The One Joy of Having 3-Month-Old Quadruplets

Okay. I've seen this video about a bazillion times and I still tear up from smiling so much (if that's even possible). Motherhood has changed me. I probably couldn't make a layup right now and I'd most likely cry about that too.

Personal Ad Found in Moscow Tribune

Single white aggresive,



Spiritual,



And tempting female



Seeks handsome male.



Enjoys being snuggled in the cool weather



Only to have romantic evenings by the fire later.



Doesn't mind being strung along.



Also likes to have a little fun and commit an occasional misdemeanor.

Lamentation 1:1

I used to be so clever at writing, brimming with ideas. See, for example, blog post on this blog of Thursday, December 11, 2008. Hilary has told me that my blogging's dull; I just tell her, once again, "you're not the bossa me!" but I know she's right.

Law school has crushed clever writing and now all I can think about is jurisdiction, conjunctive or disjunctive elements in statutes and prima facie cases, and per stirpes with representation inheritance. Those are real things, not like "axio ab delicioso," which phrase I might try on a final now that I am a carefree 3rd year student.

If you knew what I was talking about then you might be a lawyer, and I feel sorry for you (not that you're a lawyer, but because you got weird birth marks on your face)

Which reminds me of my favorite poem I read in a coffee shop in Pocatello, back when I read chapbooks resting on cofee shop tables and not the MRPC.

When I see people with birth marks and funny moles
on their faces and stuff like that,
I laugh at them

And then they see
I don't got no teeth.

At least I'm not studying rocket science.




There's also a good blonde joke waiting to be inspired by this video.
I'm talkin to you, dad, lawyer who does have some cleverness left in him on at least 1/3 of his jokes. .333 is a great batting average.

Love Andy

I'm voting for Keith Allred

I'm voting for Keith Allred, and I encourage you to do the same.
I met him while he was campaigning up here in Moscow, and he seems like a very nice, down to earth, and bright guy. He has a PhD in conflict resolution, he's a former bishop, he supports education and economic growth in Idaho, and he's tall and handsome (which I can totally relate to).

Hilary also is voting for him, of her own accord, even though she's usually a republican kind of girl.

Here's his website.

Any dentist friends and family of ours should check out the recent story about the surprise and harsh medicare cuts for dental coverage by Otter's administration.

Any teachers, prospective teachers, or college students should also compare Otter's education-cutting policy to Allred's support of education.

Feel free to post any disagreeing comments. It won't hurt my feelings.

http://www.allredforidaho.com/home.aspx

Norah's Favorite Movie Star is Norah

A boring (but cute to us) video of Norah.



Norah watching said boring video.



Does this mean our 8 month is a narcissist?

Not Necessarily the Top Three Reasons, but Three Resons Nonetheless of Why We Love Moscow

3. These guys playing on the sidewalk just down the street from the Farmers' Market in front of the tye-dye shop (yeah, a lot of tree-huggers live here).



2. Being surrounded by rolling wheat fields 50 miles in every direction (except in the direction of those mountains apparently).



1. And it's almost in northern Idaho--one of the most beautiful places on Earth.

Is it 1942 Germany?

For those of us who thought the Aryan Nation movement in northern Idaho died with the closure of their compound, we stand corrected. Small, innocent, one-horse-town St. Maries, Idaho isn't as innocent as it appears.



This is only one of dozens of Nazi knives sold at the family friendly Paul Bunyan Festival (it's a logging town).

And here's a picture of Norah and Andy just for kicks, not because they're Nazi sympathizers or anything.

Norah's Time-Out Chair

Our apologies to the wheat farmer whose field we slightly trampled.

I Thought Pocatello was a Hick Town

Picture this. Me, standing over the stove, cooking eggs and hash browns, singing this song with all the inflection of my tone-deaf voice and throwing in an occasional hip swivel for added effect when Andy says, "What song are you singing?"

Either I really am the worst singer in the world or Andy needs to be introduced to a little country culture.

Answer? Most likely both, but he's probably never even heard of Garth Brooks either.

You Wouldn't Understand

You know when you tell someone about something funny that happened to you and another friend they haven't ever met and it's not as funny to that someone as it was to you and your friend at the time that it happened?

Meet my family.

Probably not as funny to you as it is to us.

Young Guns

Arms sure can say a lot about who wins triathlons.

Run for the Cure or Run from the Condition

I think I'm going to host a fun run to raise money to help find a cure for Norah's new condition. Not sure what the malady is called though. If I have a say in the matter, I think I'd name it Screaming Eaglitis or Baby Raptoritis. Andy's brother said it sounds like a Michael Jackson interpretation. Maybe I'll call it King of Popitits. And although I'd be raising money to help find a cure, most likely it would go toward increasing her wardrobe because I'm pretty sure I know the only cure for this condition--a larynxectomy.