Who, me?
I keep changing the look of the blog.
I move the furniture too.
But here's the deal. I like having a wider space for the pictures and posts, but all the cool free blog backgrounds are for Minima!
Hello out there!
All you clever designers at The Cutest Blog on the Block, or Aqua Poppy, or The Blog Fairy... have mercy and whip up a bunch of Stretch Minima backgrounds.
Please...
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Lizard-Mania
I know, I know, we're obsessed, lately.
Mom, you'll want to look away.
So, the boys were playing with the lizards today. They've named them and claim to be able to tell them apart. They're probably right.
"Quartz" is the lizard we caught earlier this week. He lives in the aquarium. "Bob", one of yesterday's catches, lives with him. We found them all snuggled together this morning keeping warm. Have I mentioned it's still pretty chilly here?
"Joe" will fight, so he has to be separated and lives in a five gallon bucket.
Anyway, they had the lizards out and were playing with them when I heard a commotion.
"Mom!"
Okay, right there, let me point something out:
Some day I'm going to do a study.
I'm going to count how many sentences in one day start with, "Mom!"
But I digress...
"Mom! Ya gotta get down here and see this! Quartz' tail fell off and it's twitchin'!"
And then, a moment later,
"Mom! Really! Momyougottaseethisit'sstilltwitchin'!"
Somehow I resisted.
So, one by one, they appeared in my office with the delightful story. And pictures.
Exhibit A
I apologize for the blurry photo - they were excited.
Notice that Quartz is indeed sporting a rather stumpy tail.
And, (not for the faint of heart):
Exhibit B
The severed tail.
I made this pic smaller, but you can click to enlarge. It really is interesting if you're not the squeamish type.
About the boys - really, they're not cruel. They weren't torturing the reptiles. They had them out to hold, and all the lizards decided to make a break for it at the same time. There was a frenzy of grabbing for them, and ta daaaa.
Besides, it was the perfect opportunity for discussion, when Gunnar (looking out the window) asked, "Mom?! Why is his tail still twitchin'?"
Because God made it that way. If a hungry predator made a grab at the lizard, he might pull the lizard's tail off. If the tail just lays there (lies there?) the predator will be more likely to notice the lizard skittering off as fast as he can. But if the tail twitches around for awhile, the predator might be distracted by that, allowing the lizard time to escape. It's really his only defense. He can bite, but he's got no teeth that we can see, and he's not venomous. Okay, well, he has one other defense. He'll try to poop on you. Yuck, but not scary.
Gunnar, feeling sorry for Quartz, made a closer inspection and reported that his stump wasn't bleeding - there were just a few drops of blood that were already drying.
Mom, you'll want to look away.
So, the boys were playing with the lizards today. They've named them and claim to be able to tell them apart. They're probably right.
"Quartz" is the lizard we caught earlier this week. He lives in the aquarium. "Bob", one of yesterday's catches, lives with him. We found them all snuggled together this morning keeping warm. Have I mentioned it's still pretty chilly here?
"Joe" will fight, so he has to be separated and lives in a five gallon bucket.
Anyway, they had the lizards out and were playing with them when I heard a commotion.
"Mom!"
Okay, right there, let me point something out:
Some day I'm going to do a study.
I'm going to count how many sentences in one day start with, "Mom!"
But I digress...
"Mom! Ya gotta get down here and see this! Quartz' tail fell off and it's twitchin'!"
And then, a moment later,
"Mom! Really! Momyougottaseethisit'sstilltwitchin'!"
Somehow I resisted.
So, one by one, they appeared in my office with the delightful story. And pictures.
Exhibit A
I apologize for the blurry photo - they were excited.
Notice that Quartz is indeed sporting a rather stumpy tail.
And, (not for the faint of heart):
Exhibit B
The severed tail.
I made this pic smaller, but you can click to enlarge. It really is interesting if you're not the squeamish type.
About the boys - really, they're not cruel. They weren't torturing the reptiles. They had them out to hold, and all the lizards decided to make a break for it at the same time. There was a frenzy of grabbing for them, and ta daaaa.
Besides, it was the perfect opportunity for discussion, when Gunnar (looking out the window) asked, "Mom?! Why is his tail still twitchin'?"
