Isotopes, you say?
That's what we said. Bryan and I both remembered the term from our days in chemistry. The lady in front of us thought it had something to do with rubbing alcohol. The man in front of us said it had something to do with a Native American flower or jewelry. Eventually he looked it up on his PDA and read the chemistry related definition. I figured it had to be due to the scientific facilities in that area. Turns out the name came from the TV show "The Simpsons." Go figure. Anyway, we enjoyed making fun of it. Sorry to offend any Albuquerque readers. It just seemed such a funny name!
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The other day Colby said "You're kind of like a table to Dallin, Mom."
"A table??"
"Yeah, because we eat at a table and Dallin eats at you. So you're like a table!"
Up to the table, Dallin!
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For my birthday I would like a new van, please. For some time now the handles on both sliding doors have been broken. Quite inconvenient, since you have to open the front door, reach around and push the handle button of the sliding door, and push it open from the inside.
Well now the handle button on the driver side is broken as well, so it doesn't open at all. So we have to do the reach around thing on the passenger side, all the kids have to crawl under or around Dallin's car seat, and to buckle or unbuckle all the car seats requires standing and reaching over Dallin's car seat, or crawling around it ourselves.
Bryan reminded me that I am a Shepherd, after all. Just wait until the sliding door on the passenger side breaks as well, then everyone can climb through the front doors. Just like his family had to do at one time.
Use it up,
Wear it out,
Make it do,
Or do without.
Sigh.
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And finally, we had more rain and wind yesterday.
Jeez Louise, what is it with falling trees?
2 comments:
Ah, but maybe you can claim some of genetics though infusion into the family blood line. I get my car fixed all the time. Dave thinks I'm excessive, but don't worry. He keeps his car in (minor) disrepair.
For me, as a Mom, the lack of working doors is safety issue. If I had to get the kids out in a hurry, could I? Again, Dave thinks I'm hyper, but there you go. I'll keep reading to see what happens here. Love your blog!
I agree. You do not want to aspire to be the kind of Shepherd that makes kids crawl through the front. Make Bryan get it fixed....
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