The Misfit Story Hour

I've mentioned it before, but I'll say it again . . . we love our misfits, but they sure do attract drama.

I have two stories for you today, both involving misfits and oddly aggressive people touching (and in one case,kicking) our company vans.

**Warning, these are not G-rated stories**

Story 1: "Bring It On"

The following is a paraphrased transcript of what transpired between a misfit (we'll call him Freddie) and the resident at an apartment complex where we do work (we'll call him Trashpo).

It was a beautiful Monday afternoon and Freddie was calmly cleaning an air conditioning vent when he noticed his machine cleaning machine stopped. He went outside and saw a man running from the company van to an apartment.

Freddie: Hey -- are you touching my s**t? (granted, probably not the warmest opening line) Trashpo: I turned that s**t down - it's too loud.
Freddie: Well, stop touching my s**t.

Trashpo went into his apartment and Freddie returned to work. About five minutes later, Freddie's machine was turned off again.

Freddie: Hey man - stop touching my s**t.
Trashpo: It's too f***ing loud, people are trying to sleep.
Freddie: It's noon - stop touching my s**t.
Trashpo: Do we have a problem here?
Freddie: Yeah, we have a problem here - stop touching my s**t.
Trashpo: Well, I'm a cage fighter - bring it on.
Freddie: Well, I'm a motherf***er - bring it on.

Thankfully, this pleasant exchange ended without any physical contact.

Story 2: Kick a Van

Our misfit (we'll call him Charlie) was taking a small short cut, driving very slowly, through a construction area (probably incorrectly) when a man (we'll call him Hickmo) jumped out and kicked our company van. Charlie stopped the van and the following is a paraphrased transcript of the conversation that followed between Charlie and Hickmo.

Charlie: Why are you kicking my van?
Hickmo: You can't drive through you van through here. Hickmo kicks the van again.
Charlie: If you kick my van again I'm going to call the police.

Charlie drives off and Hickmo calls the police. The police find Charlie and pull him over and asked him his side of the story. (Meanwhile our office gets a call from the police dispatcher saying that our van has hit something, but there is no damage to the vehicle - they obviously didn't have the story yet).

Police: OK, Charlie don't drive through a construction zone and Hickmo don't kick people's vehicles.

The end.

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Now here's a picture of Graby (who slept last night from 6:45 - 6:15 straight, no peeps) and Molly - I call it "Bring it on (the puppy kisses)".

A Sweater's Dream

Once upon a time (last November), a generous queen (we now call her Gigi) purchased a cute gray and red sweater for a little baby-to-be, Lumpy. (She also purchased a sweater with a fur collar, but that's a different sweater's dream.)

The sweater (we'll call him, Stripey) rested in a closet and waited and waited and waited, dreaming of one day being worn by little Lumpy. Little Lumpy (aka Cash, Cub, Graby) was finally born in April. Stripey got excited, but was told by all the other clothes (mostly onesies) in the closet that he was TOO BIG and TOO HOT to wear in April. The sweater was a little sad.

Months and months went by and all the other clothes got picked except for Stripey (or at least it seemed that was to him). That was until one day when a cold front came through Texas and the sweater got picked.

Avocado!

Cub's first food.

I'm not sure how much avocado he actually ate and he made some serious faces, but he did seem to enjoy making a mess and eating the plastic container.

Smells Like Running

For the first week since Graby's arrival, I ran five times in one week.

My Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday runs were short (including our first jogging stroller run) -- but since MorMor was in town Friday and Saturday morning I got two longer (by my current standards) runs completed.

The weather has been absolutely wonderful this week and I'm looking forward to more cool weather and longer runs.

Here's a little picture of the Graby and Buttin. Technically, I took yesterday's picture of cub the day before (on Friday), so I didn't cheat by taking pool pictures two days in a row.

Thirty Second Movie Review - The Social Network

The Social Network

I prefer to call it - The Facebook Movie. I don't know why people don't consult me before coming up with movie titles. No matter the title - I love, love this movie!

I Come By It Honestly

I've been criticized (won't say by who, but I'll give you one guess) lately for the "toys" I give to cub. I can't help that he enjoys playing with spatulas, candy wrappers and plastic bottles.

Well, MorMor came for a visit and you know what she brought for little cub? A tiny little flashlight - that he loved!


Mor Mor also made little cub exercise pretty much every moment that he was awake - even when he was eating, she'd make him lift his own bottle (well, help hold it anyway). He was pooped-out today. He usually takes three - one hour naps, but today (after Mor Mor left) he took a one hour nap, was awake for two hours and then asleep for three and a half hours!!!

I just spent a little time looking at all the pictures I took of cub while MorMor was here and this one absolutely cracked me up (yes, I know he's in the pool again).

Baby Free Friday - Tradeshow

We didn't win, but we had a good time.