Anika wasn't too happy about the singing, but especially not happy she couldn't touch the candles. When I was trying to dress her for bed last night she kept kicking and screaming more birthday! more birthday!
Don't worry. This has happened before. -Emmet
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Friday, April 24, 2009
Thursday, April 23, 2009
BYE BYE MEGA TAN
IT'S A GOOD THING YOU GIRLS ARE HITTING THE TANNING BEDS. I HAD DINNER WITH THE FOUNDER OF "MEGA TAN". DAVE SCHNEIDER BROKE THE NEWS TO ME THAT IT IS NO LONGER BEING MADE. HE SAID THE LAST FEW BOTTLES STILL IN EXISTENCE ARE FOR SALE ON EBAY FOR $300 A BOTTLE, NO JOKE! IT'S JUST AS BAD AS DIET COKE BEING DISCONTINUED.
THE GOOD NEWS IS THAT DAVE IS IN THE EARLY STAGES OF TESTING OTHER SELF TANNERS ON THE MARKET TO FIND A REPLACEMENT FOR MEGA TAN. HE HAS FOUND ONE PRODUCT THAT DOES THE JOB. IT TOOK ME FOREVER TO GET IT OUT OF HIM. HE LIKES TO KEEP HIS GOOD FINDS A SECRET. ANYWAY, IT IS CALLED AUSTRALIAN GOLD WITH SELF TANNER. THIS IS ONLY A STANDBY UNTIL HE IS DONE EXPERIMENTING WITH ALL SELF TANNERS THAT ARE OUT THERE.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Monday, April 13, 2009
Emmet's Great Grandma Gaag
Mike lost his grandmother today. So sad. One of his cousins said this today "she has now completed her circle of life here on earth". I love that! It is so true. There will come a time for all of us when our circle here will be complete. Cherish every waking moment to the best of your ability. May God be with you till we meet again Gaag/Gaga. We Love you
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Thursday, April 2, 2009
The Ordeal
You see this top photo? We went to storage to get a bench for Janna's new house. Who could have imagined it would be in the very back, on the bottomest bottom, piled with the boxiest boxes, from floor to ceiling?
First, I had to make sure Janna understood procedure: "All the furniture likes to be referred to in the feminine. And you have to say 'git r done'. And you should grunt a lot. This junk likes it like that." At least that's how we rolled over at Skinny Bitches Moving Co. (Cara is much stronger than she looks.)
Next: to ascertain if she was really down there somewhere. We weren't about to do heavy lifting without an assurance of the little lady's exact location. I creeped carefully in, over lifetimes of stuff, reached carefully down and started to feel around blindly. "Welp, she's down there all right," said Dr. Alana "I'd say she's at least 85 % effaced and dilated to 4 or 5 centimeters. It won't be long now."
That's when the demolition derby began. Couches were sliding down the hall. Garbage bags went a flyin'. Knuckles were a bleedin'. I tried to remember my counting and breathing techniques. At around 8 centimeters, just entering transition, our She Storage wanted to give up. But we just couldn't quit now.
And then it happened! We had our hands on her. Nurse Janna was holding one end and I the other. With one last grunt of git r done she was rounding the corner and heading out the door. "She's crowning! She's crowning!" yelped Dr. Alana, suddenly realizing two guys down the hall were cracking up. They had been listening to her entire labor!
With a long sigh of relief, her ordeal was finally over. We wrapped the 80 pounder in Brandon's pink blankie and laid her in the back of the pick up. A girl. A sweet little girl. Congratulations Janna. She's just beautiful!
The team went right back to work. There were some third degree tears but we got her back together. In fact, I think she looks better than before.
First, I had to make sure Janna understood procedure: "All the furniture likes to be referred to in the feminine. And you have to say 'git r done'. And you should grunt a lot. This junk likes it like that." At least that's how we rolled over at Skinny Bitches Moving Co. (Cara is much stronger than she looks.)
Next: to ascertain if she was really down there somewhere. We weren't about to do heavy lifting without an assurance of the little lady's exact location. I creeped carefully in, over lifetimes of stuff, reached carefully down and started to feel around blindly. "Welp, she's down there all right," said Dr. Alana "I'd say she's at least 85 % effaced and dilated to 4 or 5 centimeters. It won't be long now."
That's when the demolition derby began. Couches were sliding down the hall. Garbage bags went a flyin'. Knuckles were a bleedin'. I tried to remember my counting and breathing techniques. At around 8 centimeters, just entering transition, our She Storage wanted to give up. But we just couldn't quit now.
And then it happened! We had our hands on her. Nurse Janna was holding one end and I the other. With one last grunt of git r done she was rounding the corner and heading out the door. "She's crowning! She's crowning!" yelped Dr. Alana, suddenly realizing two guys down the hall were cracking up. They had been listening to her entire labor!
With a long sigh of relief, her ordeal was finally over. We wrapped the 80 pounder in Brandon's pink blankie and laid her in the back of the pick up. A girl. A sweet little girl. Congratulations Janna. She's just beautiful!
The team went right back to work. There were some third degree tears but we got her back together. In fact, I think she looks better than before.
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