Swing, plee

The picture on the left is from June 4, 2006, the picture on the right is from today. I finally put Abbie's swingset back together. She was quite pleased. I wondered if she would still like to swing as much as she did before. She does, only now she can say, "Swing, plee." The "z" sound at the end of please has not been figured out yet. She was not at all happy to get out after her swing. Abbie does seem to be learning please, thank you, and your welcome. Although they are sounding more like "plee, cank you, welcome" she does get the timing right of when to say each.

Happy Birthday Ralph

My father-in-law turned 70 on St. Patrick's Day. Abbie learned this rendition of Happy Birthday for him. He has the birthday present that keeps on giving: kidney stones. He is going in on Monday to try and break them up. Ralph and Janice are great in-laws. They have always been supportive and never tried to make our decisions for us. But, since June 9, 2005, they seem to be interested in one member of our family much more than the others! We are planning on having a party this weekend for Ralph, it should be a HOOT! Have a good weekend.

"That really grinds my gears"

You want to know what really grinds my gears?

1. Cell Phone etiquette

-how many times do you see someone driving who is NOT on a cell phone?

-I hate those little earpiece phones that people wear around so they do not even have to hold their cell phone while they talk. I think people wear them because they think they look cool, THEY DON'T.

-I hate it when people come to drop off or pick up a prescription and continue their call while I am trying to talk to them. They even seem bothered that I would interrupt their call. That is just about as rude as you can be without actually saying, "You are worthless to me."

2. Beating up on Wal-Mart

-I know that Wal-Mart underpays its people, runs mom and pop stores out of business, and just generally ruins the areas that they are built in, but what is the big deal? Just because it is the biggest corporation in the world, does that mean it is evil? I about went through the phone this past week at another PHARMACIST because he said I was giving away my prescription counselling for free. He said that since we were selling prescriptions for $4 that we had to either not be counselling or doing it for free. I went back and forth with him some and he finally said, "Did you go to OU or Southwestern?" When I told him Southwestern, he said "That figures." Man I was hot. Just because I choose not to have my own pharmacy and work at a chain, I am selling out and devaluing my education? Give me a break.

I could go on, but I think that is enough ranting for one evening. Remind me to tell you about Abbie playing Rockband and Guitar Hero. It is pretty funny. She is becoming a glory hound.

Father's Day

"I tried hard to have a father, but instead I had a Dad." -"Serve the Servants," Nirvana


I have come to a conclusion. This is a serious issue and one that I have thought about long and hard. I know many of you may not believe this one but I am sure I am right. Ready? OK, here it is: I LOVE AND ADMIRE MY FATHER VERY MUCH. Shocking, isn't it? I came to this realization as I thought about how I have seen my father in people around me. My Chemistry professor and advisor in college, Dr. Baxter, reminded me of my father very much. A couple of pharmacists that I have worked with reminded me of dad. And, most recently, Hugh Laurie in House, reminds me of dad. Let me explain the last one, I do not mean he reminds me of dad in how he acts to people. He just looks like dad. His eyes and expressions make it seem like my father is playing that part. When House bought a motorcycle, and then had a migraine (even though it was self-induced) it was just like, hey this sure reminds me of dad. House is also very intelligent, and he does the right thing (even if his methods to get there are somewhat shady). I say all this to illustrate that when I see my father in others I feel like it is a tribute to him. I and my father are not the best communicators on the planet (just ask our wives), but the example that he gave me in his actions was far more than he could ever say. I just hope I can have a similar impact on Abbie.


This is one of the songs that Abbie learned at Mother's day out. It is heard in the halls of our home almost as much as the B,B,C's and "How I wonder what you are."

ABC's

If I have not stated that Abbie loves the alphabet song, let me say that ABBIE LOVES THE ALPHABET SONG. Although it is not completely intact, the tune is unmistakable. As you can hopefully hear in the video, B is her favorite letter. So if you can imagine her singing "B,B,C,B,E,F,G..." about 20 times in an hour, then you can basically hear what it is like around here. It really is cute.

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