Tuesday, July 08, 2008
Mortimer for Shortimer and the Soph-meister
Sophie's quite the attention hog.
But she usually gets her way. Here's Brett's lil sis Jaime falling for her charms.
This is how Mort sits on the couch. Also, photographic evidence that Sophie will in fact leave him alone on the rare occasion.
Mortimer with Duke, Brett's other dog that lives with his mom.
Brett's older sister Jill's cat Jack (haha - Jack and Jill) showing Mort who's the boss.
Mortimer checking out Brett's new video game.
Mort's big eyes
My FAVORITE - Mort just discovered he can jump up and drape his paws over the railing. Here he is surveying the golf course.
Full view
Mortimer's our horse and Sophie's our warden. She is completely convinced she runs the place.
Mort has not had a very good day. He got snipped this morning. That's the only bad thing that happened to him, but I'm pretty sure that would ruin a dog's entire day. Poor guy. He's resting now. But he was starting to hump. And let me tell you - it's frightening when a 55-lb puppy wraps his enormous front paws around your WAIST. *shudder* But there you have it. Those are our pups!
Thursday, April 10, 2008
OH MY GOD YOU CAN SEE ME IN THIS PIC!!!!
That's me with the white Jayhawk flag, I'm on Brett's shoulders - you can kinda see his shoulders, and kind of make out the shadow of his hat in front of the flag; and to the bottom right corner of the flag is Lisa in the red sweatshirt!!
What are the freaking odds?!?!?!
That's a crappy small version; here's a link to it and you can enlarge it here.
http://www.pictopia.com/perl/ptp?provider_id=136&photo_name=media.lawrence.com/img/photos/2008/04/08/Mass_on_mass3035.jpg
What are the freaking odds?!?!?!
That's a crappy small version; here's a link to it and you can enlarge it here.
http://www.pictopia.com/perl/ptp?provider_id=136&photo_name=media.lawrence.com/img/photos/2008/04/08/Mass_on_mass3035.jpg
Additional Pictures from KU's monumental game & the aftermath
Regrettably, these are not my own pictures, but they're awesome nonetheless.
Roy rooting on the 'Hawks
Super Mario!!!
Super Mario's miracle shot
Mass St on Monday night
Somewhere between 40 and 60 thousand! I've heard both.
Aerial view of Mass St
Roy rooting on the 'Hawks
Super Mario!!!
Do you think they're happy?
Darrell Arthur & Matt Kleinmann
The group - I like Sasha Kaun there in the middle
The group - I like Sasha Kaun there in the middle
Super Mario's miracle shot
Mass St on Monday night
Somewhere between 40 and 60 thousand! I've heard both.
Aerial view of Mass St
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
KU!!! - 2008 National Champs!
Lawrence, KS. I wouldn't have been anywhere else Monday night. Brett, our friend/his classmate Bova and me watched that unbelievable, edge-of-your-seat game at his sister's apartment in Lawrence, and superstitions ruled. Do we wear the beads or don't we (no - they ended up being terrible luck)? Most of us were wearing the same exact outfits we wore when KU tromped on North Carolina and Roy. I donned the same stick-on Jayhawk tattoo and same bright blue KU-shoes. You could hear people from all over Lawrence cheering, chanting, shooting off fireworks.
Bova arrives
We are about to begin our trek to KU Country - Lawrence, Kansas. That's my tattoo from the NC game.
Our lovely and gracious hostess, Jill
The younger sister, Jaime (a.k.a. Jamamie)
Some of our watch party - from left, Bova, Jeff, Jaime and Annie (as you can see, she tried to jinx the whole game via failure to wear a KU shirt) :)
The rest of the watch party - from left, Mark, Jill and my dorky self (those are the unlucky beads)
Jaime yelling at someone to close the door!! We had opened them because one of the Memphis players was supposedly freaked out by open doors...??? Something like that. So we tried opening them to jinx him.
Brett cheered a little too rough
See?
It turned out to be lucky. Brett bleeds KU. :)
KU just won it all in overtime. I like how all you can see of Bova is her hand holding the champagne bottle.
On our way to Mass St to celebrate
Brett and Bova
Prepping our flag
And I have to admit it was pretty cool of Roy Williams to be in the crowd, wearing a Jayhawk button and cheering for KU.
