Below is a list of over two dozen quotations made by my nephews, niece, sister and brother in law.
Sh*t my …
- … bro in law Says: “How come you don’t want a myPhone? Chuck Norris has one.” and “iPhone is grammatically incorrect”
- … 10 year old niece says: “I love you daddy!”. … Bro In Law Replies: “What do you want?”
- … 10 year old niece says: “Why isn’t the Croatian news in English? (offensive text omitted)”
- … bro in law says, “(Care Bears)…are fuzzy little communists”
- … bro in law says, “Go tweet yourself”.
- … 10 year old niece says (to her mom), “If you love me you wouldn’t feed me this crap.”
- … 8 year old nephew Luka says: “Its not Kung Fu Panda, its Kung Fu Luka Of Awesomeness.”
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Scooby-Doo, where are you!? Sometimes it’s hard to keep track of it but if my sister’s bike had a name I would call it Scooby-Doo. The bike disappears from the storage room and where it goes depends on its rider. My sister goes biking with her BFF for about an hour and a half once or twice a week. How much of that time is spent riding verses drinking coffee or tea somewhere I have yet to figure out and is the subject of continuous discussion between her husband and I. Ultimately it’s up to the rider to determine the bike’s purpose. For my sister, it’s a social ride. For me, this bike is a self-powered toy that I like to play with … until I got banned from riding it.
“HEY! STOP THAT DOG!” I answered the call to action today while bicycling back home from an espresso bar in Liberty Village. A little devilish dog had Houdini’d himself from his master’s leash and was making a break for it. I don’t know if the dog had any destination in mind but the way he was running seemed like he was experiencing both the joy and fear of freedom. And whether the person who made the call for action was the dog’s owner was a moot point. That dog was darting through city streets miraculously avoiding being hit by cars yet with the laws of probability that doomsday clock could strike twelve at any moment. By happenstance I was there and so was another random cyclist. From Liberty Street the dog turned North on Jefferson Ave. Like a pair of urban cowboys on horseback the other cyclist and I were working together on our bikes trying to corral him so we can trap him and grab him. But he was too quick, small and agile. He took a sharp turn into a parking lot enclosed with fences at all sides. There was a pedestrian opening at the other end and I was pedaling hard to get to it before the dog did. If I won that race I was sure to catch him since the little devil had no where to go. But I couldn’t. He was just too damn quick.
There’s nothing like spending “ME” time either vegging out on the couch looking up at the ceiling, siting on my balcony with a tasty beverage looking at scenic lake views and T.O. skyline, surfing the web just because or chillaxing at a cafe reading a book. With the exception of the last one, my brain ends up regressing if I do that daily . Do’h! ..err… Du’h! So as much as my actions ebb and flow like waves crashing onto a beach I’m currently taking FOUR continuing education classes that require me to create, build & manage Twitter, Facebook and WordPress sites while working full time. FML !! Might need some Turkish coffee, maybe with a shot of Absinthe.