Because God made it that way. If a hungry predator made a grab at the lizard, he might pull the lizard's tail off. If the tail just lays there (lies there?) the predator will be more likely to notice the lizard skittering off as fast as he can. But if the tail twitches around for awhile, the predator might be distracted by that, allowing the lizard time to escape. It's really his only defense. He can bite, but he's got no teeth that we can see, and he's not venomous. Okay, well, he has one other defense. He'll try to poop on you. Yuck, but not scary.
Gunnar, feeling sorry for Quartz, made a closer inspection and reported that his stump wasn't bleeding - there were just a few drops of blood that were already drying.
Friday, May 8, 2009
Northern Alligator Lizards - Remix
Oh, I'm a lucky mom.
The boys came home from Grandpa and Grandma's with more lizards. Now they each have their own. That is, if they'll coexist in the aquarium.
Outside.
You can see two in this photo. Although one is in motion and blurry, you can see the color variation.
Then, while they were turning over the pavers to look for food for the lizards (bugs, centipedes, snails), they found an as-yet-un-photographed salamander. He looks a bit like this, and is probably an Ambystoma macrodactylum - a long-toed western salamander.
Photo from www.northwestherps.com
The boys came home from Grandpa and Grandma's with more lizards. Now they each have their own. That is, if they'll coexist in the aquarium.
Outside.
You can see two in this photo. Although one is in motion and blurry, you can see the color variation.
Then, while they were turning over the pavers to look for food for the lizards (bugs, centipedes, snails), they found an as-yet-un-photographed salamander. He looks a bit like this, and is probably an Ambystoma macrodactylum - a long-toed western salamander.
Photo from www.northwestherps.com
Mom : A Job Description
POSITION:
Mother, Mom, Mama, Mommy
JOB DESCRIPTION:
Long term, team players needed, for challenging permanent work in an often chaotic environment. Candidates must possess excellent communication and organizational skills and be willing to work variable hours, which will include evenings and weekends and frequent 24 hour shifts on-call. Some overnight travel required, including trips to primitive camping sites on rainy weekends and endless sports tournaments in far away cities. Travel expenses not reimbursed. Extensive courier duties also required.
RESPONSIBILITIES:
The rest of your life.
Must be willing to be hated, at least temporarily, until someone needs $5.
Must be willing to bite tongue repeatedly.
Also, must possess the physical stamina of a pack mule and be able to go from zero to 60 mph in three seconds flat in case, this time, the screams from the backyard are not someone just crying wolf.
Must be willing to face stimulating technical challenges, such as small gadget repair, mysteriously sluggish toilets and stuck zippers.
Must screen phone calls, maintain calendars and coordinate production of multiple homework projects.
Must have ability to plan and organize social gatherings for clients of all ages and mental outlooks.
Must be willing to be indispensable one minute, an embarrassment the next.
Must handle assembly and product safety testing of a half million cheap, plastic toys, and battery operated devices.
Must always hope for the best but be prepared for the worst.
Must assume final, complete accountability for the quality of the end product.
Responsibilities also include floor maintenance and janitorial work throughout the facility.
POSSIBILITY FOR ADVANCEMENT & PROMOTION:
Virtually none. Your job is to remain in the same position for years, without complaining, while constantly retraining and updating your skills, so that those in your charge can ultimately surpass you.
PREVIOUS EXPERIENCE:
None required, unfortunately. On-the-job training offered on a continually exhausting basis.
WAGES AND COMPENSATION:
Get this! You pay them! Offering frequent raises and bonuses. A balloon payment is due when they turn 18 due to the assumption that college will help them become financially independent. When you die, you give them whatever is left. The oddest thing about this reverse-salary scheme is that you actually enjoy it and wish you could only do more.
BENEFITS:
While no health or dental insurance, no pension, no tuition reimbursement, no paid holidays and no stock options are offered, this job supplies limitless opportunities for personal growth and free hugs for life if you play your cards right.
- anonymous
Mother, Mom, Mama, Mommy
JOB DESCRIPTION:
Long term, team players needed, for challenging permanent work in an often chaotic environment. Candidates must possess excellent communication and organizational skills and be willing to work variable hours, which will include evenings and weekends and frequent 24 hour shifts on-call. Some overnight travel required, including trips to primitive camping sites on rainy weekends and endless sports tournaments in far away cities. Travel expenses not reimbursed. Extensive courier duties also required.
