Brown Chicken Brown Cow

All right, I know you've been waiting... here they are, top ten (or so) quotes of the week:

"I feel like a dickhead... what kinda man runs over a puppy?!"

"I don't know about smart people... they're kinda weird."

"I don't trust that guy. I don't trust ANY man that doesn't think farts are funny... because farts... are FUNNY."

"These Seattlites go buy their latest and greatest Jesus sandals and go bebopping up into the mountains with a llama..."

"What? Raw Dough?... Oh good, I was picturing chocolate chips in inappropriate places."

There ya go.

Oh, and what do you get when you mix a brown chicken with a brown cow?

Brownchickenbrowncow! (Say it outloud.)

Pretty much had an awesome weekend. That's all. There was fire, friends, food and fourwheelers... what else do you need? Maybe a helmet... Would have saved more than one face a black eye this weekend.

I'm a happy, happy kid, that's for darn sure. Life has, once again, totally uprooted me in the last few months and changed everything... and it's grand.

So, here's the low down on what's up... I'm moving. Again. It's only three times since August... yeah. I'm renting out the Dutchess house now... Only, I didn't buy a new one this time. =) Stupid housing crisis has hit home. Divorce didn't help. So I have a few rooms available for rent, if you've recently found yourself homeless... I should be out of here within two weeks. Surreal. Never thought I'd own three homes and not be able to live in any of them. =) It's ok though, I'm being taken care of and life is grand. Things mean very little anymore... I've learned that you can't buy enough things to buy happiness. I am truly happy now, in the face of losing everything. The Lord gives and the Lord takes away. I sit open handed and with a smile on my face, for he has traded me something infinitely more valuable. Joy, security, happiness, love, trust, the ability to learn to be "me" again and a safe place to crash.

Ava is doing well. She's beautiful, happy and healthy. And stubborn. Oh dear god, who taught her the word "no"? It wasn't me. *sigh* We got her a little puppy named Lily... who is fast becoming not so little. Ava likes to sleep with her in the crib. And lily likes to ride on her lap in the car. =) A few days ago we went through the drive through, I asked her if she'd like chicken nuggets... She looks up the sky and says "ummmmmmmmmm.... fesh fize". (French fries.) Stinker.

Anyhow... there's so much more to report, but it needs to be saved for another time. I'm out holmes.