Goodbye Old Friend

You already know the sad news. Our Friend Badger is being laid to rest, probably as I type this. Since I do not have a digital photo of Badg, I would like to memorialize him with a few stories...
Once, when our Kirchenbauer clan was over for Sunday dinner (in days of yore), Badger was going nuts inside the back room. We were playing volleyball. Lynn was there with Joe, John, Jeanne and I. I'm not sure if Glenn was living at home then. So he wanted to come join in the fun, so I got him on a leash and attempted to bring him out into the backyard. Well that was fine until we got off the deck and he actually saw everyone. He turned on the jets and I was horizontal, I mean like George Jetson when Astro was in a hurry. That seemed to last for several seconds although I'm quite sure that is a distortion. Anyway, I landed hard on my right side in the grass (as I had been holding his leash with my right hand, looped around my wrist which is a dumb thing to do with a powerful dog). So I was hurting but Badger had forgotten all about me when he saw his friend John. So he was still tearing after all of them (who were laughing hard at this point) and Joe was calling,"come on, come here Badger!" until I managed to groan, "Joe... stop it... I'm hurt". I was being dragged along.
A similar story is the one about Dad being dragged down the wheelchair ramp and slamming head first into the side of Jeanne's car (this was because Jeanne was visiting from S. Ohio and Badger was very excited).
As a gaurd dog, he tackled Jeane once in the wee hours when she returned from Denny's and showered around 4:00am. With her scent being somewhat diluted from the shower I guess he didn't know at first who was walking around in the middle of the night. He stood on top of her chest until he realized his mistake.
I always felt safer knowing he was there watching over my aging parents and my tiny children.
Goodbye Old Boy.

Ah, I feel like such a fool!

okay, I'm testing the link thing again ! OH NO! The last time it didn't work at all. I'm attempting to link to a story about a kid in Kansas. It appears they have a judge similar to our Cicconetti out there. I love his approach. This story is kind of gross, but very cool. What is my blog posse up to?

What's in a name?

People ask me what it means... turns out it was an appropriate name.

"Do I LOOK like trouble?"

Be careful when you mess with the master!!!

Is Bogging dead?

Where'd you go? Glenn? No updates on your blog. Have you grown bored already?? Humidity is still high, but way down, but I look even worse than yesterday (and they said it wasn't possible). Moxie barked from 3- 6 am and beyond. WTF? That dog has caused me nothing but grief.

Holy Humidity!!! 77 deg dewpoint!?? My hair is HUGE! Where are my blogees?

Hello,
If I can figure it out I'm gonna put links to your blogs on mine. We are so sad. The only three reading anyone's blog. Although Luke has a friend or two check in on his now and then. Sorry for the no posting, SOME of us have WORK to do... ha ha.

Hello,
Not much to say, not in a great mood. Hate my job :(
Took dad to have his teeth out on Friday. That was sad. It's hard to see your Dad vulnerable. He came through it just great though. And he seemed to be feeling great on Sunday. Once he's healed, they will fit him for dentures.
The reunion was not much fun. Not a big surprise. I go out of obligation. I know it makes Aunt Bernice happy (She's so Stylish!).

So,
Although it is Thursday, it is my Friday since I am not coming in tomorrow. Mom asked if G or myself could take Dad for his oral surgery (I guess that is what you call it when they pull a bunch of teeth). I'm glad it's the weekend, I'm so tired. Tomorrow I have that to do in the morning, and in the afternoon I'll be cleaning my house and preparing to go to dinner and a baseball game (to all my blog friends, you'll notice I didn't put a team name in here, that is because I am trying to remain generic so that some dude doesn't start reading my blog and decide to locate me and my family {PARANOIA- self destroyer}). Anyway I'd ask that when you post you don't put things of a geographical nature, also last names and things of that nature. WTF? You feel like you are dealing with a really weird chic huh? SSSSSSsso, maybe some of your friends would like to visit and comment and be a part of this really fun blog?
Okay back to the weekend itinerary? is that spelled right? Anyway Sat. during the day Mark and Diana are coming to the house (hence the Fri. afternoon cleaning spree) and in the evening I'm taking the kids to Missy's for the girls' 1st birthday party. Of course the reunion is on Sunday (sometimes I don't even know why I go). Every year I vow to myself that I'm going to talk to some of the people I don't really know (you know, the family riff-raff). But invariably I end up talking to the pillars of the party. Aunt Nancy and her family, Aunt Bernice, Mom and Dad... funny. I end up avoiding those with long hair and bald heads (if they have both I mean) and too many tatoos (uh oh, Jeanne and Jer are in danger of being ignored on Sunday). But really what is the point of going if you don't like or socialize with anyone outside of your normal family? I think I only go for the kids. They will love it - with Aunt Bern's game and all... So, if I post on Monday I will probably have something more interesting to say.
Have a great weekend.

Hello,
I finally got a little bit caught up on sleep. Whew! much better today. So many of you may have noticed my blog has a new look, also I am i the right time zone! The bad news is I've lost all of your wonderful comments due to a change in the way comments will be displayed. So sorry. Anyway, let's start again with the commenting! Have a great day.

Hello,
Tell me how crazy I am. I was up past midnight because I kept thinking about someone abducting my kids through their bedroom windows! Thank god we live in a colonial, with no porch roof or other place a 'bad guy' could lurk. Even still These are the reasons why I worry that that could happen.
1) Windows were open.
2) Angus is no gaurd dog
3) I sleep like my mother (psuedo coma)
4) Ladders everywhere (due to pole barn re-roofing) [G said if he had thought about what I was thinking he would've taken down the ladders and locked in the barn which he will do hence-forth]
5) I keep seeing poor little Shasta on the news, who's family was assasinated so that a CONVICTED PEDOPHILE could abduct and rape her and her brother!
6) Stupid (but pretty) interior doors are too thick to hear through
7) Our door is closed to keep Angus (the no-good gaurd dog) from urinating, deficating or destroying property (other than my expensive comforter) while we sleep.
So, with these thoughts whirling in my head, I checked on them twice b4 midnight, but I'm not as worried about Hal because I have the baby-monitor in there which allows me to hear anything louder than her relaxed sleeping breaths.
What a sad world we live in. And whenever I have the though "I should check on the kids" I have to do it because I've thought of it, and if I don't do it and someone goes missing, I'll never survive with the guilt/sorrow/grief....
Yep, I'm nuts, like every other person who's brought a kid into the world.

weird, i see no comments on today's blog...

Hello again to all my loyal readers. Nothing much to tell this week. A short week, you have to love it. Saw some great fireworks at Chardon HS on Sat. The best part was how much fun the kids had. I tried to teach the the electric slide on the lawn while we were waiting for the show. Halle laughed at each firework (sounds odd as a singular word) as the exploded. Seeing the world through their eyes makes everything more fun and exciting.
They are totally into temporary tatoos right now, which is cute. I told Crista how they do real ones, and she said "Well, I'm just gonna stick to the fake ones."
What's new with all of you?