Monday, July 24, 2006
And the award for lamest weekend goes to...
Wow! That weekend just flew by, and not much of it seemed worth documenting. I helped Roger set up his computer, we took Rylee to karate and otherwise just stayed at home.
We did purchace an agility kit for Lilly, though, and Kristen is hard at work running her dog through a tunnel, over a high-jump and around slalom poles to achieve that championship status that all bichon-frise/poodle crosses deserve.
Doesn't that kid look like he's about to pop? I'm pretty sure he just needs a quick bathroom break while his Quaalude induced side-tippin’ brother needs to visit a 12-step clinic.
Lilly is very adept at sitting in the pause box for an undetermined amount of time (I say undetermined because when my girls count to 30, I'm pretty sure it takes them about 45 seconds), running through the tunnel and jumping over the high-jump. She hasn't taken to the slalom poles quite as fast, but with Kristen's determination Lilly will be zooming through there with ease.
Seeing as I'm making fun of people I don't deserve to, I thought I'd make a mention about Mr. Cartoon Walker. I saw Mr. Cartoon Walker today as I was crossing the street from the coffee shop to my place of work. He was crossing at an adjacent intersection. What caught my eye were his carefree jaunt and his loosely held arms. I did a quick (3 hour) sketch up of his walk in MS Paint:
Notice the way Mr. Cartoon Walker's wrists do not lock when his arms come to the apex of their arc. That is how Mr. Cartoon Walker walked. He seemed very happy in a carefree, I'm not gonna let the world get me down kind of way.
I guess I'm not actually making fun of Mr. Cartoon Walker (well, except by giving him the name “Mr. Cartoon Walker”), but I'm actually advocating a positive pedestrian experience. I believe I have related to many my theory that people would get along much better if we all just skipped. Not only that, but we'd be getting our heart rates up, increasing our cardiovascular activity, thus prolonging our lives. Maybe I should start an advocacy group like those milk pushers.
Muh-muh-muh moo cows, muh-muh-muh make milk, it’s the only thing that we adore! When the muh moon shines, on the cah cow shed, we hope the cows are makin’ plenty more!
We did purchace an agility kit for Lilly, though, and Kristen is hard at work running her dog through a tunnel, over a high-jump and around slalom poles to achieve that championship status that all bichon-frise/poodle crosses deserve.
Doesn't that kid look like he's about to pop? I'm pretty sure he just needs a quick bathroom break while his Quaalude induced side-tippin’ brother needs to visit a 12-step clinic.
Lilly is very adept at sitting in the pause box for an undetermined amount of time (I say undetermined because when my girls count to 30, I'm pretty sure it takes them about 45 seconds), running through the tunnel and jumping over the high-jump. She hasn't taken to the slalom poles quite as fast, but with Kristen's determination Lilly will be zooming through there with ease.
Seeing as I'm making fun of people I don't deserve to, I thought I'd make a mention about Mr. Cartoon Walker. I saw Mr. Cartoon Walker today as I was crossing the street from the coffee shop to my place of work. He was crossing at an adjacent intersection. What caught my eye were his carefree jaunt and his loosely held arms. I did a quick (3 hour) sketch up of his walk in MS Paint:
Notice the way Mr. Cartoon Walker's wrists do not lock when his arms come to the apex of their arc. That is how Mr. Cartoon Walker walked. He seemed very happy in a carefree, I'm not gonna let the world get me down kind of way.
I guess I'm not actually making fun of Mr. Cartoon Walker (well, except by giving him the name “Mr. Cartoon Walker”), but I'm actually advocating a positive pedestrian experience. I believe I have related to many my theory that people would get along much better if we all just skipped. Not only that, but we'd be getting our heart rates up, increasing our cardiovascular activity, thus prolonging our lives. Maybe I should start an advocacy group like those milk pushers.
Muh-muh-muh moo cows, muh-muh-muh make milk, it’s the only thing that we adore! When the muh moon shines, on the cah cow shed, we hope the cows are makin’ plenty more!
