Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Bad News Brothers Car-Jack Neighbor Girl - Steal Jeep

The wonder twins pretty much stalked the neighbor girl saying "ooooooooh", "cooooool", "wow" and presented other fawning gestures until she basically had no choice but let them take a ride.

I have to say that it was the most polite car-jacking that I have ever seen, but I must admit that I have not been witness to very many car-jackings in my day.

Twin #Trouble took the first ride and since he couldn't go straight, the little girl had to help push him off the grass (the battery was already pretty much worn down) several times.

I was shocked however when Twin #1 asked to drive, his brother just jumped out and got in the passenger seat.  Twin #1 was more interested in seeing how the thing worked then actually covering ground, so he worked hard to keep the jeep on the sidewalk.

If a picture is worth a thousand words, then this one is worth 1001 + 1 hyphenated words, and that one word plus the hyphenated word that makes this picture worth .00025% (because a hyphenated word is basically a word and a half) more than all other pictures is:


Sunday, February 20, 2011

Little Guy Stalked by Frog on Driving Range

Little guy had to take his class pet (stuffed frog named Leah) around with him everywhere this weekend, which I think is kind of creepy, but whatever.

So on Saturday afternoon when we went to the driving range and forgot to take the frog, we HAD TO go back later in the evening and do a dramatic recreation of the event.  I was glad we did go back though, Little Guy found his swing.

I'll repeat that because it is a huge milestone.  Little Guy found his swing.

This is no small feat.  He finally admitted in the car on the way home from the first round, that he wasn't really trying his hardest, which was pretty obvious.  Lately he hasn't been a very good listener.

I only let him take a few swings when we went back with the frog, but it was worth it.  I worked all afternoon with him to keep his feel on the ground, both before and after his swing, to no avail.  For most of the afternoon, he looked like a lazy version of Happy Gilmore, he wasn't running at the ball, just kind of walking around and into it.

His final shots of the evening were a total breakthrough though.  In his follow through, his front foot stayed in place, his back foot came up onto his toe, his knees were close to touching, his front arm was a little bent, but his back arm was straight, and the ball blasted off straight and high toward the flag.  We were both excited.

Not that it matters, but earlier in the afternoon, I finally found my Driver swing.  It took 2 1/2 hrs, 400+ balls and a hand full of blisters to find it, but I think I finally have a shot that won't take out a window on my next outing at a decent golf club.  Yeah.