Santa Gram?

Still looking for a way to make some extra cash for Christmas, I searched the Wanted ads very carefully this time and thought I found the perfect job. The ad read, “Looking for the right person for Santa Grams.” Wow, I thought, Santa grahams! I love graham crackers and figured the job had something to do with making little Santa graham cracker cookies, you know, like those little elf cookies, or possibly a taste tester, or even maybe a packager. So, I applied for the job. The interview went well, and quick if I might say, and ended with the manager stating I was perfect for the job. He never actually explained what the job entailed but regardless, I was excited about working with food.

So, I showed up for my first day of work and was terribly confused when the manager handed me a Santa suit and an address. “What?!” “Okay, I get it. I deliver the Santa suit and pick up the Santa Grahams, right?” I asked. “What are you talking about? Don’t be ridiculous. Just put on the suit, go to the party at the address I gave you, do a few Christmas songs, and don’t forget to collect the money,” he grumbled impatiently. Still confused, I asked, “What about the graham crackers?” The manager just blankly stared at me for what seemed like forever, then rolled his eyes and turned and left. Well, here we go again. Another one of those misleading jobs.

But, not to be irresponsible, I donned the suit, beard and all, and headed off to the party. It was a little awkward when I first arrived. Some people screamed “Santa!” while others just giggled sheepishly. Suddenly, an uncomfortable silence took over. Remembering what the manager said, and being a performer by nature, I quickly went into Bing Crosby’s version of White Christmas. The response was pretty good so I figured I’d kick it up a notch with Elvis’ version of Blue Christmas. Boy, was that well received! And my hip action really got the girls going! Before I knew it the crowd was going wild and tips were flying. I didn’t need much encouraging to start break dancing to the tune of Jingle Bell Rock. Everyone went nuts. They all started chanting, “GO SANTA! GO SANTA!” But how I got up on that table Russian dancing to Feliz Navidad in double time, I’ll never know. What a night!

So, it looks like I really did find the perfect job after all. The manager received so many requests for me that I even got a bonus! And not only that, he gave me a case of graham crackers as an early Christmas present.

Merry Christmas Everyone!

Christmas Wrapper?

I got over the fact of being fired right after I heard about this great job offer in one of the local stores. I heard they were looking for a Christmas Rapper and being as musically inclined as I am, I quickly applied for the job. I showed up in my hoodie and bling ready to perform my newly written Christmas Rap. The manager took one look at me, eyebrow raised, and said “Here,” as he handed me some scissors, a tape dispenser, some stupid antlers and a bow tie. He quickly shoved me behind a counter and said, “Wrap all the gifts as efficiently as possible.” Now how am I supposed to wrap gifts without thumbs, I ask you. Tying bows is practically impossible and the tape keeps getting stuck to my fur! In dire need of some extra cash I tried to go with the flow and belted out my Christmas Rap anyway thinking it would entertain the customers standing in line….

My name is Brin Daddy B
And I’m here to say Merry Christmas ya see
I know what you be wishin’
And I’m on a big fat mission
To get the gifts you been askin’ fo
So you don’t be wishin’ for those gifts no mo
I’m here to help the fat man here
Just like I try to do every year
So have yourself a merry merry day
I wouldn’t want it any other way…

After nearly finishing my Rap the manager rushed over and gave me the all familiar “YOU’RE FIRED” spiel. Foiled again! I must research these job offers thoroughly before I apply next time….