RESPONSIBILITIES:
The rest of your life.
Must be willing to be hated, at least temporarily, until someone needs $5.
Must be willing to bite tongue repeatedly.
Also, must possess the physical stamina of a pack mule and be able to go from zero to 60 mph in three seconds flat in case, this time, the screams from the backyard are not someone just crying wolf.
Must be willing to face stimulating technical challenges, such as small gadget repair, mysteriously sluggish toilets and stuck zippers.
Must screen phone calls, maintain calendars and coordinate production of multiple homework projects.
Must have ability to plan and organize social gatherings for clients of all ages and mental outlooks.
Must be willing to be indispensable one minute, an embarrassment the next.
Must handle assembly and product safety testing of a half million cheap, plastic toys, and battery operated devices.
Must always hope for the best but be prepared for the worst.
Must assume final, complete accountability for the quality of the end product.
Responsibilities also include floor maintenance and janitorial work throughout the facility.
POSSIBILITY FOR ADVANCEMENT & PROMOTION:
Virtually none. Your job is to remain in the same position for years, without complaining, while constantly retraining and updating your skills, so that those in your charge can ultimately surpass you.
PREVIOUS EXPERIENCE:
None required, unfortunately. On-the-job training offered on a continually exhausting basis.
WAGES AND COMPENSATION:
Get this! You pay them! Offering frequent raises and bonuses. A balloon payment is due when they turn 18 due to the assumption that college will help them become financially independent. When you die, you give them whatever is left. The oddest thing about this reverse-salary scheme is that you actually enjoy it and wish you could only do more.
BENEFITS:
While no health or dental insurance, no pension, no tuition reimbursement, no paid holidays and no stock options are offered, this job supplies limitless opportunities for personal growth and free hugs for life if you play your cards right.
- anonymous
We now resume our regular programming...
As if life were ever normal around here.
At any rate, this is what we're doing today.
Kerry is out at the church. They've been waiting for a break in the weather to tear off part of the roof on what my boys fondly call the cookie room, (probably better known as the fellowship hall), and re-roof it - connecting it to the new addition.
In our part of the world getting two consecutive rainless days in the spring is somewhat iffy, so they're going to "make hay" as fast as they can.
The boys are up at Grandpa and Grandma's for a PTO day. I had prepared them for the possibility of rescheduling, but G and G said to go ahead and bring them :0)
Dad is doing fine. Hallelujah again! I had discussed with the boys his need to take it easy for a few days, and the probable difficulty (frustration) he'll have with this. They arrived and Tate promptly announced, "Grandpa, you're under house arrest!" And then they went downstairs and filled the wood-box.
True to form, Dad sent an email around to his friends, adding a post-script which said something like, "I'm not to lift anything heavier than 10 pounds, to avoid opening the incision in my femoral artery. My nightly bowl of ice cream is now off limits."
I think he's recovering just fine. *eyes roll*
And I am sitting home, in an uncharacteristically quiet house, trying to drag my eyes away from the sunshine outside and get my bills paid.
Hope you're having more fun than I am ;-P
At any rate, this is what we're doing today.
Kerry is out at the church. They've been waiting for a break in the weather to tear off part of the roof on what my boys fondly call the cookie room, (probably better known as the fellowship hall), and re-roof it - connecting it to the new addition.
In our part of the world getting two consecutive rainless days in the spring is somewhat iffy, so they're going to "make hay" as fast as they can.
The boys are up at Grandpa and Grandma's for a PTO day. I had prepared them for the possibility of rescheduling, but G and G said to go ahead and bring them :0)
Dad is doing fine. Hallelujah again! I had discussed with the boys his need to take it easy for a few days, and the probable difficulty (frustration) he'll have with this. They arrived and Tate promptly announced, "Grandpa, you're under house arrest!" And then they went downstairs and filled the wood-box.
True to form, Dad sent an email around to his friends, adding a post-script which said something like, "I'm not to lift anything heavier than 10 pounds, to avoid opening the incision in my femoral artery. My nightly bowl of ice cream is now off limits."
I think he's recovering just fine. *eyes roll*
And I am sitting home, in an uncharacteristically quiet house, trying to drag my eyes away from the sunshine outside and get my bills paid.
Hope you're having more fun than I am ;-P
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Good News
False alarm.
