Ten-Toe Tuesday

Okay everybody:

On the count of three, I want you all to count toes. Not YOUR toes, your younger's toes. For example: Mary is younger than Owen, so Owen counts her toes. But what about Mama? Mary can count Mama's toesies.

One,

Two,

THREE!

Soooooooo... did everyone count to ten? I hope so. Anything more or less would be a problem.

Ni-nigh,

Pa

Musical Monday

Hey everyone,

I am soooo pa-rowd to be the Pater familius of the Pash Clan. We ROCK! Last night all of us kicked out the jams in the music room and it. was. AWESOME! Olivia is the keyboard queen; Gracie and Mama are rully good drummers; Owen can sing like a rock star; Mary is also a heckuva singer. Q-ell. Super Cewell. I had a lott of funn.

You are all my favorite rock n rollers.

Love,

Guitar Papa

Three-Sock Thursday!

Hi!

Today I dug into my duffle bag and found one pair of socks and ONE MORE SOCK! That means tomorrow I have only one clean sock. Last time I checked I have TWO feet. I'm one sock short of a pair!

My solution? I'm wearing today's socks again tomorrow. Eww!

I love you all so much that I will make sure to burn those socks before stepping into the house tomorrow night (Friday).

Love,

Papaah

Hump-day Haircut!

Hi! Owen told me that he got a haircut at a barber shop today! AWESOME! I can't wait to see the resulting new 'do.

Here are some pics of famous barbers:

The Barber of Seville

The Rabbit of Seville

Floyd, the Barber of Mayberry

Tutu Tuesday!

X-Ray Monday

Hey! Livie got X-Rayed today, which may or may not turn her into a mutant. Everyone keep an eye on her; if she starts changing color or develops superpowers, alert the X-Men.

Speaking of X-Rays, one of my favorite X-Rays was the X-Ray Cafe. The X-Ray Cafe was a super-weird and super-fun rock n roll club in Portland waaaayyyyyyy back in the 1980s and '90s. Here is a picture of the X-Ray back in the day:

I didn't know any of those guys... but they look a LOT like everyone else who played at the X-Ray. All except THIS guy:

This is Elvis. Not THAT Elvis. This Elvis lives in Portland. He is a street performer who sometimes played at the X-Ray way back in the olden days. He still lives and performs in P-Town, mostly weekends at the Saturday Market. He's a terrible singer and a worse guitar player... but he has that certain something that all stars have: a CAPE!

I'm on my way to bed now...

Ni' ni',

Papa

Toasty Tew's Day

Hallo fambly!

Are you all happy, healthy, and hearty? Good.

It is almost the END of a year AND a decade. That calls for a party. Let's have one on Thursday. It'll be fun. We'll have cake and sparkling ( and non-sparkling ) apple juice, and at midnight (or sooner) we'll make a big racket with pots n pans. M'kay?

I'm going to bed. Ni Nite!

Love,
Pa

Thursday is Thor's Day!

Today is named after Thor, the Norse god of THUNDER! So, Thursdays are great days to bang on drums!

boom Bo0M BOOM!

Thor's hammer is named Miölnir... all old-school warrior-gods' weapons have names. You'll learn more about this when you read and/or watch "The Lord of the Rings" and "The Hobbit". Good stories for all of you, but not until you're a bit older... Gracie may be ready for "The Hobbit" right now.

Trivial Fact: the rock band KISS recorded a song called "God of Thunder" for its super-awesome album, Destroyer. Here's a link to the song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dZmbf_q-ZfQ&feature=related

Important Note: The KISS song really has nothing to do with Thor, Thursday, or Lord of the Rings. There are, however, drums involved... so...

Love,

Pa

Wednesday is Woden's Day

Woden is the chief Anglo-Saxon/Teutonic god. Woden is the leader of the Wild Hunt. Woden is from wod "violently insane" + -en "headship". He is identified with the Norse Odin.

This is the scariest day-name revelation so far! I spose if one were to have a bad day, Wednesday is the day to do it. Personally, I had a pretty good day. Plenty of freezing cold fresh air, plenty of ice-covered tools and building materials, plenty of moustache icicles. Good times.

Know what?

THAT'S what! Gotcha!

Love,

Da

Tuesday is Tiu's Day... Who Niu?

Did you know that Tuesday is named after the Old English/Germanic god of war called "Tiw" or "Tiu"? Neither did I! I did know that the Latin for Tuesday "Martis" is taken from Mars, the Roman god of war. Any way you slice it, Tuesday means WAR! So, stop reading and start thumb wrestling! (One, two, three, four: I declare thumb war!) Be gentle with Merry. Maybe just hold her hand and giggle.

Thanks to pbase.com for the big thumb image. And a special thanks to George and Ethel McKenna for providing us with a sense of the thumb's scale. Cheers!

Love to you,

Da'

Moonday

Did you know that Monday was named after the MOON?! Neither did I, not until a few years ago. Now YOU know.

It was super snowy on the way to work today. The roads were better suited for sleds or innertubes or sleighs or sumpin'. I wish you snow-lovers were with me today. The job site was covered in a FOOT (12 inches) of snow. Not too dry, not too wet. Juuuuuuust right. Just right for snowballs, snowmen, igloos. All kinds of fun. Do you know what we did with it? Nothing! We just shoveled it out of the way. No one even threw a snowball! What a waste!