Lounging Around

Ok, so I’m home, practicing Christmas tunes for the twins. Go ahead, ask me why. Well, it all started when I applied for a part time job as a lounge performer to make some extra cash for Christmas. I got the job immediately. I mean, after all, lounge songs are my specialty. I dressed appropriately all set to please the crowd. I figured I’d blow them away with my first song, Look of Love by Burt Bacharach. I barely completed the song when the manager came rushing over to me and brashly said, “It’s the holidays. Do you think you can play something a little more Christmassy?” “Sure!” I replied and belted out Mack the Knife by Bobby Darin. I barely got through the song when I saw the manager come charging at me once again. “Look Mister, I hired you to play Christmas tunes, not elevator music!” he yelled. “That is a Christmas tune. I just sang about scarlet billows. Scarlet is the color of Christmas and billows is what Santa uses to get the fire blazing in the fireplace so no one can figure out how he got down that chimney” I replied. “That’s bellows, not billows, you nit!” he shouted. “Fine, Mr. Cranky” I mumbled under my breath. Everything seemed to be okay for a while until I ripped through Floyd Cramer’s version of Chattanooga Choo Choo. That’s when everything turned from bad to worse. He screamed something incomprehensible about the song and Christmas when I cut him off. “Mr. Manager, Chattanooga Choo Choo’s are under everyone’s Christmas tree going round and round pleasing kids all over the world.” “THAT’S IT! YOU’RE FIRED!” Can you believe it? He actually fired me. Hence, that is the reason why I’m here practicing hum drum Christmas songs with the kids.

We Believe!

Thanksgiving was a hoot! We got up early, ate, took a nap, played a few games of Wii Bowling (Aimee shared my controller since hers is still MIA), took another nap, went for a walk and dove in all the leaves, and found the biggest slug we’d ever seen. Too bad I didn’t have my camera! Then we headed home for the highlight of our day – the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade! The best part, of course, was the last 10 minutes when we all rushed over to the TV to cheer Santa’s arrival. Woo Woo! Santa’s here!! So much excitement -- it’s time for a nap!

Time to Spare

I just love bowling. As a matter of fact, I’ve always wanted to become a professional bowler. But can anybody answer me this…... Why in the world, when you go bowling, do they only give you two shoes? And what’s up with the way they drill the holes in the balls? Do they ever fit anybody? And why is the alley so slippery? A person can break their neck out there! It’s no wonder so many bowling alleys are closing down. But now, I’m doing more bowling than ever since I just sprung for a Wii and got Wii Bowling. It’s amazing!! You don’t need any shoes (two or four), you don’t slip down the alley and go head first into the gutter (although Orielle got a big kick out of it every time I did it), but most importantly, you don’t need an ill-fitting bowling ball! And, I’m so excited about the release this week of AMF Bowling World Lanes which offers Tournament Mode!! How awesome!!! Now, if we can only find Aimee’s game controller……

Practice Makes Perfect

Okay, so Orielle wasn’t exactly pleased I took a picture of her ironing in her house dress and curlers. So I figured I’d take her out for the day to, you know, make up a little bit for the ironing debacle. I’ve been target practicing lately, and since it was such a nice day out, I invited her to come along. At first, she wasn’t all that keen on going until I mentioned that there would be food there. She quickly changed her tune. Little did she know that she would become more a part of it than she realized, and that the food I mentioned would end up on her head!

Gosh, I'm good!!!

This has been a reenactment. Do not try this at home without a parent or legal guardian present.

Moving On...

Darn! I didn’t get elected President of the United States, even after all that campaigning I did that day! That’s OK. It was a good thing actually, because on my way home I had time to stop and take a few nature shots. My favorite was the one I like to call “Tennis Ball in Fall Foliage.” But nothing topped what I found when I walked through the door at home. Once AGAIN, I caught Orielle in one of those “moments.” I guess she wasn’t expecting me quite so soon. Ooooh, she’s really gonna kill me for this one!

Vote for Brind'Amour

Hi. My name is Brind’Amour and I am running for President of the United States. I realize I am a last minute candidate but if you vote for me, I promise, you will not be disappointed. If elected, my first order of business will include the following.

-- Universal (free) pet insurance.
-- Lower interest rates for all first time homeowners who buy new dog houses.
-- Tax breaks on higher education, i.e. Rally-O, Obedience, Tracking, etc., in addition to free Pre-K programs for young pups.
-- Grants to help small business owners get started, i.e. in the categories of gourmet pet bakeries, pet bedding shops, pet toy stores, etc.
-- Building more parks.
-- Installing more fire hydrants in neighborhoods (for safety reasons, of course).
-- No restrictions on pets in public, i.e. malls, restaurants, visiting Santa, etc.

