I love this so much.
Friday, August 22, 2008
Friday, August 15, 2008
WOW!
It's late, and I have to go to bed, but I just had to tell someone:
I totally love Bela Karolji. Watching him watch the female gymnastics portion of the Olympics is probably the single greatest thing in sports broadcasting ever.
Oh my God I love him. So adorable.
I totally love Bela Karolji. Watching him watch the female gymnastics portion of the Olympics is probably the single greatest thing in sports broadcasting ever.
Oh my God I love him. So adorable.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Olympic Spirit
While I was in Alabama, my sisters invented a new sport.
It all began with the genocide (mass suicide) of the amphibian population in my parents yard. Every day when we go out to swim, my sisters first clean out the pool filters. There are various reasons for this, not the least of which that we have found on separate occasions both a giant rat and a snake in the filters. No one wants to swim in snake-infested waters. So, we check and clean out the filters before we hop in.
The first day that we were going to swim in the completely-filled pool, the girls went out to check the filters. They found frogs. Lots of frogs. 17 to be exact. Actually, 19 total- 2 alive, the rest not so much. We're not really sure if it was the pool chemicals or the inability to get out of the water that killed them, but there they were. So, they pulled the filter out, trying to balance the stack of frogs all the way to the fence. What we usually do when we find creatures in the pool, is throw them out into the yard. Far out into the yard because that way they won't be right near the pool smelling bad and attracting more creatures that could fall into the pool and drown. So, we kind of fling them.
Thus "frog-flinging" was born.
Jo would first load the frog up into the catapult:
And then Bear would fling it into the yard:
By the end, she had a whole method. According to Bear, when it comes to frog-flinging, it's all in the legs. She's pretty sure she's going to medal in this event.
In the end, all the frogs were dispatched to their final resting place and then we all went swimming.
Tom celebrated by diving headfirst into the part of the pool that's only 5 feet deep. :-p
It all began with the genocide (mass suicide) of the amphibian population in my parents yard. Every day when we go out to swim, my sisters first clean out the pool filters. There are various reasons for this, not the least of which that we have found on separate occasions both a giant rat and a snake in the filters. No one wants to swim in snake-infested waters. So, we check and clean out the filters before we hop in.
The first day that we were going to swim in the completely-filled pool, the girls went out to check the filters. They found frogs. Lots of frogs. 17 to be exact. Actually, 19 total- 2 alive, the rest not so much. We're not really sure if it was the pool chemicals or the inability to get out of the water that killed them, but there they were. So, they pulled the filter out, trying to balance the stack of frogs all the way to the fence. What we usually do when we find creatures in the pool, is throw them out into the yard. Far out into the yard because that way they won't be right near the pool smelling bad and attracting more creatures that could fall into the pool and drown. So, we kind of fling them.Thus "frog-flinging" was born.
Jo would first load the frog up into the catapult:
And then Bear would fling it into the yard:By the end, she had a whole method. According to Bear, when it comes to frog-flinging, it's all in the legs. She's pretty sure she's going to medal in this event.In the end, all the frogs were dispatched to their final resting place and then we all went swimming. Tom celebrated by diving headfirst into the part of the pool that's only 5 feet deep. :-p
Friday, August 1, 2008
"All I'm Saying Is, She's Got Options."
Dad (about my sister, Jenny): "I think she'll end up being a cat rancher... or a doorstop."
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