Anyway... a little bird told me that you all were very good today. That was nice to hear. I'm sure Santa is happy to know that you are all being good children. Remember: he sees you when you're sleeping, and he knows when you're awake. He knows if you've been bad or good, so be good for goodness sake!

I love you all so much. It no fun to be all the way over in Vernal without Mama, Gracie, Livie, Owie, and Merry.

See you in my dreams...

Love,
Pap

Thursday... JAMES Thursday.

Ask Mama to explain today's title. And accept my apology for such a silly title. AND check out this picture:

Bond. James Bond. The world's greatest secret agent. Women want him. Men want to BE him. Children don't even CARE about him. And vice versa. Which is actually kind of sad, isn't it? However, there is another adventurer who not only loves children, he used to be one. His name? Jones. Indiana Jones.

Calm down, Gracie. You too, Mama.

And, now, for something completely different:

Wacky Wednesday

Hola, mi familia!

It has been a loooooooooong coooooooooooold day. My moustache froze and broke off. I do look quite silly. That's okay, I looked pretty silly yesterday too.

Here's a fun pitcher:

Jim "Catfish" Hunter had one of the best moustaches in baseball back in 1977. This is a copy of one of my old baseball cards. Enjoy.

Here's another pitcher:

You're welcome, Mama.

Love and Laughs,

Da

Two-Fer Tuesday

Hi!

I'm going to post two poems about winter/snow... Now:

Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening

by Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound's the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

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A Christmas Candle Is a Lovely Thing

A Christmas candle is a lovely thing;

It makes no noise at all,

But softly gives itself away;

While quite unselfish, it grows small.

by Eva K. Logue

Okay! Here are two jokes:

Knock Knock!

Who's there?
Cargo.
Cargo who?
Car go beep beep, vroom vroom!

Knock Knock!
Who's there?
Anna.
Anna who?
Anna body know anymore knock knock jokes?

Here are two awesome pictures:

Here are two hugs and kisses,
XOXO

Da

Mucho Snow Monday

Holy Cow! Looks like Old Man Winter has decided to come to Utah! I drove through a blizzard to get to work, only to find... more blizzard! Jeez! Here's a pic of me at work:

Anyway, it didn't really get any warmer. I'm still trying to thaw out.

Good night!

Love,

Pappy

Three-Pic Thursday

Okay! So, since you all liked the silly pictures here are some more:

How do you like them apples? Or, peanuts.

Love,

Paw

One-Liner Wednesday

Here are some one-liners for you all:

43% of all statistics are worthless.

7/5th of all people do not understand fractions.

A baby sitter is a teenager acting like an adult while the adults are out acting like teenagers.

A bargain is something you don't need at a price you can't resist.

A bicycle can't stand on its own because it's two-tired.

Ability can take you to the top, but it takes character to keep you there.

http://www.oneliners-and-proverbs.com/

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Here are some funny pics for all of you:

Until tomorrow!

Love,

Paw

Too-Late Tuesday

I can't believe it is already Tuesday! I didn't even post yesterday. Feel free to scold me next time we see each other. We have been working harder than a one-legged man in a tap-dancing contest out here. The Big Boss is pretty happy with the Crew (that's us, which includes me). That's nice, but mostly I just wanna be at home playing the drums for the Tigers.

I spoke with G. Racie Conkle earlier and she said that all the kiddles got haircuts tonight. I hope you'll send me a pitcher (in my country we call them "pictures"). Or, I'll just see you on Friday.

Time for sleepy.

Love and smoochies,

Paw

Too-full Tuesday

Hey everyone!

I just got back from an amazing place! A place of all-you-can-eat food, all-you-can-drink sody-pop, all-you-can-eat DESSERT! That place is called Golden Corral. It's a buffet (pronounced buh-fay). I went there with all of my friends from work. We were all invited to eat by the big bosses. They wanted all of the construction workers to get together for a big dinner party. We all ate so much that they had to close the restaurant early tonight! Yeeeehaw!

We HAVE to go to Golden Corral. There is something for everyone (mmmmmm... mashed potatoes, Mama) and a dessert for every sweet tooth! Thursday is Thanksgiving, and Aunt Jill would be mad at us if we went to Golden Corral instead of her house. Maybe we can go on Friday? Ice cream. Pudding. Cake. Pizza. Steak. And MORE!

Tomorrow is Wednesday. I am coming home to be with y'all for the whole rest of the week and the whole weekend. I can't wait to see you. It's been too darned long since we've been together. Don't you think? What shall we do as a family (besides Golden Corral)? Any ideas? Anyone? Bueller? (wink)

I'm up for almost anything. I'll welcome your ideas.

Love and smoochies,
Pappy

Monkey Monday!

Ooooh Ooooh Oooooh Aaaaaaah! (that's monkey for "Hallo Family!) -

How are you all? I am so very ready to come back home. Is the power on? Off? On? Good! Would you like to see a great monkey? Okay, here:

Okay, maybe not a great monkey... it's a great ape. Looks a lot like my old roommate, Roger.

Anyway, how about another great monkee pic? Here:

Hey, Hey! It's the Monkees!

How about this monkey:

And the moral of today's blog is this: monkeys bite noses. Do NOT bring monkeys home from the jungle.

Good night and God bless!

Love,

Paps