Vote for me! My name is Brind’Amour, and I approve this message.

A Halloween Fairy Tale

It was a dark and stormy Halloween night. Ok, it wasn’t stormy at all, it was quite nice actually. It was the perfect time of night to go Trick-or-Treating. A brother and sister named Bobby and Annie set out to do just that. Their mission was to fill their bags with goodies. They traveled down the road looking for the houses that might offer the best treats. Before long, they came to a stop at the edge of the woods where a narrow path led the way to the mansion on top of the hill. “Let’s go this way Bobby!” “No, I don’t think we should go that way, Annie. It’s too creepy.” “You’re just trying to scare me, that’s all. Come on, let’s go, Bobby! Big houses always have the best treats!” With that, they set off down the path when suddenly a giant frog jumped out in front of them! “AH!” screamed Annie. The children tried to hurry around the frog in order to get away but the frog somehow kept blocking their way while croaking, “Ribbit, ribbit, RIBBIT, Ribbit!” “Look Mr. Frog, we can’t understand you and we’re heading over to that mansion to get some Halloween treats so kindly GET OUT OF OUR WAY!” shouted Annie. The children managed to get around the slimy frog and continued on their mission. “Gee Annie, I’m not sure we should keep going” Bobby mumbled. “Come on Bobby, we’re almost there and look, the mansion even looks haunted! It’ll be fun, you’ll see.” Without saying anything else, they made their way to the iron gates that surrounded the mansion. Annie pushed them open and practically ran up the steps leading to the front door. She and Bobby both knocked at the same time and realized that the door wasn’t closed at all. It slowly creaked open and lo and behold, there, sitting on top of a table across the room, was the biggest bowl of treats the children had ever laid eyes on. “Annie, I don’t think we should go in there.” “Don’t be silly, Bobby. It’s Halloween and those treats are for Trick-or-Treaters. Let’s go get some!” The children each took a treat, and then another, and another, and another. No matter how many treats the children took, the bowl seemed to never contain any less. “Wow, Bobby, it’s like magic. This house is awesome!” With bags full of treats the children decided they should be heading home. As they turned to leave, their eyes locked on the beady green eyes of a wart-infested witch! The children stopped in their tracks barely able to breathe. The witch let out the most heinous cackle and snatched up the children with lightning speed and dragged them down into the dark, damp basement. She threw them into a cage, slammed the door, and locked it. The witch cackled again and shrieked, “I’ll see you later for… dinner!” She threw the key on the desk as she glided up the stairs. “Oh my God, Bobby. What are we going to do? Why did you bring me here?” “ANNIE! It was your stupid idea to come here. Now, you get us out!” As the children argued they spotted that giant frog they met on the path tapping on the basement window. Being that the frog was so big, it didn’t take much to push open the window and hop down inside. “Hey, hey! Over here! Come help us, Mr. Frog!” shouted Annie. “The key is on the desk over there. Please, go get the key!” pleaded Bobby. Somehow, the frog seemed to understand. He hopped on over to the desk, scooped up the key, and promptly delivered it to the children. “Wow, Mr. Frog, I can’t believe you really got us out of there! Thank you!” Annie said as she and Bobby ran for the window. They piled some boxes up and quickly climbed up and out. The children ran all the way home. The frog followed right behind. They all met on the front porch of their house, completely out of breath. Huffing and puffing, Annie said to the frog, “Thank you so much, Mr. Frog for getting us out of there. How can we ever repay you?” “Ribbit” croaked the frog. With that, Annie leaned over and kissed the frog on the cheek. POOF! The frog suddenly turned into the most handsome prince…..

NO, WAIT! That’s the corny ending that everyone uses! What really happened was that Annie leaned over and kissed the frog and with that ‘POOF’ he turned into a ghost and scared the pants off the children. They ran like the dickens into the house and slammed the door behind them! Their screams were heard from miles away….

The end.

By Brind’Amour

Phantastic!!!

What a night! What a game! All I can say is GO PHILLIES!!!

