On the way to drop the boys off at the sitter this morning I was asked if there were brick roads when I was a kid. I said yeah, there were a few like the ones we drive on in Orrville.
One of the boys said (in a very serious, not-mischievous-at-all-kind-of-way) "OH! So there were paved roads when you were a kid!"
I said "Of course."
Another said "There was asphalt?"
"Of course. Just how old do you think I am?" I replied, not certain whether to be amused or insulted.
Curious, I asked what else they thought there wasn't when I was a kid. The few I remember are:
~ Color TV
~ Radio
~ PlayStation (Ok. Maybe not, but we had Atari.)
~ Hand held gaming systems (Hey! I remember when gameboy came out.)
I was waiting for one of them to say 'automobiles' but that one didn't come out.
August 19, 2009
August 15, 2009
The Bat
While outside Mark noticed a bat hanging from an upstairs shutter. It was an odd thing to see at 5:30 in the evening. We were all captivated by it, though all it did was hang there upside down. Even the neighbors came over for a gander at the critter.
Isn't it cute?!
The evening passed by as usual, except we happened to cook out over a fire in the back yard beneath the seemingly slumbering bat. We celebrated Orin's birthday with friends of his. After the gifts were opened and the food and such was cleared away, I ventured upstairs to the window where the bat was hanging out to see if I could snap a closer picture of it.
(I know, it's blurry - I was nervous.)
Mark, Matthew and a neighbor boy were standing in the driveway watching. I opened up the window and took a picture or two then thought it would be fun to make it move. Though Mark warned me it would fly directly into my hair, they were going to toss me a stick with which to poke the poor thing.
I chickened out. Instead I blew towards it.
Two puffs of air was all it took. That little sucker took off like a streak! I heard a completely horrified holler come from somewhere deep inside me. I thought for sure it would fly into my hair and then into the bedroom to which the window was open. As fast as it took off, I was back inside the window with the screen pulled down tight. While I was sliding back in the window the bat dive-bombed Mark. All three guys in the driveway shrieked like little girls and ran with arms flailing.
Oh, how I wish I had the scene on video. I laughed so hard. I love it when guys scream like little girls.
Isn't it cute?!The evening passed by as usual, except we happened to cook out over a fire in the back yard beneath the seemingly slumbering bat. We celebrated Orin's birthday with friends of his. After the gifts were opened and the food and such was cleared away, I ventured upstairs to the window where the bat was hanging out to see if I could snap a closer picture of it.
(I know, it's blurry - I was nervous.)Mark, Matthew and a neighbor boy were standing in the driveway watching. I opened up the window and took a picture or two then thought it would be fun to make it move. Though Mark warned me it would fly directly into my hair, they were going to toss me a stick with which to poke the poor thing.
I chickened out. Instead I blew towards it.
Two puffs of air was all it took. That little sucker took off like a streak! I heard a completely horrified holler come from somewhere deep inside me. I thought for sure it would fly into my hair and then into the bedroom to which the window was open. As fast as it took off, I was back inside the window with the screen pulled down tight. While I was sliding back in the window the bat dive-bombed Mark. All three guys in the driveway shrieked like little girls and ran with arms flailing.
Oh, how I wish I had the scene on video. I laughed so hard. I love it when guys scream like little girls.
August 14, 2009
August 13, 2009
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