Then we fell behind - it was deathly quiet in that apartment when we were down by 9 with little more than 2 minutes left in the game. Bova was on the deck because she couldn't bear to watch it. Next thing you know, they're missing their free throws and then Chalmers - SUPER MARIO - hits the game tying 3-pointer. And we dominated the overtime. We finally got to rush Mass Street and party like it was 1988 (as one paper put it).
No words I can write can possibly do any of this justice. So here are the photos:
I thought Brett looked adorable but he didn't think it was manly. The tattoo was removed shortly after.Bova arrives
We are about to begin our trek to KU Country - Lawrence, Kansas. That's my tattoo from the NC game.
Our lovely and gracious hostess, Jill
The younger sister, Jaime (a.k.a. Jamamie)
Some of our watch party - from left, Bova, Jeff, Jaime and Annie (as you can see, she tried to jinx the whole game via failure to wear a KU shirt) :)
The rest of the watch party - from left, Mark, Jill and my dorky self (those are the unlucky beads)
Jaime yelling at someone to close the door!! We had opened them because one of the Memphis players was supposedly freaked out by open doors...??? Something like that. So we tried opening them to jinx him.
Brett cheered a little too rough
See?
It turned out to be lucky. Brett bleeds KU. :)
KU just won it all in overtime. I like how all you can see of Bova is her hand holding the champagne bottle.
On our way to Mass St to celebrate
Brett and Bova
Prepping our flag
ROCK CHALK JAYHAWK. See the Mass St sign behind me? :) That's cool.
Here is a hippie streaker
Here is a hippie streaker
The sea of people on Mass St. One count that we heard was 40,000 people, just on Mass.
'nother shot of the crowd
and another
There were a LOT of people there. Eventually it became like one massive mosh pit.
And here we are, at one of the sites of a great moment in KU basketball history. :)
'nother shot of the crowd
and another
There were a LOT of people there. Eventually it became like one massive mosh pit.
And here we are, at one of the sites of a great moment in KU basketball history. :)
Rock Chalk Jayhawk. Go KU. Long live the 'hawks, and SUPER MARIO CHALMERS FOR PRESIDENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thursday, February 28, 2008
The Chug Graduates
She did it. Sophie completed 8 weeks (ok technically 6 - we skipped out on a couple of classes but kept on practicing at home) of her Puppy Class at PetsMart. She sailed beautifully through her final exam, which consisted of simply going through everything that she learned in front of the rest of the class.
Photo attempt 2 - they just wanted to box:
The class started out with eight other rambunctious puppies and ended with only two. And SOPHIE was one of them! She did great. Until she got to the graduation picture. It is no easy task trying to place a mortarboard atop a puppie's head. Catch the video here. And after all that, I actually got a decent shot:
Congraduations, Sophie! Mama's proud!
This is the rest of the class - photo attempt 1:
Photo attempt 2 - they just wanted to box:
The class started out with eight other rambunctious puppies and ended with only two. And SOPHIE was one of them! She did great. Until she got to the graduation picture. It is no easy task trying to place a mortarboard atop a puppie's head. Catch the video here. And after all that, I actually got a decent shot:
Congraduations, Sophie! Mama's proud!
Saturday, July 28, 2007
Tales From the Break Table
An actual conversation, yesterday at the Break Table:
Jennifer mentions she's never been to a pond/lake, etc.
Jenn: I've only been in water I can see through. Like pools, or the ocean.
Me: I can understand that though. It's kinda gross stepping in water that's so murky you don't know what you're stepping on. Especially when little fish start swimming around your ankles.
Christina: What about when it's turtles or snakes?
Jenn: Or jellyfish.
Oh, our sweet, sheltered Jenn. This is the same girl who actually vacuums out the inside of her oven. And who was shocked to discover that ovens alert you when they are finished preheating. She thought that was just the neatest invention!
Jennifer mentions she's never been to a pond/lake, etc.
Jenn: I've only been in water I can see through. Like pools, or the ocean.
Me: I can understand that though. It's kinda gross stepping in water that's so murky you don't know what you're stepping on. Especially when little fish start swimming around your ankles.
Christina: What about when it's turtles or snakes?
Jenn: Or jellyfish.
Oh, our sweet, sheltered Jenn. This is the same girl who actually vacuums out the inside of her oven. And who was shocked to discover that ovens alert you when they are finished preheating. She thought that was just the neatest invention!
