Droid Users Anonymous

Remember when I was thinking about starting an organization called Facebook Users Anonymous? Well I've made a sub-group of it called "Droid Users Anonymous." You see, my dad has been blessed with a fancy pants new phone which does everything. I'm serious here. Not only does it email and let him get on Facebook anywhere in the continental U.S., it has a metal detector and one of those leveler thingys.

He is so totally addicted.

But wait, it gets worse! Today whilst driving home from the mall, my dad decides to use the GPS app to get us home. Not that we needed help getting home or anything. Unfortunately the lady inside Google Maps doesn't know where our house is. I ended up giving Dad my own directions. And as we all know I am a pathetic replacement for a GPS.

So there we are, sitting successfully in our driveway. I'm about to get out of the car, and my dad is tapping away on his fancy pants phone that can do everything but find our house.

"Dad, aren't you coming inside?"

"No," he says. "I'm trying to find our house."

Right. "Uh... we're kind of sitting in the driveway. I can see our house."

"Yeah..."

So addicted.

If we don't show up for church it's because Google Maps and the kind lady inside my dad's phone took us to that nice baptist church in Wisconsin that shares a name with our church. ;)

A Note From Rosie

Hello there friends!

I know you may not particularly like me, or at least the memories you have of me, but let me tell you- I am much improved!

I no longer use the bathroom in the house (unless someone doesn't take me out immediately when they get home from school) and I jump much less. Mostly I'll just follow you around. I haven't learned any cool tricks yet, but if you say "kisses" I might try to lick your lips.

I also eat a lot. It makes me tired. So I also sleep a lot too. My favorite place to sleep is in Mom's new red chairs which she insisted that I stay out of when we first got them, but she's given up on that.

That's not to say that I'm the perfect dog. I still bark incessantly when I'm bored and I've got this new habit of walking calmly on the leash and then sprinting for something ten feet ahead. Sometimes there isn't really anything there. Kelly tells me all the time that I'm demented, too.

I'd love to share more, but when I get on the living room computer Kelly yells at me and tells me to get away. She even taps my rump sometimes if I've got something in my mouth or hers. Oh no! Here she comes! See ya later!

Love,
Rosie

Favorite Things Friday

::Blogs::

If you didn't know already (and if not where have you been?!) I love blogs. Almost as much as I love things like puppies and tennis and when my mom buys the good waterbottles. Not to mention libraries and driver's liscenses and shoes and jeans. I'm just in a loving mood today.

Anyways... where was I?

Oh right, blogs.

Let me just say that all of your blogs are my favorites. The following come in second to your lovely online homes. :)

1. Young Ladies Christian Fellowship YLCF is definitely my favorite Christian/girly blog. It's fabulous. That's pretty much all I have to say, except that one of my life aspirations is to write for YLCF. :)

2. Jenny Simmons' Blog. You know! Jenny. From Addison Road. Okay, maybe you didn't know that she has a fantastic blog, or that there's a band called Addison Road. But there is. And I like them. The blog and the band. Just don't spend too much time "Ooh" and "Aw"-ing over little Annie. She's almost as adorable as all those other adorables I know. :)

3. Stuff Christians Like is note only a fabulous blog, but it a book on my wishlist. You know, in case you were wondering what to get me for my birthday- which I remind you is in six very short days. Just kidding. You don't have to get me anything. Your friendship/readership is enough. :)

4. And finally, The Long Thread, which makes me feel like a really crafty person sometimes.

Come back next week. :)

Everybody Say it Together Now...

"Awww!"

(In)Direct Communication

This picture is completely unrelated to the conversation I'm going to share with you. It's a freebie. :)

This conversation is basically why we're such a weird family. You're going to need some background information: Abby and Dad are both upstairs. Me and mom are both downstairs. Me, Abby, and Dad try to make a point.

*Phone rings. Mom answers.*

Mom: "Bryan! It's for Abby!"

Dad: "Abby, your mom wants me to tell you the phone is for you."

Abby: "Why didn't she just tell me then?"

Dad: "Kelly, can you tell your mother that she's allowed to communicate directly."

Me: "Mom-"

Dad: "Abby, tell Kelly she messed it up."

Me: "Oh, sorry. Let me try again. Abby, can you tell mom that she's allowed to communicate directly?"

Abby: "Dad, tell mom she can communicate directly."

Dad: "Rosie?!"

And really this isn't even my blog post. This is Abby telling Dad to tell me what to tell you. Indirect communication.

Alright, go back to your average families. I'm going to ask Rosie to tell Abby to fluff the clothes in the dryer. ;)