Thursday, December 27, 2007
Christmas Memories
There are a couple of reasons that I blog. One - to document things so I don't forget them. Two - to share funny things with the five people who read this blog. Three - just because I like to.
This is a blog post that comes from the formerest persuasion. I am documenting this because (a) I think I'm hilarious and (b) I like to remember forms of my own hilarity.
There's this song:
It's on the Christmas with Johnny Cash CD that Kyle and I stole from his brother about four years ago. :) I find that it makes for a great Christmas morning wake-up call. I just change up the words a bit. And bump it up a few octaves. And really lean into my Georgia accent. Singing Johnny Cash songs is one of the times this accent is an asset! :)
"Merry Christmas, Kylie.
Thank you for Harry Potter.
Thank you for the moooovies.
Thank you for Harry Potter.
Merry Christmas, Kylie.
Thank you for the magazine.
Thank you for Real Siiiimple.
Thank you for the magazine ...
... subscription."
Ok, enough of my corniness. (Clay, you thought your "rita-bita-bita ... " was bad!)
My parents HOOKED ME UP this year. I got a new Canon Digital Rebel XTi for Christmas! (Sweet!) But since they didn't know a memory card didn't come with the kit, I didn't get pictures until after Christmas Day. Here's some day-after-Christmas photographic-awesomeness ala The Rebel - my new best friend.
This is a blog post that comes from the formerest persuasion. I am documenting this because (a) I think I'm hilarious and (b) I like to remember forms of my own hilarity.
There's this song:
It's on the Christmas with Johnny Cash CD that Kyle and I stole from his brother about four years ago. :) I find that it makes for a great Christmas morning wake-up call. I just change up the words a bit. And bump it up a few octaves. And really lean into my Georgia accent. Singing Johnny Cash songs is one of the times this accent is an asset! :)
"Merry Christmas, Kylie.
Thank you for Harry Potter.
Thank you for the moooovies.
Thank you for Harry Potter.
Merry Christmas, Kylie.
Thank you for the magazine.
Thank you for Real Siiiimple.
Thank you for the magazine ...
... subscription."
Ok, enough of my corniness. (Clay, you thought your "rita-bita-bita ... " was bad!)
My parents HOOKED ME UP this year. I got a new Canon Digital Rebel XTi for Christmas! (Sweet!) But since they didn't know a memory card didn't come with the kit, I didn't get pictures until after Christmas Day. Here's some day-after-Christmas photographic-awesomeness ala The Rebel - my new best friend.
Kyle was not feeling model-y at all, as he had spent most of the day tearing carpet out of a really really nasty "puppy room". The room had been his studio, until the puppies were born, and it was sacrificed so that the puppies could be kept warm and cozy and contained. Yesterday, it was reclaimed, as almost all the puppies are gone. We have one left - and we're going back and forth about whether or not to just buy the thing a collar and make it ours. No decision yet.
Wow - that was quite a tangent. He worked hard. The end.
But who could say no to that face?!
Labels: family, Good for a laugh, holidays, photo
Saturday, December 22, 2007
Just three more sleeps!
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Moving Out!
They named her Cocoa. She gets along with her big "sister" Sandy (a 12-week old beagle puppy) very well. She left our house on Saturday morning - the first of the puppies to "move out".
Tonight, the rest get shots! Should be a fun night. And then Turk and the as-yet-unnamed-Twin "move out" too. We'll be down to four until Christmas, when we behave like Santa Claus and do three deliveries. :-D
We still have one who is unclaimed. And some very VERY dirty carpet.
Tonight, the rest get shots! Should be a fun night. And then Turk and the as-yet-unnamed-Twin "move out" too. We'll be down to four until Christmas, when we behave like Santa Claus and do three deliveries. :-D
We still have one who is unclaimed. And some very VERY dirty carpet.
Thursday, December 6, 2007
One More Puppy!
And the countdown just keeps rolling. This, my friends, is an example of photography that sells puppies. And it did. Someone looked at this picture, their heart melted, and they said, "Put my name on that one."
I tell you, it pays to have such talented friends!
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
Rita Polk ... Plugged.
I work in a church office. Lately, we’ve been doing a lot of renovations to the facilities at this church. Today, even as I’m typing this, there are guys with welding torches, saws, hammers, drills, and big vacuums replacing the door to my office.
The process of removing the door thus far has not been an easy one. There have been a couple of surprises that I’ve been able to witness first hand from my position at the desk. Cement blocks where there was believed to be wood surrounding the doorframe. Cement having been poured into the doorframe years ago, making it very difficult to remove. There have been several reasons for a heavily-tattooed, ear-pierced, hard-working young man to wanna say swear words. more ...
Labels: Journey Church
Weirdness.