Friday, February 23, 2007
Yay!
My fingers are missing the keys (hey - it's Friday - I'm entitled to a little bit of alcoholic-beverage-fun), so here's a post from my favorite Web site:
Well Played Halle Berry...
I miss Halle Berry's kicky short haircut, the one that was practically her signature for such a long time. Not that she can't rock a full head of hair, but the pixie was cute on her and she is one of those rare individuals with a perfect face that can carry off that sort of cut.
However, that's really the only thing I can say about her that isn't a bit disgustingly glowing. Obviously, I don't know her personally, but...
However, that's really the only thing I can say about her that isn't a bit disgustingly glowing. Obviously, I don't know her personally, but...
... the woman sure can wear a dress. It'd be very easy for that neckline to look overly constrictive, or to push things down or up or out in an awkward way, or even to sit low enough that the effect is slightly droopy. But not on Halle. Of course. Everything looks properly lush and plump and fluffed, and the sheen of the dress is stunning against her lovely skin.
Bitch.
Damn, I can't even work up a nice, satisfying resentment of her, no matter how hard I try. I'm just happy for her and I kind of want her to take me shopping. Now, as I said, I don't know her, so maybe she's a complete nightmare and likes to wash her dishes with bourbon and eats nails and uses kittens to scrub the bathroom floor. I don't know her life. But it certainly is a pleasure to watch her wear clothes, and she manages to do it without exuding any kind of arrogance -- there's not really any of that "Yeah, I'm hot, you envious sadsacks, and I KNOW IT, so SUCK ON YOUR SORRY ASSES" stuff going on, nor any desperation for attention; she just seems to go out there and quietly glow and avoid making a spectacle of herself. She is her own best accessory, and she's developed a real knack for picking clothes that enhance her rather than wear her.
Like I said: Bitch.
(is it just me or does Halle Berry kinda look like a black Julia Roberts?)
Sigh. Still isn't working.
Sunday, February 18, 2007
When the president talks to God - Bright Eyes
When the president talks to God
Are the conversations brief or long?
Does he ask to rape our women's rights
And send poor farm kids off to die?
Does God suggest an oil hike
When the president talks to God?
When the president talks to God
Are the consonants all hard or soft?
Is he resolute all down the line?
Is every issue black or white?
Does what God say ever change his mind
When the president talks to God?
When the president talks to God
Does he fake that drawl or just merely nod?
Agree which convicts should be killed?
Where prisons should be built and filled?
Which voter fraud must be concealed
When the president talks to God?
When the president talks to God
I wonder which one plays the better cop
We should find some jobs, the ghetto's broke
No, they're lazy, George, I say we don't
Just give 'em more liquor stores and dirty coke
That's what God recommends
When the president talks to God
Do they drink near beer and go play golf
While they pick which countries to invade
Which Muslim souls still can be saved?
I guess God just calls a spade a spade
When the president talks to God
When the president talks to God
Does he ever think that maybe he's not?
That that voice is just inside his head
When he kneels next to the presidential bed
Does he ever smell his own bullshit
When the president talks to God?
I doubt it
I doubt it
Watch them play it on Jay Leno here.
Are the conversations brief or long?
Does he ask to rape our women's rights
And send poor farm kids off to die?
Does God suggest an oil hike
When the president talks to God?
When the president talks to God
Are the consonants all hard or soft?
Is he resolute all down the line?
Is every issue black or white?
Does what God say ever change his mind
When the president talks to God?
When the president talks to God
Does he fake that drawl or just merely nod?
Agree which convicts should be killed?
Where prisons should be built and filled?
Which voter fraud must be concealed
When the president talks to God?
When the president talks to God
I wonder which one plays the better cop
We should find some jobs, the ghetto's broke
No, they're lazy, George, I say we don't
Just give 'em more liquor stores and dirty coke
That's what God recommends
When the president talks to God
Do they drink near beer and go play golf
While they pick which countries to invade
Which Muslim souls still can be saved?
I guess God just calls a spade a spade
When the president talks to God
When the president talks to God
Does he ever think that maybe he's not?
That that voice is just inside his head
When he kneels next to the presidential bed
Does he ever smell his own bullshit
When the president talks to God?
I doubt it
I doubt it
Watch them play it on Jay Leno here.