Hallelujah.
The CT showed no aneurysm. They're sending him home :0)
He'll still have some major life adjustments to make, but the "threat level" just dropped a few notches.
Hurray :0)
Julie
Hallelujah.
The CT showed no aneurysm. They're sending him home :0)
He'll still have some major life adjustments to make, but the "threat level" just dropped a few notches.
Hurray :0)
Julie
A partial update
Before they would release my dad, this morning, they decided to do an echo cardiogram, and - whoops - noticed that he has an aneurysm in his aorta.
Not so good.
So now they've got him queued up for a CT scan to get a better look inside.
Best case scenario? It's not what they think - not a big deal, and he comes home later today.
Worst case scenario? Open-heart surgery.
Or something in between?
Not so good.
So now they've got him queued up for a CT scan to get a better look inside.
Best case scenario? It's not what they think - not a big deal, and he comes home later today.
Worst case scenario? Open-heart surgery.
Or something in between?
Thanks to all who are praying
Many, many thanks :0)
I'll update later today, after Mom gets into the hospital and she and Dad see the Cardiologist.
But in the meantime, a funny story...
I'm married to Kerry and my dad's name is Kim, (and you can probably tell by the occasional photos, we're not Asian.) This has led to occasional confusion.
Like last night, when my sister dropped by the hospital on her way home. She stopped at the reception desk and asked where she could find "Kim _______", and was told, "Oh! She's in the Childbirth Center!"
Ummm.... really, no... I don't think so.
I'll update later today, after Mom gets into the hospital and she and Dad see the Cardiologist.
But in the meantime, a funny story...
I'm married to Kerry and my dad's name is Kim, (and you can probably tell by the occasional photos, we're not Asian.) This has led to occasional confusion.
Like last night, when my sister dropped by the hospital on her way home. She stopped at the reception desk and asked where she could find "Kim _______", and was told, "Oh! She's in the Childbirth Center!"
Ummm.... really, no... I don't think so.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
We interrupt your regular programming...
I thought today was going to be an ordinary day.
Not so much.
My dad called around lunch time (because he couldn't get through to my mom) to tell me that he'd stopped in at the doctor's office and they wanted him to go over to the hospital for some tests.
Okay, right there I was alarmed.
Because my dad rarely goes to the doctor. As in, almost never. Whatever is bothering him, he'd rather tough it out. But apparently he's been having some "symptoms" for about four weeks. When he exercises hard he gets short of breath, and feels like he has heartburn, or needs to burp.
But that's no reason to go to the doctor. Right?
So, since he happened to be in town today (and mom had been encouraging him to talk with the doc), he decided to drive on over to the doctor's office and make an appointment in person.
Okay, in case you missed it, that was the hand of God, people. He drove himself to the doctor without the impetus of something extreme (like 2nd or 3rd degree burns, or dangling digits).
And, whoever was working the reception desk decided that maybe he ought to be seen right then. They ran an EKG and sent him directly to the hospital for further testing, which is when he called me. (I got through to my mom, and we met him at the hospital.)
So, if you don't know my dad... when he gets nervous he talks.
A lot.
While they were hooking up IV's and sticking monitors all over his chest, and getting all his vitals he kept up a running commentary with the nurse... cracking jokes, accusing her of sadistic behavior (related to his hairy chest and all the sticky electrodes and tape), asking if she was going to shave a happy face onto his chest by the time she was done, joking with other patients about the different styles of hospital gowns, and so on.
He'd met his match in the nurse, though. A mom of three boys herself, she took him in stride. As they were wheeling him down to the Cardiac Unit he said, "I'd offer to walk if it weren't for this gown."
She shot back, "Then you'd be an ICU."
Took me a minute to process that one. :0)
But to make a long story longer, they did a Cardiac Catheterization (sent a catheter up an artery from his groin into his heart), and this is the upshot: Of the three arteries in the heart, two had some blockage, and the third was 95% blocked. He has apparently had a minor heart attack, probably sometime in the last three days, and he didn't even know it. His heart function looks good, (it's squeezing like it's supposed to), so it doesn't look like there was any permanent damage. They were able to open up the artery and put in a stent. He's spending the night in the hospital and they expect to release him tomorrow morning.
WHEW!
