeez, I'd love to meet Damon!"

Uh, I MEANT I'd love to meet Chris Muir, genius behind Day by Day.

Especially if he knows how to make it rain around here.

He's smart.

He probably could.

Wanted: Professional Cloud Seeder

We finally got rain yesterday. Not much. More of a taunt from Mother Nature, really. Like trying to quench your thirst with an eye dropper. What we need is a good old downpour with flash flood warnings.

Time to start the sacrifices.

Hmmm...maybe I better call PETA first. See if there are any varmints on their B list. Ones they wouldn't get too overly upset about seeing vivisected on an altar at midnight. Like mice. You don't really hear PETA getting too worked up about mouse traps or poisons. I could be wrong. Perhaps this could be the target of PETA's next ad campain:

I hope not, because every fall when the weather turns chilly, we always have a few stray mice that I'm not willing to live-trap and release back out into the wild.

A little of everything...

Oooh! I'm just about to hit 2000 on the Site Meter. Very cool. Although, it would be interesting to know how many different people look at this site. It could just be my parents, my in-laws, and Aelfheld. (sniff) I love you guys!

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The other day The Senator and I went up to our neighbor's house with a bucket of acorns for their elk. I got the female (Molly) to eat right out of my hand. The male (Pinhead) was coming over to give it a whirl, but I balked. He was a bit intimidating.

Here's a picture of the group. Molly gave birth to a female calf early this summer. The picture was taken shortly after the baby arrived. Molly looks a lot plumper these days.

I think our neighbors are hoping for another calf next year.

And now for something almost completely different...

Today was nursing home day. Here is a picture of Hoocher doing his best to wrangle a handout from Mr. Peterson.

And the staff keeps remarking how well-behaved he is. Bah! I actually had a nurse offer to buy him last week. I had a price at the tip of my tongue, but somewhere a nagging voice kept echoing something about taking candy from babies and betting on sure things and other ethical no-no's. I didn't sell.

(Before you send me a corrective missive on punctuation, Mom, Mr. Merriam and Mr. Webster say I CAN put the apostrophe at the end of no-no.)

More later on my favorite Touchy-Feely Terrorists: ELF if I find some more time.

Say Cheese

Sometimes The Crazyweiler tries to smile. And I don't have the heart to tell him he just can't pull it off.

Exactly!

My husband will love this quote:

"There are too many people who imagine that there is something sophisticated about always believing the best of those who hate your country, and the worst of those who defend it"

Margaret Thatcher

I found it posted at Dog Snot Diaries.

My Inflated Ribs Hurt...

This has got to be the funniest bathroom story I've read. I found Yvonne's site when I was reading Dog Snot Diaries.

If you like Gut Rumbles, you will like Geoffrey at Dog Snot Diaries.

Searchin'

Heh. Someone found my site by searching "Earth Liberation Front + Shirt." Guess they were disappointed.

I've been wondering if I should come up with an ELF shirt. Maybe it could show a blazing Ford Escort with the printed chant:

Zero-One-Two-Three
Let's Go Burn an SUV!

Two-Four-Six-Eight
Time To Go Incinerate!

That's enough type wasted on ELF.

Last night was the first game of our fall soccer season. And what a night to play. Beautiful weather. The City of Golden Valley must be watering their playing fields because unlike my yard, which now resembles 12 grit sand paper, the grass on the field last night was in great shape. We won 3-2. I did a pretty decent job in net; fear lends strength.

Not too much else to say. Hope you're having a good weekend.

Doh!

Bwah ha ha ha ha ha ha! I've found it! A new weapon to add to my meager arsenal of parenting tools.

Guess who's afraid of Hula Homer? That's right. The Governor. Mr. Stubborn. Mr. I-Won't-Leave-Mom's-Geraniums-Alone-Even-After-Repeated-Time-Outs-and-Various-Other-Failed-Methods-of-Discipline.

I discovered that Hula Homer scares The Governor. Especially when Homer sings "Tiny Bubbles." (He is not intimidated, however, when Homer burps.) But get the Don Ho going...and The Gov holds his hands up in the air -- the international sign of surrender, or, if you're a tot, the international sign for "pick me up right now."

Can't get enough of the dirt in Mom's flower pots? Why look who's peeking at us from behind the geraniums. Let's have Hula Homer sing us a little song, shall we?

Is it wrong to get so much joy out of this? Bwah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

I Nose Something You Don't

The following joke is brought to you from my good friend, Dave:

Two little kids are in a hospital, lying on gurneys next to each other,
outside the operating room. The first kid leans over and asks, "What are
you in here for?" The second kid says, "I'm in here to get my tonsils out
and I'm a little nervous." The first kid says, "You've got nothing to worry
about. I had that done when I was four. They put you to sleep, and when you
wake up they give you lots of Jell-O and ice cream. It's a breeze."

