NathansDrawingMap

NathansDrawingMap
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NathanDrawingTractor

NathanDrawingTractor
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Aidan came home from the bus one afternoon with a mission. He wanted to cut rocks. I was like, "No dude. You can't cut rocks."

He was bound and determined. Later I found these outside.
Ryan saw the photo and said, "Paper, Rocks and Scissors."

It all makes sense to me now. On the bus, they must have been playing Paper, Rocks, and Scissors, and there was a discussion about how scissors can't cut rocks. Aidan must have really believed that they could so he wanted to try it out for himself.
A true scientist. He tested his hypothesis, and it failed so he moved on. And I am very proud. That he didn't slice his hand.

Brains

Nathan (4 years old) referred to his scrotum today as his "leg brains".
No comment.

boring blog post.

I am bored. I am out of things to think about, out of things to do out of things to say. Which is when I think to myself, "I should blog more." So I sit down to blog. And this is what you get.



























































































nothing.

goodnight.

Pants.

I forget things. Quite a lot actually. In case you forgot, forgetting means that you don't remember. Or you have forgotten, forget or will be forgetting. So at any moment in time it is plausible I won't remember something.
Anyway, what was my point?
Oh yea. So this morning at about 2:30 I was awoken to rain. All the windows are open and so I leap out of bed (forgetting that I am suffering from a pretty severe nocturnally-triggered back ailment) rushing to go slow and then in agony decend down the stairs to shut windows. When I get down stairs, I notice that SOMEONE FORGOT TO SHUT THE LIGHTS OFF! (Who is that? Not me b/c I went to bed first). Why is our electric bill so high? Oh, it's my fault because I am the one who FORGETS to turn the lights off....
Anyway, where was I again? Oh yea. Pants.
I am not wearing pants. Just a too-small-for-me t-shirt and undies (arguably also too small).
So rush to the patio door. Remember, the lights are all on. I slam the patio door shut and scooch over to attempt to get out of the way in case others are doing the same thing. I run to another window that is wide open and shut that one. I am in agony, remember? My back is killing me by this point, forget to breathe pain. I head back upstairs, yanking a snuggy, and then remember the bathroom window is open.
The bathroom window is GIANT, and HUGE, and BIG. And I have to step into the bath tub to shut it. And my back hurts (just a little bit it's not that bad, I don't know why I mention it...) I step over the wall to get into the tub and am surprised and shocked and amazed that I am stepping in cold water. Brrr. And no pants. And try to close the window while leaving the blinds closed and fail so I quit and crawl back into bed.
Then I forget how to fall asleep. And toss and turn until I am forced to come downstairs (after grabbing pants) and document this for all the world to see. In doing so, I hope to achieve a few goals, but right now i can only remember one of them. That is to remember pants. Maybe if I remembered pants I would be sleeping and I would have less people making an effort during darkness walking slower (or faster) past my house.

In conclusion, I wish to make one disclaimer: Why do I forget things? It is mostly because I don't care. When I do care, I don't forget - just want to say that so in case any potential employers out there should read this they don't turn me away.

I'm still alive.

yea.
ohh.
uhhhh.
I'm still alive.

Star Tribune, you suck.

So this morning I get the stupidest phone call.

Me: Hello? (pause) Hello? (pause) Hello!
Chick: Hello?
Me: Hello?
Chick: Hi, is this the Ryan Foss residence?
Me: Yes
Chick: I am Chick, calling from the Star Tribune, calling to inquire about your paper subscription. You recently upgraded to the daily paper to your e-mail free along with your paid Sunday paper edition, is that correct?
Me: I don't know.
Chick: Well it says here that you are. Are you receiving your Sunday subscription to your satisfaction?
Me: Yes
Chick: Are you recieving your daily subscription in your e-mail?
Me: No, and that's fine with me b/c I don't want it.
Chick: Is your e-mail address.....gail.fXXXXXXXXXXXX ?
Me: Yes.
CHick: Okay, you should start receiving the daily subscription on your e-mail starting tomorrow.
Me: NO! I don't WANT that. Don't send it to me!
Chick: Okay have a nice day.

WTF!?