tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52727273978469193752024-02-20T04:37:27.850-07:00a boy and a storytails... erm, i mean... tales while waiting for the frog to turn into a prince.dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01813124495664428595noreply@blogger.comBlogger89125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272727397846919375.post-6496429044716709122012-12-25T22:39:00.000-07:002012-12-25T22:39:00.102-07:00an appropriate giftone of the very first presents artist opened from his grandparents was some coal bubble gum.<br />
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he said 'geez, was i that bad this yea... oh wait, yeah i was.'<br />
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ha! dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01813124495664428595noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272727397846919375.post-43759213395877355052012-12-18T16:58:00.001-07:002012-12-18T16:58:38.445-07:00ode to the taco by footballoh amazing taco<br />
i love you so much<br />
every time i order you<br />
i get a bunch<br />
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oh amazing taco<br />
you delight me with your shell<br />
it crunches when i bite it<br />
it's crafted very well<br />
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oh amazing taco<br />
i love your delicious meat<br />
i have just eaten six of you<br />
whoa! what a feat<br />
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**fifth grade writing projectdawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01813124495664428595noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272727397846919375.post-11542178331608563142012-12-17T19:33:00.000-07:002012-12-17T19:33:01.009-07:00words to live bybfp (in reference to a football game): if you're gonna talk smack, at least be nice about it.dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01813124495664428595noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272727397846919375.post-83616296125956695802012-12-15T22:17:00.002-07:002012-12-17T14:01:30.065-07:00more cheese pleasehubs and i took the boys to olive garden for lunch. as i was telling the waitress how much cheese i wanted on my soup, she recognized me as a customer that had come in a few weeks earlier.<br />
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football said 'olive garden - where they know you by your cheese consumption.'<br />
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lol. dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01813124495664428595noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272727397846919375.post-42001700555373779152012-11-28T21:39:00.000-07:002012-11-28T21:39:09.406-07:00don't win!while taking the boys to school, the news had a small segment about the upcoming lottery drawing for half a billion dollars. we started taking about what we'd could do with the money if we won. one of my dreams is to take the boys out of school, hire a tutor and travel america and europe.<br />
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football was horrified. 'mom, please don't win. i like school.'dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01813124495664428595noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272727397846919375.post-40605490973160267262012-08-16T15:58:00.002-06:002012-08-16T15:58:52.377-06:00both my boys are so inappropriate!bfp and i were in the car, talking about some friends who are pregnant when football blurts out 'you aren't pregnant, are you mom?' (no, no i am not.) artist comes to my rescue saying, 'of course not. i've seen pregnant people and they look weird.' (i will TAKE that backhand compliment, son. lol.) football comes back with 'well, when pregnant people first start out, they aren't always fat and chubby and stuff.' oookay, we have etiquette to work on. not sure what to address first. :)dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01813124495664428595noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272727397846919375.post-18375255898539228912012-08-08T22:00:00.001-06:002012-08-08T22:00:24.669-06:00proper english lessonfootball: dad, have you noticed when artist gets mad he says 'the heck!'?<br />
dad: yes, i've noticed.<br />
football: it bothers me. can you make him stop?<br />
dad: why?<br />
football: he's skipping a word and it isn't the correct grammar. you should tell him he needs to say 'what the heck?' instead.dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01813124495664428595noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272727397846919375.post-51729901481222781012012-08-06T17:06:00.001-06:002012-08-06T17:06:39.637-06:00say it ain't so!football: my favorite olympic event is the women's beach volleyball. they wear bikinis and i like it.<br />
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...aaand it's started.dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01813124495664428595noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272727397846919375.post-6006302147495496482012-06-20T14:29:00.003-06:002012-06-20T14:29:19.000-06:00eeeevilartist: you know what mom? i've decided i don't like the avengers anymore. i like evil.<br />
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me: o.O<br />
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artist: it is boring to watch the good people win all the time. plus evil makes cooler outfits.dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01813124495664428595noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272727397846919375.post-10257728649764902992012-06-17T14:29:00.000-06:002012-06-20T14:30:55.904-06:00front rowfootball: how come we try so hard to get the front row in sports and concerts, but not in church?<br />
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astute observation as usual, kiddo.dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01813124495664428595noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272727397846919375.post-17660460775018734592012-05-11T08:06:00.000-06:002012-05-11T08:06:11.246-06:00cereal or milk first?<br />
football to artist: how come you put your milk in the bowl first?<br />
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artist to football: how come you don't?<br />
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football: i don't know.<br />