The second kid then asks, "What are you here for?" The first kid says, "A
circumcision." And the second kid says, "Whoa, Good luck, buddy, I had that
done when I was born... Couldn't walk for a year."

I think that's the cleanest joke I've heard in a while.

And speaking of clean, Natalie comes through once again with the household cleaning advice! See yesterday's comment. Thanks, Natalie!

OOOOOOOOOOOHH! My nose can't take any more. The Crazyweiler is sitting by my feet and .... oh it's bad. Time to change his diet perhaps.

A few minutes ago I was in the kitchen helping The Senator with a puzzle when the unmistakable smell of freshly discharged skunk came wafting through the windows. Well, it doesn't really waft. It assults you. This is not the unpleasant smell you get when you drive by a skunk road kill. This is a putrid, burn-the-back-of-your-throat, eye-watering smell. As I'm running around shutting windows, The VP (big, strong protector type that he is) tells me, "You better go outside and check your dogs."

My dogs?

Why yes, apparently they are mine, for I found myself out on the back porch calling them and crossing my fingers that the skunk attack was outside the fence, not within.

Thankfully, my dogs were not the target. Hard to tell sometimes...the way The Crazyweiler passes gas.

Oooh! He just did it again! Get out of here you stinky b*stard! AAAAAUGH!

Fall Cleaning

I have a few minutes to blog before The Governor wakes and The Senator returns home from a birthday party.

I had all kinds of things I wanted to write about today. But right now the only thing I can think about is that while tile is beautiful...grout sucks. With all the technology that exists today, somebody can't come up with something a little easier to keep clean than grout?

When I win the lottery, we're replacing every bit of tile with Corian^TM. Maybe concrete. Anything without grout.

And while I'm on the topic of miserably wretched things to clean...the next thing to go are the venetian blinds. What a royal pain in the *ss these things are. Rip 'em down! I'm thinking "shower curtains." Easy to put up and at $2 a pop, replaceable whenever they get dirty or you want to change your color scheme.

To finish my grumbling, I will add that I am not very pleased that a family (or tribe or flock or however they congregate) of wasps has made its home under the shutters outside the bathroom window. They are not fond of Windex, by the way. And they are most ungrateful for and unappreciative of fall house-cleaning activities. Small wonder nobody likes wasps.

I hope you all are having a fine day.

The General's New Car...

Thanks for the fun evening, General! I can't wait until your 16 and I can toss you the keys so I can drink beer and whip the cans over the side.

(You know that last comment was just to upset your parents, right? Really. No beer. Scotch, perhaps, but no beer.)

Token Tuesday Post...

Wow am I beat. Another wild day here at The Outpost. Nursing home visit this morning followed by a trip into the cities to take my nephew, The Surgeon General, out for a belated birthday dinner.

Correction: My nephew now wishes to be called The General. Apparently "Surgeon General" didn't sound like a position that wielded enough power...not enough dictator potential. Henceforth: The General.

I will post more tomorrow with perhaps a photo or two, but The Senator is waiting for me to read him a book. I pretty tired; I hope it has a lot of pictures.

Holiday!

Happy Labor Day! Or is it Merry Labor Day? Best Wishes on this Labor Day. Congratulations! It's Labor Day! On This Special Labor Day...

I started out Labor Day in a most appropriate way...hard labor. The Governor woke this morning with a nasty mess in his britches. And on the crib sheet. And all over his clothes. And the harder I tried to contain the mess, the more it spread to other surfaces. I may have to buy a hazmat suit to put him to bed this afternoon. Not all the bleach in Wright County is going to make me feel confident that his room is sanitary.

So after his bath, I put The Gov in his high chair for breakfast. The Crazyweiler stood by and put his chin on the tray of the high chair. More bleach. The Gov holds a graham cracker over the edge of the tray, and The Crazyweiler puts The Gov's entire arm in his mouth before managing to loose the cracker from his fingers. More bleach and anti-bacterial soap.

The Senator finally gets out of bed and after his meal, we all head outside to launch rockets. The VP decides we should do this from the middle of the dirt road. The Gov loves this idea; the dirt road is one huge sandbox! He has more gravel in his hair than the DOT uses on our road in the winter.

I give up. There is NO POINT in keeping this child clean. I will put out fresh straw and water and feed him well, but no more baths.

Happy Labor Day.