Katie: (While driving into the driveway) Oh look! The little one is getting hairy too.
Luckily I knew exactly what she was talking about. The smallest corn stalk finally is getting some corn on it.
13 Friday Sep 2013
Katie: (While driving into the driveway) Oh look! The little one is getting hairy too.
Luckily I knew exactly what she was talking about. The smallest corn stalk finally is getting some corn on it.
07 Wednesday Aug 2013
Katie: They had Sriracha to put on the hot dogs.
Me: What is Sriracha exactly?
Katie: It is like an Asian Texaco sauce.
Me: (At this point I am thinking a mixture of barbecue and taco sauce or some type of Asian gasoline) Texaco sauce?
Katie: You know, that really hot sauce.
Me: (Laughing) That would be Tabasco sauce.
Katie: Oh, I knew it started with a T and ended with CO.
07 Wednesday Aug 2013
Posted DRIVING ME CRAZY, Joe Cool
inWhile driving to the University of Portland:
Joey: Did you just see that house? It was orange with red trim.
Me: I did not see it, but that sounds weird.
Joey: It was and I bet it attracts a lot of bugs.
Me: What?
Joey: Bugs like bright colors, that is why flowers are so bright.
03 Saturday Aug 2013
Katie: I rode to lunch with Roger and Andy.
Sam: Does Roger own a helicopter?
Katie: I don’t think so.
Sam: Ask him if he owns a helicopter.
Katie: Okay, I will ask him at the next rehearsal, but why?
Sam: Well, all people that own helicopter’s are named Roger.
Katie: Oh I get it. When people are saying Roger on the radio they mean they understand what you are saying.
Sam: That just makes no sense what-so-ever.
Katie: When you are talking on a radio, sometimes it is hard to know if they understood you. If they say Roger then you know they did.
Sam: That is just a stupid word to say they should just say, “I understand you.”
09 Tuesday Jul 2013
Katie: Hey look, we’re following the white stuff. It looks like somebody tried to snort crack out the window. I probably shouldn’t have said that with Sam in the car. Don’t do drugs, they are bad for you.
27 Thursday Jun 2013
Posted DRIVING ME CRAZY
inScot had just left our house to take Katie to a trumpet lesson and was a couple of blocks down the street.
Scot: Oops, I just missed my turn.
Katie: Wow, that usually doesn’t happen this early in the drive.
Scot: What? Are you saying that that always happens?
Katie: Yes. That always happens just usually not this close to our house.
25 Tuesday Jun 2013
Picked up Katie from rehearsal last night. About 30 minutes into driving home from Vancouver and after stopping to grab dinner:
Katie: Did you notice that the camel was wearing a hat?
Me: What?
Katie: The camel in the window. It was wearing a hat.
Me: What window?
Katie: The window by the door.
Me: The door to where?
Katie: The church.
Me: There is a camel in the church?
Katie: It is not a real camel.
Me: And it is wearing a hat?
Katie: Yes.
Me: Nope, I didn’t notice.
02 Sunday Jun 2013
One day in an abandoned parking lot:
Scot took Katie out for the second time to drive in circles around a building. Katie was driving along and then stopped the car and when I say stopped, I really mean stomped on the brake really hard causing Scot to have his third heart attack in a 20 minute period. She then sneezed and started driving again. I would hate to be following behind her on the road when she happens to pass by some pollen.
03 Friday May 2013
Posted DRIVING ME CRAZY
inHow many people can say that they are sitting in a parking lot just minding their own business when a plane crashes and splits off into 4 different pieces right in front of you? The fuselage went one way, wings another, the canopy in a different direction and then the little tail thingy that sticks up off of the back is in yet another place. And the red light is still blinking. Granted this plane was about 2.5 feet long, battery operated and made of styrofoam but still it was kind of freaky…
Yes I brought it home with me. I was there over an hour and no one came looking for it so finders keepers…
02 Thursday May 2013
Posted DRIVING ME CRAZY
inPulled into the gas station in Vancouver and I looked at the people pumping the gas and immediately thought that it was not very professional to not have the gas station attendants all wear uniforms. Good thing I remembered right then that I was no longer in Oregon and I needed to actually pump my own gas.