Saturday was a big day.

by Sarah on August 12, 2008

in Daniel,Family,Photos

Kristina got married.

cutting the cake

And Daniel got his groove on.

Daniel dancing with Kris

Two momentous events in one day.


May I take your order?

by Sarah on July 30, 2008

in Daniel,Nada

Me: “Babe, I’m making pancakes. Do you want any?”

Daniel: “Yes. I would like two pancakes and a parched egg.”

Me: “What the hell is a parched egg. You mean a poached egg.”

Daniel: “Its a very thirsty egg.”

Me: “I love you dumbass.”


my little meatball

by Sarah on July 24, 2008

in Daniel,Family,Thor

A while ago Thor was sprayed by a skunk. He got nailed point-blank in the face.

After witnessing the unprovoked skunk assault on poor Thor, I immediately scooped him up and ran into my parent’s house. It was late at night, the house was quiet. My mother and Daniel where both asleep. (I should mention that Daniel works nights and doesn’t leave for work until after 11 PM.)

I started yelling and screaming hysterical commands to my family and started (as my dad describes it) “waving him around the house like an incense stick.” I hand him off to my dad because I am so distraught that I can barely keep from sobbing. At this point, Thor is beginning a total system shutdown. He is shaking, coughing, snorting, and drooling. His eyes are watering, and he is shitting all over the place. My father puts him in the kitchen sink as I harshly wake Daniel from bed.

I don’t know what I expected Daniel to do. From the time you first wake him up, he is completely useless for about 45 minutes. It’s not until he has coffee and a shower that he turns back into a person who can form thoughts and communicate words.

I will admit it, I was also useless in this situation. I can only hope that when I have a child I will learn how to handle emergencies better. This was a pathetic display of mothering, but my poor baby was upset, which made me extremely upset. . . I know, no excuses.

Daniel ran into the kitchen where my dad was still standing with Thor. He reached into the pantry and proudly pulled out a jar of Ragu Pasta Sauce.

“Will this work?,” Daniel said feeling falsely relieved from his impending duties.

My dad replied, “He’s not a frickin’ meatball!”

Daniel and I rushed to the drugstore and purchased anything that we thought would remotely help remove the odor. When we get home we mix together a concoction of dishwashing soap, tomato juice and baking soda. It wasn’t until 5 or so baths later that Thor started to resemble his sweet smelling self. But the skunk smell filled the house for days.

So just in case you find yourself in a similar situation. God forbid! I am posting the de-skunking formula that I was given just recently, (thanks Kris!)

deskunking recipe

click image to enlarge


Thor eventually learned to think twice before bum-rushing our “neighbors.” But not until he was bitch-slapped by a raccoon!