Because there's no such thing as too much cheese. Unrolling the braciole of consciousness; shaping the meatball of life. Because everything is funny; you just need to view it from the proper angle. Good for cats. Made in Poland. Because everything is like a hat. You know how those gorillas can be... Very unforgiving.

Monday, September 11, 2006

I knew it had been some time since I last blogged when I was stumped by my password. However, after my second attempt I hit upon it and was able to enter the magic kingdom.

My time recently has been filled with all things school related for the chimps. First it was the search for the school supplies--this was some sort of surreal scavenger hunt where I was suppose to be able to find 12 red pencils and something called "Laddie" pencils (with no erasers no less). I wanted to do this all at one store, however this ended up being a three store, internet event and I still was unable to find all items. My favorite item was the clear contact paper. I was not sure they even sold it anymore--thank goodness for Walmart. The helpful staff not only knew what it was but was able to send me to the kitchen shelf linings aisle to find it. After that amazing adventure it was on to uniform hunting for Cookie. Now, in the school's infinite wisdom, they decided to dress little boys in white polos shirts. Here I could have really used the expertise of John's dad and Uncle Vinny as I refused to pay more than $ 7.00 for a shirt that would be worn once and stained forever. I believe by shopping all the circulars I was able to buy about 10 such shirts all under the $ 7.00 mark and promising various stain guards. (I falsehood if I ever saw one).

As shown by photos we have placed both boys happily in school and the year seems to be going well. Though Cookie did say he couldnt wait for summer vacation. Mojo during his first week of school insisted on dressing in a uniform just like Cookie. All the way down to the black dress shoes. As John was out of town, and I was not going to go to war over this, I allowed this. Upon completion of dressing his comment was, "Now let's see who's the big guy." On top of it, the similar dressing caused all kinds of confusion with little girls walking up to Mojo on the playground and asking if he was Cookie. And later at dismissal the teachers thought they had lost him because they mistook him for Cookie.

On top of school, as John as mentioned, the boys have started flag football. As has been reported, Cookie scored a touchdown and Mojo pulled a flag--It was my brother Joe's birthday and I'm sure he was looking down from above getting a good laugh out of them and cheering them on.

Just a brief comment on the dry heat--I'm a big believer in it up to a point. Like once you hit 90 and above I dont think it matters. However, in 80 degrees of dry heat, you can manage to stay outside and hike or bicycle. If its 80 and humid the only place you will find me is in a pool or by an air conditioner.