Like A Monkey Doin' A Math Problem: Wordless Wednesday

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Wordless Wednesday

7 comments:

GreenJelloMarch 18, 2009 at 1:40 PM
I go for the fish, you go for the frogs. :)

Love the pic, especially his eyes!
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JenMarch 18, 2009 at 3:05 PM
oh yuk :D

Arent boys gross!!!
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UnknownMarch 18, 2009 at 4:01 PM
I could no more touch a frog than chew my right arm off.
Eeeeuwww!
My daughter picks up worms like they are twigs and I run a mile!
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Captain DumbassMarch 18, 2009 at 8:05 PM
My three year old is sitting in my lap eating yogurt. He just spit it all over himself to tell me your son is carrying a frog. I'm blaming you.
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CaseyMarch 19, 2009 at 7:44 PM
I think there's a similar picture of Dennis the Menace holding a frog out there somewhere. Jones is way cuter though and probably way less annoying too!
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KeelyMarch 20, 2009 at 7:19 PM
Hehheheh, boys and their frogs. Actually, KIDS and their frogs. I loved em when I was a kid too.

Both the frog and Jones have the same devilish look in their eye.
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NatalieMarch 21, 2009 at 1:15 AM
He,he,he, I love little boys! What a fantastic moment.
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Welcome to my place. It's much neater here than where we actually live. Our family lives on a cranberry bog on the far West Coast, in a well-built house we've been slowly remodeling for the past 7 years.

I have just celebrated my 39th birthday for the first time. Liked it so much I may just celebrate the anniversary of said birthday from here on out. Then I will always be younger than my partner in crime, S.P., my husband of almost 15 years. In the beginning his initials stood for "Super Pharmacist", but now through the remodeling and renovations I have found his talents require more initials. He can paint, he can plaster, he can paper, he can pound nails. And of course, lest I forget, the man can PARENT!
Enter the kids, sometimes called "Thing one and Thing two". Pony Girl, age nine, still loves books, horses, and us. I know someday the pre-teen angst will appear but so far, not yet. She has been tall, slim and blonde forever and no matter how much I feed her all that seems to grow is her feet. And my baby, who I guess is officially no longer that now that he's seven, is Jones. He has always been Jones, since our days in the nursery rocker. I can't explain why; guess it's just a mom-thing.
We also have a fabulous Lab named Lilly, who chases balls, birds and kids and steals carrots from the horse. She no longer makes messes in the bathroom, however.
My job, outside of wrangling this crew of colorful characters and keeping a passable household, is teaching. Right now I do guest stints (subbing) at the school my kids attend. I like to refer to myself and the other subs as "guest teachers" ever since a sixth-grade boy at one job told me a sub was just a massive vessel full of seamen. Since then, "guest teacher" just sounds better...
There's lots of other stuff that goes on around our zoo and you'll probably hear and see about some of it sooner or later. I like to cook so there will probably be some recipes. I love to read so there will be some stuff about books. Sometimes I am opinionated and in a small town that can get a person in trouble so there may be some pissing and moaning. You just never know. I always try to be tactful and not offend, but it's a big wide world out there and somebody may not like me. O' well..

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Wordless Wednesday

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