On the one hand, we are praising God for all the circumstances that got Dad to the hospital today. Honestly, I can't imagine my dad thinking it would be easier or more convenient to drive to the doc's office to make an appointment rather than calling from home. And, though this may sound silly, the rainy weather probably contributed to that. If the weather had been better he would probably have gone right home and been working on a project, or cutting down trees or something.
Okay, maybe I'm reaching, on the weather-factor, but we are really, really thankful that Dad got to a doctor when he did, before things got worse.
Thank. You. God.
On the other hand, this is A Big Deal. He has Coronary Artery Disease. He'll be on meds for the rest of his life, and he'll hate that.
But, possibly even more difficult and annoying, he is not to do any work or lift anything heavier than a gallon of milk for the next 7 to 10 days. And that is going to drive him absolutely nuts.
So, if you think of him, pray for him. And - especially for the next week - pray for my mom! It's going to be a full-time job for her, trying to keep him from exerting too much, too soon.
We'll be praying - a lot - because we really want him around for a lot longer.
That's my story. Thanks for listening.
Not so much.
My dad called around lunch time (because he couldn't get through to my mom) to tell me that he'd stopped in at the doctor's office and they wanted him to go over to the hospital for some tests.
Okay, right there I was alarmed.
Because my dad rarely goes to the doctor. As in, almost never. Whatever is bothering him, he'd rather tough it out. But apparently he's been having some "symptoms" for about four weeks. When he exercises hard he gets short of breath, and feels like he has heartburn, or needs to burp.
But that's no reason to go to the doctor. Right?
So, since he happened to be in town today (and mom had been encouraging him to talk with the doc), he decided to drive on over to the doctor's office and make an appointment in person.
Okay, in case you missed it, that was the hand of God, people. He drove himself to the doctor without the impetus of something extreme (like 2nd or 3rd degree burns, or dangling digits).
And, whoever was working the reception desk decided that maybe he ought to be seen right then. They ran an EKG and sent him directly to the hospital for further testing, which is when he called me. (I got through to my mom, and we met him at the hospital.)
So, if you don't know my dad... when he gets nervous he talks.
A lot.
While they were hooking up IV's and sticking monitors all over his chest, and getting all his vitals he kept up a running commentary with the nurse... cracking jokes, accusing her of sadistic behavior (related to his hairy chest and all the sticky electrodes and tape), asking if she was going to shave a happy face onto his chest by the time she was done, joking with other patients about the different styles of hospital gowns, and so on.
He'd met his match in the nurse, though. A mom of three boys herself, she took him in stride. As they were wheeling him down to the Cardiac Unit he said, "I'd offer to walk if it weren't for this gown."
She shot back, "Then you'd be an ICU."
Took me a minute to process that one. :0)
But to make a long story longer, they did a Cardiac Catheterization (sent a catheter up an artery from his groin into his heart), and this is the upshot: Of the three arteries in the heart, two had some blockage, and the third was 95% blocked. He has apparently had a minor heart attack, probably sometime in the last three days, and he didn't even know it. His heart function looks good, (it's squeezing like it's supposed to), so it doesn't look like there was any permanent damage. They were able to open up the artery and put in a stent. He's spending the night in the hospital and they expect to release him tomorrow morning.
WHEW!
On the one hand, we are praising God for all the circumstances that got Dad to the hospital today. Honestly, I can't imagine my dad thinking it would be easier or more convenient to drive to the doc's office to make an appointment rather than calling from home. And, though this may sound silly, the rainy weather probably contributed to that. If the weather had been better he would probably have gone right home and been working on a project, or cutting down trees or something.
Okay, maybe I'm reaching, on the weather-factor, but we are really, really thankful that Dad got to a doctor when he did, before things got worse.
Thank. You. God.
On the other hand, this is A Big Deal. He has Coronary Artery Disease. He'll be on meds for the rest of his life, and he'll hate that.
But, possibly even more difficult and annoying, he is not to do any work or lift anything heavier than a gallon of milk for the next 7 to 10 days. And that is going to drive him absolutely nuts.
So, if you think of him, pray for him. And - especially for the next week - pray for my mom! It's going to be a full-time job for her, trying to keep him from exerting too much, too soon.
We'll be praying - a lot - because we really want him around for a lot longer.
