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Eating Puppy Chow Crow

Posted on Mar 17, 2008. 10 comments

You know how, before you have children you make comments like "MY Child will never eat Dog food!" These types of statements put a giant "Kick Me" sign for the fates right on my big old postpartum behind. Not that that stops me.
Let's play a little game. Guess which person in this picture noshed on Dog food recently?
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In other humbling experiences, I finally decided on the right plugin for comment spam. Being as I have a BS and nearly a Masters in Physics I ASSumed something that sounds so simple and easy like a plugin (Oh! You just PLUG it IN) was well within my range. I've done plenty of programming over the years, survived a year of Ada in college at the mercy of maniacal, powerhungry and vicious compilers while the TA's looked on my compiled humiliation with too much mirth. I've earned my programming badge, you know what I'm saying? So, back to the spam. My first soul crushing experience led to complete and utter failure, try as I might (and try I did for more hours than I care to name) Comment Challenge was not meant to be. But. Akismet worked. And it was much easier to install. The only thing needed after installation is the wordpress API key. Easy Peasy.
While celebrating my conquest over the machines this morning, I looked up at the TV and watched while Knitting was put to music on Higglytown Heroes. And it was done well! The episode is called First Snow; Snow Dazed, it's Higglytown Heroes episode 13 which originally aired 11-11-04.
I'm a grandma who knows how to knit
and make you clothes with a perfect fit
I can make you clothes from head to toe
so you can play out in the snow
With needles and yarn all in a ball
I'll knit you any size at all
Big or little or in between
I'll knit the best clothes you've ever seen
Can you knit them for a whale or an itty bitty snail?
Can you knit them for a plane or choo choo train?
Whale or snail or plane or train
I can knit them all the same
I'll knit clothes to keep you warm
Even in a Winter Storm

While I won't comment about where the size of my Sahara fits on the Whale or Plane scale of Postpartum Knits (How many years after Maya's birth will I get to continue blaming stuff on being postpartum??!) I did find the subject manner of the song to be appropriate.
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I've had my doubts all along but it really does fit! Now I'm just procrastinating picking up sleeve stitches since I have an unhealthy dislike of set in sleeves.
Since I don't want to be the only ass in this post I decided to share a picture I took while yarn shopping with La on Saturday.
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My guess is they parked like this because they have to mete out the gasoline as it's a couple hundred clams a tank these days. I'm thinking of starting a Northern-Hempisphere Only California Association of Stupid Hummers, or NO CASH for short.

Comments

  • Posted by Roberta on Mar 22, 2008

    Hmm, but if you think of dog food as meat and veggies in a crunchy shell, it doesn’t sound so bad… more like a hearty snack…
    Some people need to learn how to park. Would it be wrong to key that car…
    ps, you can blame postpartum for life! And you can guilt trip maya into to cleaning up her room if needed :)

  • Posted by Carrie K on Mar 21, 2008

    Trying to put the chowing down of dog food on your own daughter. The shame. It is a quick meal though, eh? lol.
    Nice parking job! Does the sense of entitlement come with the car or is it extra?

  • Posted by Heidi on Mar 22, 2008

    nothing like that first child to really break you in,eh? let’s see some of the things that were on my list of “things my children will never do” that flew on out the window…
    -go to the store dirty or with a snotty nose
    -eat dirt
    -eat poop
    -have short buzz cut haircuts
    -hit other kids

  • Posted by Roberta on Mar 22, 2008

    Hmm, but if you think of dog food as meat and veggies in a crunchy shell, it doesn’t sound so bad… more like a hearty snack…
    Some people need to learn how to park. Would it be wrong to key that car…
    ps, you can blame postpartum for life! And you can guilt trip maya into to cleaning up her room if needed :)

  • Posted by Sarah on Mar 17, 2008

    Ooh la la! That Sahara is looking fabulous. I have my fingers crossed about the dog food thing — Measure certainly likes to make a beeline for the bowls, but luckily Syrus eats his food so fast there’s never any there. So Measure plays with the dog water instead…aren’t babies lovely?

  • Posted by lella on Mar 17, 2008

    Dog food now, Cat food, probably. We just didn’t have a dog inside the house when the kinder were at that stage. It worked for us. I can’t really say whether they ate cat food. ;o)
    It’s not just hummers that get parked that way. A Huge Ford Something-or-other parked ON the line one night at a very busy small market. A young person about the size of a 10 year old got out of it, so I forgave her. She was probably too young to drive.

  • Posted by La on Mar 17, 2008

    My brother Matt used to chow down on Gravy Train. It was his favorite! He tried to get me to knosh with him but I refused. What do you mean, ’that’s a big fat lie’?!?!?
    And then there’s the other brother who would pick apart stuffed animals and then put the foam up his nose, and the other brother who stuck pill bugs in his own ears.
    Now you understand why I proudly announce I’m adopted?

  • Posted by Christie on Mar 17, 2008

    As someone who drive a super teensy car, I HATE people with their SUV’s who decide to park like assholes [so I can’t even squeeze my micro ride next to them] or who part their monstrosities in compact spaces. Keying someone’s paint job is appropriate in this situation, I think. Where did y’all go yarn shopping?

  • Posted by Lori on Mar 17, 2008

    Megan would like Maya to know that if you dip the kibbles in the water first, they go down better.
    I want to go yarn shopping. :(

  • Posted by Wendy on Mar 17, 2008

    You are going to be inundated by dog food eating stories. As far as I know, I never ate it willingly—my brother made me eat some at some point and it was gross, but perhaps a good experience. So when I say something tastes like dog food, it has the ring of authenticity about it.
    Nick and his sister used to wander around with handfuls of it, just munching, no big deal. I think their parents fed a better brand than our Purina. But Nick’s little brother didn’t eat dog food—he ate crickets. Used to love them. He was very good at catching and eating them. Isn’t that a lot of bad luck?
    The sideways parking thing is how I know I’m in L.A..

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