Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Who I hang out with these days

I think I've finally found my crowd.

Graham, 8

Cole, 7

Ty, 5

Soon to be famous quotes from tonight's babysitting adventure:

While playing the game 500 (for those of you who have not yet had the privilege to play 500, someone throws a ball and shouts a number of points while the other players scramble to catch it, eventually one of them reaches 500 points and then becomes the thrower and the cycle continues...we play this every time I babysit on my request)

Graham: "This is more fun than killing a rattle snake!"

While me, Cole and Graham argue over who would win - the actual goblet of fire or the "big snake" in the other Harry Potter movie


While watching an educational television show (those are the only kinds of shows I let my babysitees watch)

Ty: "Are werewolves real?

Graham and Cole together: "No."

Ty: "Phew, I'm glad that."

I've babysat these boys since they were babies and there has yet to be a dull moment.

Saturday, May 24, 2008


I got a little excited in my last blog and didn't speak the whole truth. It turns out Pujols broke a pitcher's nose and a catcher's foot all in the same inning not the same hit. He's just not as cool as I thought. Maybe if he took out all the infielders as he rounded the bases I would be more impressed. But I won't give up on you yet Pujols. There's a whole team of LA Dodgers to put on the DL this weekend.

If you want to read up on this and check my facts go here.

Thursday, May 22, 2008

One day, you'll stand up on you're own

If there is one thing I've learned since being home it's this... when you have nothing to do, you get nothing done. Words of Wisdom by Caitlin McCain. Coming to stores near you.

Man, whoever is reading this right now, I really wish you could see my teeth. I went to the dentist today to get them cleaned and now they are literally blinding everyone with their whiteness. Seriously. If there's one thing I excel in, it's teeth hygiene. I've never had a cavity and my dentist always makes me feel so good when I go visit him because he tells me how wonderful my teeth are. At least I can die knowing I've succeeded in something, right? I wish I could go to the dentist more than twice a year, just for a little confidence boost.

I would also like to address this blog to all of America when I say... DAVID COOK DESERVED TO WIN. Because he rocks literally and figuratively. And clearly he and I would make beautiful babies. So, here's to you David Cook, rock on.

I saw the new Indiana Jones movie tonight. Since I haven't seen the other three movies all I can compare it with is the show at Disney World and, honestly, I think the show wins. I don't know though. I may have to see it again to fully comprehend it... I'm one of those people who doesn't get most movies the first time around so by round two my opinion usually changes. With the exception of Pirates 2 and 3 and Spider Man 3. I think I understood those even less the third time.

One of my probably top ten favorite things is when you are listening to a song you've listened to for years and suddenly you have an epiphany and you finally get it. The pieces come together, it all makes sense and the song and the world both take on a whole new meaning. Someone somewhere has to know what I'm talking about here. For example, the song Innocent by Our Lady Peace.

Here's the real lyrics to the first verse:

Oh, johnny wishes he was famous
Spends his time alone in the basement
With Lennon and Cobain and
A guitar and a stereo

Here's what I thought they were:

Oh, johnny wishes he was famous
Spends his time alone in the basement
With a linen and cocaine
A guitar and a stereo

... I guess I thought Johnny was a druggy.

Here's the words to the next verse:

Oh, I dreamed of losing faith and what she knows
And some music hits on the foreclose
Thinks of surgery and a new nose
And the galleries of war
And while she wishes she was a dancer
And that shed never heard of cancer
She wishes God would give her some answers
And make her feel beautiful

Here's what I thought...

Oh, Gina's losing faith in what she knows
And some music takes all of her clothes
Thinks of surgery and a new nose
And recovery's a war
And while she wishes she was a dancer
And that shed never heard of cancer
She wishes God would give her some answers
And make her feel beautiful

..see, I thought how they talked about Johnny in the first verse, now they were talking about Gina who wants to be dancer but she can't because she has cancer and she just wants to feel beautiful. It made sense to me, though I was never really sure where the music stealing her clothes part came from. But after listening to it in the car today, I realized I had it all wrong. And now it makes a lot more sense. I guess we really are all innocent. Words of Wisdom by Our Lady Peace.

PS - The title of my blog is from that song, so it's not completely out of left field.
PPS - Speaking of left field, I would just like to say that Albert Pujols is my hero. In one hit he broke a pitcher's nose, scored a run, and broke a catcher's foot. Now that takes skill. Go Cardz.

Ok. Now I'm done.

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Is this Mr. McCain?

My mom was immature today and she clearly enjoyed it.

-- Here's the story --

My dad lost his cell phone and was convinced he threw it into the recycling this morning on accident when he took it out to the curb (which is believable). In fact, he was so convinced that he took my cell phone with him to my brother's baseball game tonight and began making plans to get a new one. He had this big important business call to make with his cell so he was pretty bummed. Anyway, while he was at the game, surprise surprise my mom finds his cell phone and she wants me to call him on it to give him the good news. Me, taking advantage of my nickname as the "pot-stirrer" in the family, told her to call and act like she was from the recycling place and tell him they found his phone. I knew there was no way she would do it. But I was wrong. Instead, she got all jumpy and giddy like she was in 7th grade again. She kept saying "Oh my gosh, Caitlin I can't do it! I'm going to laugh!!" So I went away to hide and listen while she did it.

--Here's the conversation--

Mom: (in deep, obviously fake, man voice) "Is this Mr. McCain?"

Dad: "Why yes it is!" --> this is where my mom starts to lose her "cool" because she thought there was no way my dad would buy it.

Mom: (in fake, deep man voice that's quickly becoming more and more like my mom's voice) "This is Waste Management and we just located your cell phone." --> immediately after she holds the phone away so she can unsuccessfully try to hold in her laugh.

Dad: laughs, "I can't believe I threw my cell phone away!"

Mom: (back in normal voice) "Ron! It's meee!"

Dad: "Ah, I can't believe I fell for that."

Then we all laughed. For the rest of the night my mom was on a high. She felt so rebellious pulling off a prank call. I'm beginning to think that maybe it was her first prank call ever. Aw, my mommy's growing up.

Funny side note... the other day in the car, the song "I'm Bringing Sexy Back" by Justin Timberlake came on and my dad started singing along thinking he was cool or something but instead he sang, "I'm taking sexy back..." Apparently someone stole sexy from my dad and he is now reclaiming it.