That's my story. Thanks for listening.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Waxing Mundane
I read other people's blogs. Lots of different kinds of blogs. My (in real life) friends' blogs. Mommy blogs. Deaf mommy blogs. Homeschool blogs. Theology blogs. Eclectic blogs. In fact, I borrowed the post title from a blog I read ;-)
It's a fascinating world.
And here is my little corner of it. And I have this tension: I don't want to pour out such ridiculously mundane trivia of our lives that nobody in their right mind wants to read. But on the other hand, too impersonal = boring.
So, I give you this Tuesday evening offering of randomness, from out house to yours.
1. The Bible reading is going great. I'm kind of in quiet awe. I don't want the boys to think that I had low expectations, but frankly, I'm a bit surprised we've made it this far.
If you're new here, we're trying to read through the whole Bible, aloud, in a year. We're using The Daily Bible, so we read an OT passage every morning at breakfast, a NT passage at lunch, and a Psalm and a couple of verses from Proverbs every evening with dinner.
Yes, we've occasionally gotten behind, like last weekend when Kerry and I went to the homeschool conference. But not so far behind that it seemed like a huge amount of effort to get caught up. And I think the boys are kind of proud of themselves :0) They often volunteer to read aloud.
This is really cool.
2. The boys got their "Summer Buzz-Off" haircuts early this year. I didn't get photos... I was a bit distracted. I usually wait for warmer weather, but Gunnar went happily off to AWANA and the next morning we were told that there was someone there with lice.
"Haircuts today!"
Ew.
3. I like to think that we live in a nice neighborhood. Maybe I'm delusional.
My first clue was the big drug bust, a year and a half ago, just around the corner. It was a big deal. Swat team, dogs, concussion grenades, etc. The house was seized and resold.
Then - unrelated - in the last two weeks the police have reopened a 19 year old "missing person" case, most likely a murder. They've been digging up the yard and basement of a house a couple blocks away.
Double ew.
4. On the way home from our sign language class we saw two more Northern Alligator Lizards. They were too fast for me, but Tate (or course!) caught one of them.
and
5. As we finished dinner Kerry commented on a goody bag Gunnar brought home last weekend. Gunnar recounted for us the wonderful awesomeness that was Juliann's party, culminating with an obstacle course involving ladders, tunnels, balancing, and "throwin' sponges at headless Barbies!"
Never a dull moment.
It's a fascinating world.
And here is my little corner of it. And I have this tension: I don't want to pour out such ridiculously mundane trivia of our lives that nobody in their right mind wants to read. But on the other hand, too impersonal = boring.
So, I give you this Tuesday evening offering of randomness, from out house to yours.
1. The Bible reading is going great. I'm kind of in quiet awe. I don't want the boys to think that I had low expectations, but frankly, I'm a bit surprised we've made it this far.
If you're new here, we're trying to read through the whole Bible, aloud, in a year. We're using The Daily Bible, so we read an OT passage every morning at breakfast, a NT passage at lunch, and a Psalm and a couple of verses from Proverbs every evening with dinner.
Yes, we've occasionally gotten behind, like last weekend when Kerry and I went to the homeschool conference. But not so far behind that it seemed like a huge amount of effort to get caught up. And I think the boys are kind of proud of themselves :0) They often volunteer to read aloud.
This is really cool.
2. The boys got their "Summer Buzz-Off" haircuts early this year. I didn't get photos... I was a bit distracted. I usually wait for warmer weather, but Gunnar went happily off to AWANA and the next morning we were told that there was someone there with lice.
"Haircuts today!"
Ew.
3. I like to think that we live in a nice neighborhood. Maybe I'm delusional.
My first clue was the big drug bust, a year and a half ago, just around the corner. It was a big deal. Swat team, dogs, concussion grenades, etc. The house was seized and resold.
Then - unrelated - in the last two weeks the police have reopened a 19 year old "missing person" case, most likely a murder. They've been digging up the yard and basement of a house a couple blocks away.
Double ew.
4. On the way home from our sign language class we saw two more Northern Alligator Lizards. They were too fast for me, but Tate (or course!) caught one of them.
and
5. As we finished dinner Kerry commented on a goody bag Gunnar brought home last weekend. Gunnar recounted for us the wonderful awesomeness that was Juliann's party, culminating with an obstacle course involving ladders, tunnels, balancing, and "throwin' sponges at headless Barbies!"
Never a dull moment.
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