We're sooo tired from staying up late but it was so "Werth" it. We were Rockin' and "Rollins." It was "Utley" phantastic! What a "Victorino!" Ok, I'll stop....... zzzzzzzzzzzzz

Halloween Hoopla

Had a little hoopla this weekend. No one could decide what they wanted to be for Halloween this year. Nothing like waiting 'til the last minute! While we were tossing around ideas, we decorated the house. It looks GREAT and SPOOKY. When we got to the last storage box, Aimee found the Frankenstein and just knew at that moment that she wanted to dress up as the Bride of Frankenstein. But when Benny got wind of that one, he said she didn't even need a costume because she already looks like the Bride of Frankenstein. Then, Aimee gave him that "look" and.... well..... hence, the hoopla.

Phillies Phan

Let’s go Phillies!! Isn’t it “phan”tastic that the Phillies are going to be in the World Series this year? Normally, I’m a Yankees fan but when they are out, I must root for Philadelphia. After all, I am an Eagles and Flyers fan and I did get my name from one of the Flyers best players at the time. Aimee insists that I add here that Philadelphia also makes the best cream cheese ever! Therefore, that is what she is bringing to the “tail”gate party which will commence two hours before the game on Wednesday. I, myself, am bringing another Philadelphia favorite, cheesesteaks (Mmmmm). Orielle says she's bringing some Pennsylvania Dutch no-salt soft pretzels. Benny, no doubt, will bring pears. What that has to do with Philadelphia is beyond me! Go Phillies!!!

Hooray for Columbus!

In fourteen hundred ninety two, Columbus sailed the ocean blue….

What a guy! He didn’t even have a GPS unit and found America anyway!! That’s surely worth celebrating!!! Like most people, we too are going to celebrate this momentous holiday. I’m going to watch the parade and eat Italian food. You know, like meatballs and pizza crust. Orielle is going shopping in hopes of getting great Columbus Day sales. And Benny and Aimee are going to spend the day making crafts -- God help us all!!

Safety First!

Since it’s National Fire Prevention Week, let’s review the fire safety checklist.
1) Avoid shoving stuffed toys and rope toys in electrical outlets.
2) Teach youngsters to not chew on electrical wires.
3) No rough housing inside (Benny!) to avoid knocking over burning candles.
4) Avoid flinging toys on top of a lit stove.
5) Change batteries yearly in all smoke detectors (but how you get up there to do that is beyond me!).
6) Teach the “Stop, Drop, and Roll” technique in case your coat catches fire (not the “Drop, Roll Half Way Over, and Stop” technique that Orielle practices so brilliantly).
7) And finally, designate escape routes in each room and practice regularly (and I don’t mean through the wall Aimee!).
Don’t forget, safety first! (Then cookies, then kibble, then toys……)

Breaking the Bank

We’re back! Our sailing trip was great – we soaked up some rays, enjoyed the wind, and even saw some dolphins…. or, maybe they were sharks, we’re not sure. How do you tell the difference anyway? I never realized how expensive sailing was. I spent just about every penny I had saved in my piggy bank to pay for the trip. It was worth it but I may have to start thinking about getting a job if I want to pursue sailing and a number of new hobbies for the winter. The good news is that I never had to pay the sitter for watching the kids. When we got home the sitter was nowhere to be found. Bells and whistles went off in my head when I found Aimee hiding under the end table pretending to look innocent. After searching for some time I finally discovered something peculiar about the closet door. The toilet paper spewing from around the door and the muffled noises coming from inside told me that something wasn’t quite right. When I opened the door and found the sitter wrapped up in tons of toilet paper like a mummy I knew that Aimee was behind this one since she has a penchant for toilet paper. When I finally got the sitter unwrapped she just sailed right out the door without so much as a thank you or a good bye. How rude was that!

All Aboard!

Ahoy mates! The forecast looks great, the time is right, so Orielle and I are going on a weekend getaway. I'm taking her sailing! I also packed our snorkeling gear. My only concern is leaving the kids with the sitter..........

Happy 5769!

