Musings from Lo

I took Lola to get smoothies at Robeks this afternoon. I got Jack and me Fit shakes, which are made from the miraculous acai berry, which is believed to make you smarter, wealthier, and prettier. Lo got her usual Hummingbird, which makes you talk a lot. Back in the car, we had this conversation:

Lo: Can I taste Jack's?

TR: You don't like Fit shakes.

Lo: I know. But I hate it so much, I just want to taste it again.

TR: Fine.

Lo: Blech! How do you drink those things?!

TR: I looooove it. It's like chocolateberry.

Lo: It's diss-GUSTING. Hey, I'm going to read what's on the cup to you. "Check out our selection of wholesome sandwiches and other healthy eats. It's great tasting food that's good for you too!" Why do they say that? It does NOT taste good.

TR: They're talking about the sandwiches and stuff. You haven't even tried them.

Lo: I know, but they say they're good for you, so they must taste bad.

TR: That Hummingbird is good for you, and you like it.

Lo: Not since I opened the lid and saw the color. You know how you like something, and then you find out what's in it and you don't like it any more?

TR: No, I don't know.

Lo: Like if you were eating a piece of meat you thought was really good, and then you found out it was human butt.

Today in Pictures

Our plan was to get up early to go mountain biking, but we woke up to this:


Luckily, one of our neighbor's has a tree removal biz and was able to clear it away by noon. No major damage. This is the second Bradford Pear to split on us in two weeks. It's bad enough they make your yard smell like morning at the Chicken Ranch.

In the meantime, we couldn't reach JackMan on his cell phone, even though I'd given him the new driver's "Answer-your-phone-so-I'll-know-you're-not-dead-in-a-ditch" speech earlier this week, so we went to his buddy Dennis's to make sure he was alive and to see his head in person. I had only seen the photo I posted yesterday, myself. I told them they look like Chia Heads.
Finally, we were able to drive to Ellijay to ride Bear Creek trail. Seven miles up a mountain with wet socks and shoes from falling into Bear Creek is a lot easier when there's scenery like this at the top:


While resting, we had our usual conversation:

Biggy: How long do you think it would take them to find your body?

TR: Way longer than it would take me to find your ass from the spirit world.

Saturday Things You Might Not Know

I came across this as I was searching for an image for a future post. This is not photoshopped, as verified here.

Cry About It

On the Phone With Jack

TR: You called?

Jack: Yeah. What are you doing?

TR: Working.

Jack: I just wanted to know if I should put Fay in her cage.

TR: Where are you going?

Jack: To get my head shaved.

TR: Oh. Then you should put her in the cage.

Jack: I did.

TR: Where are you going to get it done?

Jack: Dennis's. I'm here already.

TR: Nobody's using a razor on your head, are they?

Jack: We're just buzzing.

TR: OK. You got a camera?

Jack: Yep.

A Little Slice of Home for George

Friday Nostalgia

The Jayhawks, 1995. I miss this band.

Ask, And Ye Shall Receive

Here is the Georgia Tree I've started. I'd like to make it a community affair, with her family and friends contributing. Send or tell me things that remind you of her, and I'll hang them. Or send things that you think will remind her of you--Blaise, Kevin, Sadie? Every week, I'll post a photo of its evolution. Six weeks to go.

Georgia is not enjoying her gig in Costa Rica. She's eating fish sticks and sleeping with mosquitoes. There are lizards in her dresser drawers.

I'm hoping this will cheer her up.

Hey Mamoo, Thanks for This

I just found him in the bag Lo brought home from my mom's last weekend.

Tonight: Melissa Delbridge at A Cappella Books

Meet the lovely Ms. Delbridge live and in person. For more information/directions, go to the A Cappella website.

FYI

In The Car With Lola

Because Lola was deemed contagious and not allowed to go to school until tomorrow, Biggy and I tag-teamed taking care of her today. The plan: morning shift for me, and Biggy would meet us at Portfolio Center at noon, so I could get ready for my one o'clock class. On the way into town, Lo asked me to quiz her, a frequent request, and we started with spelling. As I often do, I looked around on the roadside for word ideas:

TR: Left.

Lo: Mom! That's too easy!

TR: Median

Lo: Huh? What's that?

TR: OK! Oil.

Lo: Boil?

TR: Fine. Boil.

Lo: But what did you say?

TR: I said OIL, but BOIL is fine.

Lo: Boil like that lady who always picks her son up from ASP has on her face? Do you know who I'm talking about?

TR: No, I don't think I've seen her.

Lo: Yes you have. She looks like she's got a big wad of gum in her mouth.

TR: Sick!

Lo: What exactly IS a boil anyway?

TR: I don't really know--some kind of infected bump. But I was thinking boil like 'boil water.'

Lo: On Fairly God Parents, Elmer has a big red boil named Bob on his face. Bob has a mouth and talks and controls Elmer.

TR: Seriously?! Who makes this sh-crap up?! Can you just spell it already? Or choose a different word?

Lo: That woman at ASP, with the boil on her face--do you think when she's asleep at night, if she rolls over on it, it will pop? I've been wondering about that.

TR: Oh my god, Lo! Can we change the subject?

Lo: What's inside a boil?

Separated at Birth

Dear Georgia, Here's What You Missed Sunday:

This was slap in the middle of the day, when you were feeling homesick and worried about how the world back here might be changing without you...


Lola napping. She has a little case of Strep.


Jack waking from a nap. He has a little case of Teen.


Pepa hunting crickets.


Roxy admiring himself in the mirror.


Rusty snacking. Blocking Tebow from snacking.


Laverne checking to see if I gave the guinea pigs snacks.


Fay and Daisy guarding the stairs until Biggy gets back from riding his bike.

Stella guarding the couch.

Timmy guarding his rock.


Me, just back from the Y, guarding my bra fat.

Separated at Birth