Showing posts with label Bob. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bob. Show all posts
Saturday, June 21, 2014
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Two Funny Things
1. Today Bob referred to the movie "Caddyshack" as venerable.
2. Connor had a stomach ache this afternoon and Bob was giving him a bit of a fatherly lecture about eating so much crappy food and how if he ate better he wouldn't be sick. Curled up on the couch, miserable, Connor listens and when the speech is done he croaks "Mom, can I have a carrot?"
2. Connor had a stomach ache this afternoon and Bob was giving him a bit of a fatherly lecture about eating so much crappy food and how if he ate better he wouldn't be sick. Curled up on the couch, miserable, Connor listens and when the speech is done he croaks "Mom, can I have a carrot?"
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Happy Birthday Daddy!
Happy Birthday to the best husband and dad for this crazy family! We love you. Hope you love your cake!
Monday, February 1, 2010
Wake Up Bob!
At 1am last night I heard vague sound. Kind of like a low level, constant alarm. At first I thought it was a dream. Then I thought it was my iPod doing something crazy next to the bed. Then I thought it was a low battery signal on the phone. Then, I laid back down and decided it was a hallucination. Then I sat up and decided it wasn't.
Then, I got smart and woke up my husband.
He got out of bed and turned off the air filter that drowns all sound. And then it became clear. A car horn was on. Steady. Not an on/off alarm. A constant horn. And it was our car--the Montero.
He rapidly headed outside in 20 degree weather in his undies with his keys to investigate. In a flash, he was back inside, having determined that:
1. He couldn't turn it off easily.
2. He'd need tools.
3. He'd need clothes.
As all of this went on I quickly Googled "Car Horn Stuck Montero". Apparently, this is a fairly common problem with a fairly common immediate solution--disconnect the battery. Bob had already come to this conclusion and flown past me, back out into the driveway with channel locks and wrenches in hand.
In a very short time he had it handled. Our neighbor, Red, came over from across the street to help after being awoken by his son and initially thinking it was his car that was the culprit.
Overall, the whole thing made me feel two ways.... hysterically amused and ridiculously proud. Bob was fast, calm, deliberate, and unwavering. Just what you want your man to be in a crisis. Yet, the whole confusing, sleepy, underwear, ice cold, waking the neighbors thing had me laughing for hours.
This morning he hooked the battery up and there was no problem with the horn. But, just to be safe, the Montero will be sleeping INSIDE the garage for awhile. Right underneath our bedroom.
Then, I got smart and woke up my husband.
He got out of bed and turned off the air filter that drowns all sound. And then it became clear. A car horn was on. Steady. Not an on/off alarm. A constant horn. And it was our car--the Montero.
He rapidly headed outside in 20 degree weather in his undies with his keys to investigate. In a flash, he was back inside, having determined that:
1. He couldn't turn it off easily.
2. He'd need tools.
3. He'd need clothes.
As all of this went on I quickly Googled "Car Horn Stuck Montero". Apparently, this is a fairly common problem with a fairly common immediate solution--disconnect the battery. Bob had already come to this conclusion and flown past me, back out into the driveway with channel locks and wrenches in hand.
In a very short time he had it handled. Our neighbor, Red, came over from across the street to help after being awoken by his son and initially thinking it was his car that was the culprit.
Overall, the whole thing made me feel two ways.... hysterically amused and ridiculously proud. Bob was fast, calm, deliberate, and unwavering. Just what you want your man to be in a crisis. Yet, the whole confusing, sleepy, underwear, ice cold, waking the neighbors thing had me laughing for hours.
This morning he hooked the battery up and there was no problem with the horn. But, just to be safe, the Montero will be sleeping INSIDE the garage for awhile. Right underneath our bedroom.
Monday, September 15, 2008
Happy Birthday Bubeleh!
My youthful, handsome, handful of a hubby had a peaceful birthday today. He did what he loves to do, played golf with his best buddy, Rick. When he came home we shared a Maggie Moo Cotton Candy birthday cake. Connor was so excited for his daddy and loved singing to him and giving him a big birthday hug and kiss. Everyone had fun and enjoyed their green poop today!
Happy Birthday, Schmoopie. The boy and I love you very much.
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