I’d like to wish all my Jewish friends a happy Rosh Hashanah. As you all know, Rosh Hashanah is the beginning of the Jewish year and, the “birthday” of all of creation. WOW! The birthday of all of creation?! Does that mean it’s my birthday too then? I just love celebrating….. anything actually…. especially when it involves food and rest. Oy vey! Gefilte fish and a nap! What a day!!!

Pear Watching 101

Well, Benny and Aimee are back. I came to realize that they were in the tunnel all along but just hiding under Benny’s magical invisibility cape. Him and his magic tricks! That little weasel!! When he’s not practicing his magic tricks you can find him sitting under the pear tree waiting patiently for a pear to fall. Sometimes it even looks like he’s mind-melding with the pears. He sure does love his fruit! I swear that boy must be a vegetarian! I have an idea -- maybe he should use some magic on the pear tree to make all the pears fall…..and while he’s busy scoffing them up, I can swipe his dinner!!!

The Big Experiment

In looking for larger test subjects it was suggested that I use tennis balls or cookies, or things of that nature. However, I felt that using even larger subjects might produce even larger results. I ultimately did use tennis balls and cookies, just not in that capacity. My goal was to capture and photograph two large subjects colliding in a tunnel at amazingly high speeds. I chose to send Benny in through one end of the tunnel using tennis balls as his accelerator and I sent Aimee in through the opposite end using cookies as her accelerator. Man! Can those two move! A few seconds later I heard a BIG BANG but unfortunately my camera malfunctioned and it was never recorded. I waited and waited but neither Aimee nor Benny emerged from the tunnel. I decided to go in and look for them. Hmmm….where could they be? I went around that darn tunnel three times and found no sign of either of them. Perhaps there really is such a thing as a black hole! Oh well…maybe I can have their dinner!!

The Experiment

One interesting thing about this whole subatomic particle/proton collider thingy is that some believe that if these so called microscopic particles collide at a tremendously high speed it could possibly create a black hole. Hmmm…...intriguing. So, I conducted a few experiments of my own. To my dismay, not only did nothing collide but these microscopic particles are so stinking small you can barely see them. I mean, what is the point of that? What are these scientists thinking? And, are there really such things as black holes anyway? Personally, I think using larger subjects that are visible to the naked eye might produce larger results. Let’s just see…….

What Does it "Matter"?

Listen to this…. It says here that scientists set up this gigantic lab in Switzerland that contains the world’s most powerful particle collider buried inside a 17 mile circular tunnel. WHAT?!!! Let me get this straight. They are spending billions and billions of dollars on equipment and cameras just to see subatomic particles whiz around a tunnel until they collide like bumper cars. WHY?!!! It seems that the purpose of the experiment is to search for other dimensions, dark matter, and antimatter. Hmmm… Don’t the Swiss have better things to do? I mean, aren’t they busy enough making Swiss steak and Swiss cheese, climbing the Swiss Alps, sharpening their Swiss army knives, calibrating their Swiss army watches, and most importantly, putting those tiny little marshmallows in those little packets of Swiss Miss hot chocolate? Those Swiss are sure busy people! Maybe I need to conduct a few subatomic experiments of my own…....

Go Eagles! Go Eagles!

I'm still working on understanding the tennis thing but at least the game of football makes sense. See, someone throws the ball to you, you catch it, and run like the dickens while people chase you! It makes perfect sense...

U.S. Open Review

Let me ask you this…who in their right mind would toss a tennis ball back to someone who just hit it to you, huh? Something about that is just not right. If a tennis ball soars in your direction, it’s only natural to catch it and keep it, not toss it back, right? I mean, that’s really weird, no? It’s not like I didn’t have fun at the U.S. Open, I just don’t understand the game, that’s all. I actually had quite a good time. The USTA Billie Jean King National Tennis Center is an amazing playground! But after a few hours of baking in the sun and trying to understand the point of this game, something came over me. I was compelled to get a closer look…. a MUCH closer look. While down there on the courts, I caught a few balls for Benny, mostly on the first bounce too! I was having a great time, that is, until the security guards came and tossed me out. Well, I’m back home with a few souvenirs, just hanging around waiting for football season to start.

