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Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Plum Covered Up

INTRODUCING SIR CHARLES THUNDERBOLT FUBATTI, JUNIOR, A.K.A. "THE SPECKLED DEVIL"
My blogging career came to an abrupt end this summer.  Sorry 'bout that.

For whatever it's worth, the story is that we've been busier in the past 3 months than I can remember.  Ever.

Working.  Churching.  Schooling.  Learning-to-Ride-Bikes-Yourselfing.   Furry-Speckled-Devil-Semi-Children-Acquiring.  You name it.  Real busy.  I mean, plum covered up.  And listen, where I'm from, when you get PCU, you're 5 kinds of slammed, dude.

So I can guarantee virtually nothing in the way of future postings around here.  But if I had a CJMP to-do list, and I don't, that nonexistent list might look like:
  1. Fess up to the incredibly unwise decision to essentially start filming Planet Dog Part Deux:  The Fiasco
  2. Document Jack (magically?) learning to ride the sweetest bike ever (emphasize sweet in the technical, bike shop dude, non-mommyblogger sense)
  3. Post a coupla recent sermons/classes
  4. Record Caroline Fubatti Jane's ridiculousness and foibles and inability, nay, refusal to negotiate anything, at any time
  5. Talk about how shockingly grown up JMW has become, apparently in the last 45 minutes (NOTE:  conspicuously avoid discussing how painfully old that makes us feel)
But to demonstrate some good faith, y'know, to all 3 of you out there... and because some random lady in Boise, Idaho has been harassing us for pictures, here we are.  So it's going to be THAT way, huh?!  Fine then.  Fine.

Eat your heart out, people.






Thursday, July 17, 2014

Documenting Summer

Summer strolls along.  Were there some completely normal mild concussions (Caroline) and also completely normal partially torn Achilles tendons (Jack) along the merry way?  You bet your back righthand Levi's pocket there were.  Again, completely normalAll is well!.  (UPDATE:  Make that a partially torn Achilles tendon with a steaming side of heel fracture.  Terrific.)

But yeah, willingly (!) launching yourself off high/softish objects only to slam suddenly onto much lower/hardish objects is quite the fad around our pad, man.  The folks in the doctor's office laugh at Majesty when she comes in the door.  Because it's the seventh time.  This week.

We can only hope the fad is temporary.  I mean, at this point I'd welcome the return of disco.

Behold inter alia Groupie Dragonflies, The Brazen Misappropriation of Other People's Ginger Ale, Royal Weddings, and (Allegedly) Illegal Fireworks Celebrating Royal Weddings.












Friday, May 23, 2014