I got a voicemail last night from a lady who is interested in a puppy. So I returned the phone call this morning just after I arrived at work. The following creepy conversation is a result of that phone call.
Lady: Dorchester County Magistrate Court.
Rita: May I speak to Christy, please.
Lady: Umm... she's in the lady's room.
Rita: (thinks, 'wow, that's a bit personal. "she's away from her desk" would've sufficed.') Ok. This is Rita. I'm returning a personal call. I can hold or leave a number for her to return a call.
Lady: (laughs) Oh I know who you are. (laughs uncomfortably) Hold on just a second. I'm not at my desk.
Rita: (thinks, 'what?') (holds)
{brief hold}
Lady: (in a quiet voice) She's late this morning. She's not usually late and I'm not sure where she is ... yeh, she's never late.
Rita: Um. Well, she called me about a puppy. I was returning her call and this was the number she left for me. I can leave a number for her to call me back when she gets in.
Lady: (laughs very uncomfortably) Yeh, I don't know why I said I knew who you were. I don't. (chuckle) Sure, you can leave a number. (The relief in her voice is apparent.)
And now I'm left to wonder. What the heck was that about?
Lady: Dorchester County Magistrate Court.
Rita: May I speak to Christy, please.
Lady: Umm... she's in the lady's room.
Rita: (thinks, 'wow, that's a bit personal. "she's away from her desk" would've sufficed.') Ok. This is Rita. I'm returning a personal call. I can hold or leave a number for her to return a call.
Lady: (laughs) Oh I know who you are. (laughs uncomfortably) Hold on just a second. I'm not at my desk.
Rita: (thinks, 'what?') (holds)
{brief hold}
Lady: (in a quiet voice) She's late this morning. She's not usually late and I'm not sure where she is ... yeh, she's never late.
Rita: Um. Well, she called me about a puppy. I was returning her call and this was the number she left for me. I can leave a number for her to call me back when she gets in.
Lady: (laughs very uncomfortably) Yeh, I don't know why I said I knew who you were. I don't. (chuckle) Sure, you can leave a number. (The relief in her voice is apparent.)
And now I'm left to wonder. What the heck was that about?
Labels: Good for a laugh
Monday, December 3, 2007
Oh geez.
There are times when I come face-to-face with my own corniness and ... it just astounds me. Like the fact that I was tempted to title this post "Who let the dogs out?" That is just ... bad!
But the pups DID go out this weekend. For the first time without being carried outside, they toddled their own little way out the door. And usually, after being forced outside, they sit by the door and whine until you come let them back in. Not so this time. Instead they covered the whole yard, and until I disturbed their pattern, they followed around like a cloud behind Rosie, trying to eat.
But the pups DID go out this weekend. For the first time without being carried outside, they toddled their own little way out the door. And usually, after being forced outside, they sit by the door and whine until you come let them back in. Not so this time. Instead they covered the whole yard, and until I disturbed their pattern, they followed around like a cloud behind Rosie, trying to eat.
(l-r)
"Girl Ollie". The only girl. She has learned to defend herself in a room full of brothers.
She's going to Mr. Bobby, who will train her to "run squirrels".
Charlie. The chocolate beagle. He's going to Phillip Shealy - our friend who is currently in Tanzania with the Peace Corps. He comes home in June. (But don't worry - Charlie goes to Dr. & Mrs. Shealy at Christmas!)
"As Yet Unnamed Black Puppy". One of "The Twins". This one has been claimed by a nice couple by the names of Timothy & Jennifer. Really, I think the puppy chose them. He settle right nicely into Timothy's lap when they came over to see the pups.
The big shake on such a little dog ... it kills me!
Dakota. This one is the puppy that Maggie named "Dakota".
He will be a Christmas surprise for some very excited kids in our area.
"Boy Ollie" gets curious about the camera.
"Boy Ollie" and Turk are playing, while "The Twins" pose for a shot.
Turk is going to live with our friend Ben. His coloring always makes people look twice.
He's a chocolate beagle with a red face. I can't wait to see what he looks like when he's grown.
And those blue eyes ... Ben's in trouble.
I love this picture because it effectively communicates what life with seven puppies is like: Busy.
They're always doing their own thing. "Girl Ollie" is practicing for her future job as a hunter.
"Boy Ollie". If Kyle could name one thing better than having Oliver as a pet, it would be having TWO Olivers. And this one is the SPITTING IMAGE of Oliver. He looks just like him (down to his little freckled nose) and has his same temperament, down the fact that you literally have to make him get up and walk around when you're trying to feed him. He's a lazy boy. Just like his daddy. He'll be a good pet ... for someone else. :-D
(Clay ... email that picture to Bill & Julia!) :-D
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