Kitchen Nightmares

Whoa! Am I the only one who didn’t know that tonight was the season opener of “Kitchen Nightmares?” Good thing I found out just in time! I mean, Chef Ramsey is my idol. He thinks he’s got problems? We have our very own kitchen nightmare right here! And her name starts and ends with vowels (and I’m not talking about her mother!)

Birthday Bash

So, yesterday was Orielle’s birthday and even though some of the decorations were unusable (thanks to Aimee), the party went off without a hitch. We started off with some music and Freestyle dancing and then moved on to Pin-the-Tail-on-the-Dawgie. Following that, we busted open a Piñata filled with cinnamon cookies and peanut butter treats. Let’s just say we did not use traditional methods to open it up. No sticks of any kind were used, mostly because I have a compulsion to eat them. Afterwards, Benny entertained us with his amazing magic act. He opened with juggling, not one, not two, but three tennis balls! Whoa! That guy was good! Using his incredible sleight-of-paw he did his Disappearing-Tennis-Ball-Under-the-Cup trick. And if that wasn’t enough, he also pulled a Tennis-Ball-Out-of-the-Hat! And for the grand finale he performed his famous Sawing-the-Tennis-Ball-in-Half trick. Believe me when I say, THAT DUDE WAS AWESOME! We then sang to Orielle, showered her with presents, and had her favorite Liver Cake with whipped cream icing.

Rain, Rain, Go Away

Well, we were supposed to have our Labor Day picnic today but it appears that we have been rained out. I couldn’t believe it – I had to go out and check for myself. After all, they said it was supposed to be sunny today. But then again, what do those weather forecasters know anyway. Even though rain is one of my favorite kinds of weather, it isn’t suitable for grilling. It is however, quite suitable for bobbing for tennis balls in puddles. Especially during hurricanes. I remember being a little kid when Hurricane Floyd hit and flooded the yard. Talk about bobbing! MAN! Was that fun! Who’s Floyd anyway? Do we know?

The Perfect Plan

This is Aimee. Need I say more?

... let me just add, that it was the perfect plan. I snuck out of the house like a ninja and headed for the party store to buy some supplies for Orielle's upcoming birthday on September 1st. I found all the decorations I needed. I even managed to sneak back into the house unnoticed. It couldn't have been more perfect. I quickly hid the bag of decorations from snooping eyes and big schnozzes and went to go get a nice cold drink from the kitchen. But when I returned... well, let's just say, it WAS the perfect plan. All I heard in the background was that wise cracker Benny chanting, "Aimee's in trouble. Aimee's in trouble!" That girl's not in trouble. She can't help it. She's just.... um.... enthusiastic. Yeah.

Power Shopper

Orielle spent most of the morning trying to convince me to take her back-to-school shopping for the kids. Against my better judgment, I finally gave in. It’s not that she’s not fun to shop with; it’s just that her perception of time is a little askew, if you know what I mean. Her version of “a little while” amounts to at least three hours, and when she says “a few things,” it really means at least five bags! I know with school right around the corner, Orielle was anxious to get Benny the supplies he needed for his advanced obedience class. She was also excited about getting Aimee’s supplies but not overly excited with Aimee’s teacher who “strongly” suggested she repeat kindergarten… again. What do teachers know anyway! That girl is smart. She just needs… um… guidance. Yeah. So, like I predicted, we came home three hours later, carrying five bags, and totally exhausted. Boy, can that girl shop!

Picnic in the Park

In order to make up for the bubble bath debacle, I invited Orielle to go on a nice picnic in the park, just the two of us, to get out of the house, and away from the kids for a little while. Silly me. My mistake was I thought “nice” meant relaxing and quiet.

