2 - A Birthday Haiku

truck, duck, book

silly, yellow, shackleford

new bed, underwear

Happy Birthday to Josh Josh on Saturday!


Book Quiz

We were referred to this online quiz. Since we're all sitting around with our feet up - Dad is leading by example - we thought we'd give it a try!

I am...

You're The Poisonwood Bible!

by Barbara Kingsolver

Deeply rooted in a religious background, you have since become both
isolated and schizophrenic. You were naively sure that your actions would help people,
but of course they were resistant to your message and ultimately disaster ensued. Since
you can see so many sides of the same issue, you are both wise beyond your years and
tied to worthless perspectives. If you were a type of waffle, it would be

Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.

Dad is...

You're The Dictionary!

by Merriam-Webster

You're one of those know-it-all types, with an amazing amount of
knowledge at your command. People really enjoy spending time with you in very short
spurts, but hanging out with you for a long time tends to bore them. When folks
really need an authority to refer to, however, you're the one they seek. You're an
exceptional speller and very well organized.

Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.

Mom is....

You're Cry, the Beloved Country!

by Alan Paton

Life is exceedingly difficult right now, especially when you put more
miles between yourself and your hometown. But with all sorts of personal and profound
convictions, you are able to keep a level head and still try to help folks, no matter
how much they harm you. You walk through a land of natural beauty and daily horror. In
the end, far too much is a matter of black and white.

For the third time, come on...

Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.



Dad finally succeeded in Simpsonizing himself. This has been a long sought after quest of his. Mom would do it, but I don't think there's a setting that would accurately show her eyes rolling. D'oh!

No option for an orange cast though.....



We can be there in just under 6 hours.

(I don't know what's up with the low-cut dress on the bride duck --- other than it makes me uncomfortable.)

(PS - Mom explained it's her wings. Oops. My bad. Don't know where my mind is. How embarrasing for all of us.)


Orange You Sorry You Kicked the Wagon

See, I told you Dad was orange.

The doctor said he thinks Dad has a Lisfranc sprain/fracture. Sounds a little French to me.... I'm going to call it a Freedom Fracture. This type of injury is apparently most common when you fall three stories, or are in a massive car or industrial accident. Don't worry though... the wagon is fine.

Wanna see what an already chicken leg looks like after it atrophies in a cast for a while? Check back in a month.



A couple of days ago Mom pulled me in the infamous wagon around the block to check the mail. We hit the mother load!

Mom got her tickets to the Cure concert and I got my passport so that I can finally go visit my beloved anytime she calls. I mean, anytime she calls and I have a wad of cash, I can call a taxi, and figure out how to get through airport security without more than 3 ounces of liquid in my pull-up. Man, this is gunna be harder than I thought.

All teasing about the concert should be directed to Mom directly. My blog can't handle that level of activity.


Let's Hear it For the Boy(s)

Rough going here at Josh Central.

I'm "Dancing In the Sheets" with a nasty rash from a virus. You wouldn't know it by looking at it, but they say "I'm Free" of the infection, so I'm not contagious anymore. Apparently, I'll be all better in three to five days (hard to believe, eh?), and then it'll be back to "Almost Paradise".

Dad's got a "Footloose". He says I can't tell everyone how it happened for a couple of weeks, because it'll ruin the surprise. Dad did say that it was a good thing that I was already in bed, because the whole event was not fit for "Somebody's Eyes". I asked him if it was one of those "Hurts So Good" kinda hurts. He said, "Nope", and said it was more like a "Bang Your Head" kinda hurt. Hmm.

Mom's ok. Man, "The Girl Gets Around". She's been carting me and dad to the doctor's office (me) and the ER (dad) like "Never" before. Mama Says she's not "Holding Out For a Hero", because at the pace that Dad moves on the crutches, she'll be holding out for awhile. The worst part of all this, though, is that we won't get to go see Aunt Steph. Man, and I've been "Waiting For a Girl Like You", Aunt Steph. I wonder WWTD? Maybe I'll ask her since I'll be in town.

(If you don't get it, go here. Because it always comes back to Kenny.)