Saturday, April 16, 2011

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Phineas And Ferb - Hey Ferb! (I Know What We're Gonna Do Today) Lyrics (HQ)

one, two , "flee"!!!

OK, I have one more kid to get in school.  After 6, I think I am on the downhill on this school thing.

I wasn't able to get Wheezer in a preschool so we are working on her numbers and letters here at home.

Our school didn't have any openings in their preschool program, and they want a million dollars a week for any preschool in our area.

For some reason Wheezer can count but has a problem with her number three.

Yesterday at the kitchen table, Grandpa was "homeschooling" her.

She also has a bit of a problem saying the word "three".

Just for the record, she can sing the whole opening song to Phinias and Ferb.  (So can I).

She starts out "one two, four, five".

Grandpa says to her " One, two, three, four, five".

After about five minutes, she is NOT listening and still can't get it.

"Do you want a crack on the butt?"

"No, grandpa, not really".

"Then pay attention."


"One, two, pause."


She says "flee"

"one, two, flee, four, five".

"Now, that's better"

I whisper in her ear.  "tomarrow, you better say the numbers correctly or you will have to "flee" from the wrath of Grandpa.

She sits at the table all night.

"flee, flee, flee"

One, two, flee,four, five.


I hum the Phineas and Ferb tune under my breath.

"Hey Ferb, whatta you gonna do today?"

"flee, flee, flee"

Talk later,


Wednesday, April 13, 2011



OK, so this friend of mine gets a new job. I have no idea what he does, I am just glad he got a job.

He comes over for coffee the other day.

He tells me about some forms he had to fill out at work.

"The boss told me to fill out my YOP forms".

I poured him a cup of coffee, trying to look like I knew what in the heck he was talking about.

"Did you get the forms in on time?"

"Oh yeah, Annie, they were easy to fill out, you could even do them".

"Oh", I answered.

I cut some cake and still tried to look like I knew what in the heck he was talking about.

Maybe there are new forms I don't know about out there in the work place.

Maybe I am just really stupid.

He waits for a while.

"Aren't you gonna ask me what YOP stands for"?

"Sure", I answer.

"Your Own Opinion".

"Oh sure, I knew that", I answer while lighting up a cigarette and still trying not to look like an idiot.

"Oh, Annie, you would love it, they have these forms and you have to fill them out once a month and give your own opinion on what goes on at work".

I sit there for a minute.

"Do they have forms like that for house hold use?"

He looks at me funny.

"I think I should fill those out here, you know, what goes on here, or better yet, what DOESN'T go on here. You know, give my own opinion on why the toilet seat still isn't fixed and why my car still sits in the driveway waiting for a new fuel pump".

"I better go out and see what Grampa is doing out in the sugar shanty", was his reply.


Talk later,


Posted by anne smith at 3:53 AM