It was a beautiful sunny day and we found the perfect spot by the river to lay our blanket. I took out some snacks and drinks and got my camera ready in hopes of getting some good nature shots to add to my portfolio. Just as I got comfy, Orielle was off! First, she went to go say “hi” to a turtle who was dozing and sunning himself on a log by the water. Wow! I never saw a turtle wake up and move so fast! Well, there went my turtle shot. Then, I tried to coax her back for a snack but on her way a dragonfly resting on some reeds caught her eye. He took off, and that girl chased him around that willow tree…must have been four, five times! I kid you not. Made me dizzy! I guess no dragonfly shot either. Orielle finally came back for a drink but within seconds took off like lightning after a flock of geese. “GO BACK TO CANADA!” she barked! I’m not sure if they understood her but they took off heading in the right direction. Looks like no nature shots of any kind.

Did I mention that I thought this was going to be relaxing and quiet??

Surprise!!

I have to say, it's good to be home. I got here a little earlier than expected and oddly found the house quite empty. I searched around -- the kids were outside playing, but where in the world was Orielle? I remembered seeing the bathroom door completely closed on my way in and feared that she might have somehow accidentally locked herself in. I rushed over there, pushed open the door, only to find her taking a bubble bath. Hee, hee, hee. Fortunately (for me), I still had my camera around my neck from my trip. Isn't she cute? Oooh, she is so gonna kill me for this!

Olympic News Wrap-Up!

Well, I'm on my way home. And for those of you who have inquired -- no, I did not make the Olympic Tennis Team... um... for obvious reasons. And, I also didn't make the Olympic Badminton Team either. They got mad when I instinctively kept chasing and retrieving the "birdie." Come on!! I'm a hunting dog for crying out loud!

Therefore, this concludes my coverage of the 2008 Olympics. But stay tuned! You'll be hearing from me soon.

Even More Olympic News!

Well, as you may have guessed by now, I was also thrown off the Olympic Cycling Team. Seems they found "multiple" puncture marks in "multiple" tires. They claim that these puncture marks coincidentally resemble bite marks. And these so called bite marks are remarkably similar to the bite marks in my TireBiter toys that I have in my locker. Again! They are blaming me! It's preposterous!!

More Olympic News!

So, I was also on the Olympic Weight Lifting Team until they blamed me for the accident. Supposedly, someone found some slobbery substance dripping from the barbell. It caused a little "mishap" when it slipped out of the hands of one of the team members and caused a, shall we say, toe injury. How'd they know it was me anyway? Personally, I think it was a setup!

Olympic News!

Yeah, I was on the Olympic Swim Team until they blamed me for the hairball that clogged the pool drain and kicked me off the team!

My First Blog Post!

Wow! My first day on the Blog and what an extraordinary day it's been! Let's see... well, I had breakfast, Mmmmm, and then Cheerios, Mmmmm. We always have Cheerios in the morning around 7:30. I love to eat. After that, I took out my laptop that I got for my 9th birthday and started my Blog. How awesome is that! Except for maybe the keys are a bit small. But, if you watch real close, you can see my hair magically fly from my body to the screen. It's so wicked!


The most incredible thing happened today... my friend the frog came back. He's been missing for a while now and I thought that maybe Aimee (my cousin's kid) got a hold of him. But no! He's really back! I call him Frankenfrog, Frankie for short, because he has these bolt looking things on the sides of his neck. It's fun to watch him hop and he smells really good!



Later in the day, I took an amazing nap. Benny (my cousin's other kid) complained of my snoring but MAN! what a nap! I closed my eyes pretending I was out in the woods, camping out in a tent, listening to the crickets and before I knew it I was fast asleep!


So, I've mentioned my cousin's kids Benny and Aimee. Well, they are my cousin Orielle's kids. Orielle is really great. If she's not off chewing on a bone or playing with a toy, she's upside down sleeping and snoring herself. She's so good you hardly know she's around. Except of course when she sings her WooWoo song. And boy! can she belt out some tunes! Anyway, Benny is a mama's boy. I try to stay away from that. Don't tell him I said that though! Then there's Aimee. I try to spend a lot of time with her because that girl needs guidance! Some people claim she's a bad girl. I just think she's "special." And very cute! Well, I'm off to have my second favorite meal of the day - Dinner! And a cookie for dessert, Mmmmm. See ya!