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artist: i like doing it right.dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01813124495664428595noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272727397846919375.post-24792587666291575392012-04-15T13:35:00.001-06:002012-04-15T13:37:48.808-06:00a rose by any other name...walking into dicks sporting goods and artist says 'dad, why did they name this store after a penis?'dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01813124495664428595noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272727397846919375.post-64859351658355092742012-04-11T22:46:00.003-06:002012-04-11T22:50:28.592-06:00peas and thank youfootball: mom, what does cannibal mean?<br />me: it is when a human eats another human.<br />artist: *shrug* a human is meat too.<br />football: you'd make a good zombie.<br />artist: thanks. it would taste better than peas.dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01813124495664428595noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272727397846919375.post-39515227991433583572012-04-09T11:11:00.001-06:002012-04-09T11:20:43.370-06:00the stench in the backon the way home after picking the boys up from hockey practice:<br />artist: it stinks back here. like really bad.<br />football: that smell is us.dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01813124495664428595noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272727397846919375.post-44276920166359783642012-02-05T18:48:00.002-07:002012-02-05T18:54:46.859-07:00faster? no, prettier.a commercial came on where a girl beat a boy speed skater and artist said 'that's not possible; a girl would never be faster than a boy. boys are awesome.'<br /><br />i said 'boys are awesome. but so are girls.'<br /><br />football said 'no, they're not. they're just pretty.'<br /><br /><br />uh, say what?!? i'm not sure if i should ground him or thank him. lol.dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01813124495664428595noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272727397846919375.post-77537892595122290152012-01-01T23:29:00.001-07:002012-01-01T23:31:03.964-07:00the shoes make the manfootball, giving advice to artist: 'i used your shoes to run outside and they are slower than mine. good thing i'll grow out of mine soon so you can get faster.'dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01813124495664428595noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272727397846919375.post-45542692504208330632011-12-30T16:57:00.002-07:002011-12-30T17:01:35.274-07:00take me to your leaderthe boys got cap guns for christmas. the blasting noise scares the puppy.<br /><br />artist lovingly consoled cocoa by petting her and saying, 'it's okay cocoa, i come in peace'. <br /><br />after she was calm, he ruined it by adding 'i come in peace but my gun doesn't'. :)dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01813124495664428595noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272727397846919375.post-27401310495870662032011-12-21T00:47:00.003-07:002011-12-30T17:02:59.730-07:00name your worthbfp and i were joking with the kids about selling them. we asked them what they thought they were worth.<br /><br />football came back with a prompt 'trillion dollars'. artist thought about it for a little while and said 'when i'm bad, you could probably only sell me for five cents; but when i'm good, it's more like three thousand million infinity dollars'.<br /><br />i want infinity dollars. i could buy a lot of stuff with that. :)dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01813124495664428595noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272727397846919375.post-42422436772781862902011-10-23T23:40:00.002-06:002011-10-23T23:42:19.297-06:00hat tricknot a funny, but football got a hat trick today in his hockey game. so very proud of him! although, he was disappointed that noone threw a hat into the rink like they do in the professionals. :)dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01813124495664428595noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272727397846919375.post-20932646219415191172011-09-27T07:51:00.002-06:002011-09-27T07:54:52.925-06:00too early to tellartist woke up at 5am this morning and took a peek outside. 'mom! i don't think there is going to be school today!'<br /><br />'why not?' i asked.<br /><br />'because it's too dark out.' i wish that's how it worked, buddy. :)dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01813124495664428595noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272727397846919375.post-13866572948361952352011-07-07T16:50:00.003-06:002011-07-07T16:54:22.569-06:00'sick' of complimentsartist was showing football a dragon that he drew and football said 'artist, this is sick!'<br />artist asked 'sick, like puking? or sick, like awesome?'<br />football answered 'sick, like awesome.'<br />artist replied 'oh, okay. i know.' and walked away.dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01813124495664428595noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272727397846919375.post-860095942338638962011-07-04T11:20:00.003-06:002011-07-04T11:29:51.147-06:00juviewe got to sit in a third floor suite during a colorado rapids match. the boys were thrilled! everything was going great until poor artist accidentally dropped his glass of ice water on a man in a second floor suite. the man was (understandably) mad and talked to security.<br /><br />artist turned white and broke out in tears. he asked 'mom, will the security guy come and take me away to juvenile? i don't want to go to juvenile.' i reassured him that they would not take him away for spilling water. :) he spent the rest of the match inside the box and watched it on tv, traumatized.dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01813124495664428595noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272727397846919375.post-6180333239092832432011-02-08T19:24:00.002-07:002011-02-08T22:43:41.343-07:00rex protectionfootball had the worst headache yesterday. bfp laid him in bed with a washclothe across his forehead. artist gave him a giant t-rex toy and said 'there might be monsters under the bed and he'll protect you if you can't do it yourself.' awww!dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01813124495664428595noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272727397846919375.post-72888301927626901602011-01-11T18:13:00.003-07:002011-02-08T19:24:49.075-07:00they are like...i gave the boys rye-crisps for a snack. <br /><br />football asked 'what are these?'<br /><br />artist replied 'they are like cat food, only better.'<br /><br />so now i am sitting here wondering... since we have never had a cat to feed, when has artist eaten cat food? and apparently rye-crisps are similar? lol.dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01813124495664428595noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272727397846919375.post-31490331007097853182011-01-09T17:23:00.002-07:002011-02-08T19:24:05.927-07:00revolutionsthe boys can not say 'resolution', even after repeated help pronouncing it. :)dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01813124495664428595noreply@blogger.com1