Showing posts with label Wonder Boy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Wonder Boy. Show all posts
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
I embarrassed Wonder Boy
I waved at one of those little sign wavers that are sometimes outside of stores. He was wearing a clown suit. I couldn't help it. I had to.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Gamera Party
Last night, we had a Gamera party, complete with Gamera treats.

Here is a picture of the real Gamera:

Gamera is the giant flying turtle of Japan. He is the children's friend. He does not look the part, but he is the children's friend.
Early on in the evening, it was declared that Wonder Boy was the Children's Friend, because of his deep, sincere love for children.
We all happily ate our Gamera treats, until I found out about a horrible mistake I had made.
"Oh No! I ate Gamera Backwards!" You can see his little, glazed over chocolate eyeballs. It was really startling when I saw what I had done.
Then we started arguing over who Gamera should fight next. I said that we should have Gamera Vs. the Ancient Conquistador. Then I declared, "I like to say 'conquistador.' It's fun to say."
Other quotes:
Cool Man: "Wonder Boy is the last of his kind." Cool Man does not know how very true this is. Wonder Boy, I know you're reading this right now. The future depends upon you.
Mullet Man asked the infamous question, again: "Wonder Boy, can I touch you again?" It really does look worse in writing.
Lori: "Just Me, don't pull Wonder Boy's little leg hairs."
Me: "Long,"
Lori: "Long and silky."
Mullet Man has been planning to do a remake of Zontar, The Thing From Venus (a very horrible 50's sci-fi movie). We found out that he was planning on having it go in the wrong direction. Mullet Man planned to have Wonder Boy wear just a lab coat, and only a lab coat in it. Nothing else. Mullet Man claims that we misheard him.
I discovered I am really great with kids. When my little cousin Cool Man was trying to block my camera with his hand, I told him, "If you touch my camera lens, you will die the death of a thousand men, yet more so." It stopped him, and he did not seem to be too disturbed afterwards.
When the Gamera Vs. Sqid Monster battle appeared, it was almost too much for me.
"Squid Monster, Squid Monster,
Hurray, hurray!
If you come today,
Ole! Ole!"

Here is a picture of the real Gamera:
Gamera is the giant flying turtle of Japan. He is the children's friend. He does not look the part, but he is the children's friend.
Early on in the evening, it was declared that Wonder Boy was the Children's Friend, because of his deep, sincere love for children.
We all happily ate our Gamera treats, until I found out about a horrible mistake I had made.

Then we started arguing over who Gamera should fight next. I said that we should have Gamera Vs. the Ancient Conquistador. Then I declared, "I like to say 'conquistador.' It's fun to say."
Other quotes:
Cool Man: "Wonder Boy is the last of his kind." Cool Man does not know how very true this is. Wonder Boy, I know you're reading this right now. The future depends upon you.
Mullet Man asked the infamous question, again: "Wonder Boy, can I touch you again?" It really does look worse in writing.
Lori: "Just Me, don't pull Wonder Boy's little leg hairs."
Me: "Long,"
Lori: "Long and silky."
Mullet Man has been planning to do a remake of Zontar, The Thing From Venus (a very horrible 50's sci-fi movie). We found out that he was planning on having it go in the wrong direction. Mullet Man planned to have Wonder Boy wear just a lab coat, and only a lab coat in it. Nothing else. Mullet Man claims that we misheard him.
I discovered I am really great with kids. When my little cousin Cool Man was trying to block my camera with his hand, I told him, "If you touch my camera lens, you will die the death of a thousand men, yet more so." It stopped him, and he did not seem to be too disturbed afterwards.
When the Gamera Vs. Sqid Monster battle appeared, it was almost too much for me.
"Squid Monster, Squid Monster,
Hurray, hurray!
If you come today,
Ole! Ole!"
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Wordless Thursday
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Butterfly
See the little butterfly!
It's floaty wings are gold
I wish to be a butterfly
But I can't be one I'm told
It makes me want to sit and cry
'Cause I wanna be a butterfly!
Shiny wings of silver and blue
Across the sky they flew and blew
Fluttery circles in my mind
I wanna be the most beautiful butterfly you can find!
But, they said
You can't be a butterfly
If you were, you'd be dead!
So now I want to cry
'Cause I wanna be a butterfly!
-Wonder Boy
You know, and interesting thing about this quote is that it was said by the amazing Wonder Boy while he was passed out on the floor after consuming too much tabasco sauce. The Wonder Boy denies ever saying such a thing, but this is not true. We all know that the Wonder Boy said it.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Wonder Boy's Mad Dash Towards Wall Cloud
Yesterday, Wonder Boy was all excited over the storms. He knocked on my door and asked if I wanted to walk the dog. This meant "Just me, please give me an excuse to walk down the block and look at the clouds so the neighbor's don't think I'm crazy." I grabbed my camera and leashed up the dog, and we went outside. Standing in our driveway, I took time to take this picture:


He was heading at a mad pace towards this wall cloud. I followed him and stopped to take several pictures.
Then it started to rain. Then it started to rain harder. Suddenly, Wonder Boy found himself soaking wet, and a block from home. Wonder Boy felt happy because he likes storms, but he also felt unhappy because he was a block from home and was getting soaked. Then he felt happy again because his sister was also a block from home and getting soaked.

Wonder Boy headed for home, now that he had accomplished dragging his poor sister and the even poorer little dog out to get wet.


(Here's a closer picture of that little thingy in the picture. I don't know what it is, but it looks cool so I like it. It's kinda twisty, and it glows.)
After we got back, Wonder Boy discovered that there was a tornado warning for the very wall cloud that he had me and the poor little dog run for. Wonder Boy said that he had cut it closer than he would have wanted to, but the sinister gleam in his eye said that it was exactly how he wanted it to be because he likes to live life on the edge and chase after wall clouds on foot.

Here's a picture that I took from the front porch. The flash was on, so those white dots are water droplets, not orbs.

Then I looked over to where Wonder Boy was going

He was heading at a mad pace towards this wall cloud. I followed him and stopped to take several pictures.
Then it started to rain. Then it started to rain harder. Suddenly, Wonder Boy found himself soaking wet, and a block from home. Wonder Boy felt happy because he likes storms, but he also felt unhappy because he was a block from home and was getting soaked. Then he felt happy again because his sister was also a block from home and getting soaked.

Wonder Boy headed for home, now that he had accomplished dragging his poor sister and the even poorer little dog out to get wet.

Wonder Boy began to run while looking at the wall cloud.

(Here's a closer picture of that little thingy in the picture. I don't know what it is, but it looks cool so I like it. It's kinda twisty, and it glows.)
After we got back, Wonder Boy discovered that there was a tornado warning for the very wall cloud that he had me and the poor little dog run for. Wonder Boy said that he had cut it closer than he would have wanted to, but the sinister gleam in his eye said that it was exactly how he wanted it to be because he likes to live life on the edge and chase after wall clouds on foot.

Here's a picture that I took from the front porch. The flash was on, so those white dots are water droplets, not orbs.

Although they certainly do look like orbs.
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Wordless Wednesday
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Wonder Boy Raps
Sunday, January 6, 2008
Wonder Toast
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Like Father, Like Son
Here is a picture of the Wonder Boy and his dad in their matching hoodies. Please note that the Wonder Boy's dad is wearing shoes, and the Wonder Boy is not.
Monday, October 15, 2007
Sausage and Sauerkraut
Lori, I don't know where you ran off to, but I think that if you were to go to where your husband or the Wonder Boy lurks, you would regret feeding them sausage and sauerkraut for dinner. Barely two hours have passed since dinner, and already the smell is unbearable outside of my room. I have locked myself in here, and will not come out unless there is a fire.
Are there any leftover sausages? I am thankful that all the sauerkraut was eaten up. Hopefully, it will all be over in one short, but very stinky burst. Unless your husband, the Snack Man, decides that he hungers for more sausage before going to bed. Then, at least that will be you problem to deal with, and not mine . . .
Are there any leftover sausages? I am thankful that all the sauerkraut was eaten up. Hopefully, it will all be over in one short, but very stinky burst. Unless your husband, the Snack Man, decides that he hungers for more sausage before going to bed. Then, at least that will be you problem to deal with, and not mine . . .
Monday, September 3, 2007
This is Disgusting
This is what the Wonder Boy considers to be clean:

If he considers the counter top here to be clean, then what does he consider to be dirty? After I took some pictures of his "clean" mess, I made him clean it up.
Notice the similarity between this, and the Wad O' Pizza post. On both occasions, Wonder Boy's parents were gone. This makes you wonder what will happen when he moves out, assuming that he does, in fact, move out sometime.
If he considers the counter top here to be clean, then what does he consider to be dirty? After I took some pictures of his "clean" mess, I made him clean it up.
Notice the similarity between this, and the Wad O' Pizza post. On both occasions, Wonder Boy's parents were gone. This makes you wonder what will happen when he moves out, assuming that he does, in fact, move out sometime.
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