D-Day

Dash and Kaed and I had a major wrestling match last night. In our undies. Like the Greeks used to (Greeks were actually nude...). Kaed would send Dash in to distract and take the initial onslaught from Daddy, then he'd pile on (nice strategy big brother). It's so fun that they're both old enough to do things like this. Boys being boys - I love it.

I picked up Dash from the nursery at church a week ago and he was wearing a diaper...and that's it on his legs. I guess when one of the workers took him potty he peed on his pants and undies on accident. Dash did not seem to mind.
Looked funny.

Speaking of looking fun, Kaed got 4 bottom teeth pulled at the dentist this week! He had some permanent teeth coming in but his baby teeth weren't loose yet. I think the tooth fairy granted him $20 for the mass oral evacuation. Holy cow... $20?!? I don't think I got twenty bucks for all my teeth combined! (but that was back when I had to walk up hills both ways to school. In the snow of course.)

Todays verse that helped: 2 Corinth. 4:18 "So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal."

O's and E's

*When I told Dash I was going to play drums at church yesterday he looked at me and said, "Worship?"

*Yesterday, Jan. 19th, was somebody's birthday (whom I know) and I can't remember who's it is. It's making my brain itch. I apologize if it was yours.

*Today, Jan. 20th, is also someone's birthday whom I don't know.

*Today's word of the day (compliments of Urban Dictionary.com) is for the ladies: Manicorn- a mythical male creature who is successful (read: pursuing his passion and can pay his bills), funny, chivalrous, masculine (read: not chauvinistic), adventerous, and artistic (read: not suicidal).

*The band Elbow is not awful.

*I need to take down my Christmas tree.

63!

63...
why is this relevant...?
hmmmmm.......

Oh, right! It's how Buster (Ace) and Murdok are now. In dog years anyway. It was their birthday yesterday - #9 in human years. They've exceeded all expectations. Murdok is a white boxer, for those who know nothing about me, and don't usually make it past birth - and if they do they're usually deaf or blind or both. Genetically inferior. But he survived birth very healthily, survived me running over him with my truck going 30mph, and survived a softball sized tumor on his ribcage. He has... the heart of a champion. If he could speak English, I always imagined that he'd talk like the HomestarRunner. I can still remember when I brought Murdok home from the Tack's when he was 9 weeks old. Mom was mad at me and swore that she'd never lift a finger for him. . . (I hadn't moved out yet). . . and when I came home from work the first day of having him, Mom was teaching him how to sit. He's been melting hearts ever since. Such a good dog. And maybe the coolest name for a dog ever. I used to think that no creature (dog, human or otherwise) would make me laugh more than Murd. That is, until Dash came along. There are some very interesting parallels between Dash and Murdok:
1. Both are firstborns and have a brother(s)
2. Both are very funny
3. Both have short hair
4. Both pooped in my tub
5. Both love each other
6. Both love rock music
7. Both love to chase
8. Both are impossibly awesome to sleep with (size of bed matters not)
I could go on...
I got Buster 7 months later. He is one of Murd's brothers - same bitch, same batch. (*snicker*) Dude was hyper from the get-go. So fast. Also the runt. Not only did he have "little dog syndrome", but he only had 1 nard. That's why I named him Ace (Buster was his Christian name given to him by his original owners and has since gone back to it since the nard-removal procedure). He too has survived 2 attacks by cars. Buster has calmed down quite a bit and has been incredibly well behaved (even as an indoor dog for a stint) ever since my dad, who loves dogs, once said "Andy, if he doesn't shape up, I'm getting rid of him," - to his face. No lie. The change was instant. Divine even. You can check him out on MySpace too.

Cheers to the best dogs ever, turning 9.