Just try to get through his blog entry without yawning! While sitting around the table tonight, me, Jon and Ryan randomly brought up the question, “why do we yawn?” This seemingly innocent question triggered a yawning circle that just could not be stopped. As we scoured the internet for some credible information as to why we yawn, the yawning got worse. I bet you’re yawning just thinking about all of us sitting around the table yawning…
Our curiosity as to why we yawn, spurred a full fledged yawning battle. I know–we really need to find something better to do with our time. Honestly though, we were amazed at the psychological power that a yawn seems to carry.
It’s pretty funny to sit around a table, offer up a yawn and watch the contagiousness of it all!
To make this entry not entirely pointless, here is an interesting article on yawning that we came across. The best part about our research on yawning is that there is still no evidence or reason as to why we yawn in the first place, just a plausible guess to make ourselves feel better about being a bunch of yawning idiots at the table.
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3076713/
Stay tuned for our next entry on hiccups–oh the excitement!
Unfortunately, in a house with three boys S#$T happens a lot around here. Even worse is that we recently discovered (the hard way) that our cesspool for our property is full, actually overflowing is a better description. First the centipede and now the S$%T…what’s next?
So basically our discovery began when I flushed the toilet and instead of my duty going down, it came up. Not only did my duty resist the temptation of gravity, but all previous duties as well (from our house and the unit up above). In a panic I called Super Hubby–add your own sound affects–to the rescue and instead of the disaster getting better, things got worse. How much nastier could it get you think? Read on…
A whole lot worse! When a plumbing issue such as ours occurs, plunging the toilet only complicates matters further. Apparently, when you plunge old faithful and the duty has no where to go, it goes where ever it can. In our case, the goods flowed freely from our shower drain.
Enter plumber. He comes out, plugs his nose and snakes the main pipe.
Problem solved…for two days.Now it’s Dobber’s turn.
He showers and instead of water draining out, more icky water floods into the bathtub. Of course we just had to see what would happen if we flushed the toilet and even more ick entered the picture.
Enter plumber yet again. This time we tell him to fix our problem for good. He plugs his nose yet again, snakes the main yet again and then begins to dig with his hands- YES HIS HANDS- for our cesspool. Our poor plumber didn’t have to dig too deep before an explosion of doo-doo and other nasties splattered across his glasses. He looks at me and says, “you smell that, that’s the smell of money”. I respond through gritted teeth that “yes, I’ve been smelling it for days- fix it and fix it now! Please :)”
Finally, after two days of no toilet or shower and limited running water the cesspool pumpers arrive and all is back to normal. All with the exception of feces sprinkling our yard from our neighbors flushing their toilets and overflowing our emergency valve- who knew S$%$T really does happen?!
**I almost forgot to mention the real kicker of this whole fiasco! As the plumber was digging down to reach our cesspool (which by the way is not far down!?) he came across, as he described, ” a freakishly large black centipede”….GREAT!!***
Pictures for your enjoyment, think it’s hard to look at? TRY LIVING WITH IT!!
Feces and toilet paper outside our door from the emergency valve overflowing:
Oh No! Our neighbor flushed the toilet again!
A wonderful view of our shower (imagine, this is a picture after the tub had finally drained, it was full at least half way before that):
Me and my pee cup-the boys could walk out front and do their duty but I had to be more discreet during the day:
Here are some pictures of me and Jon surfing my all time favorite North Shore spot, Puena Point!
Now that the centipede was dead, we could begin to celebrate Halloween true Hawaiian style. Remember our posts from last year about the crazy costumes, drunken escapades of tourists and overflowing streets of partiers, well this year was no exception!
We started the day off nice and slow with some pumpkin carving and roasting pumpkin seeds.
Ty hard at work on our masterpiece:
Showing off “Jack” our creative and joint effort:
Ever wonder what happens when you wait until the last minute to find a Halloween costume? Our friend Mike found out the hard way. Heather H. and I took on the job of beautifying Mike into a Britney Spears look-alike. He was a great sport and rocked some wicked eye-lashes and mullet style wig all night long!
The transformations begin…
Don’t let his innocent face fool you, Tyler is a monster dressed as a lady bug. He does look cute though, doesn’t he?
The big reveal:
Showing Mike how to do the sexy Britney pose:
Craziness out on the street and on the dance floor:
Ok, this silly phrase has proven itself on more than one occasion to be more than just a simple good-night saying. With Halloween around the corner we expected the usual Boo’s and frights but the wee hours of October 31st put all other Hallo scares to shame…
Ryan and I went to bed as usual and were happily in slumber world when I heard, “Babe get up!” As many of you know I am force to reckon with when awoken from a dead sleep so you can imagine my response to this rude awakening. “What?”….I grumble…..He only had to get a few syllables out before I jumped out of bed kicking and throwing everything in my wake “C-E-N-T-A…..ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!”
After all the scrambling and screaming, this is what we found in bed with us:
Yes, that is a Gigantic bad ass Hawaiian centipede and yes it really had taken up residence in our bed. Ryan felt an odd flicking on his foot that woke him up and after determining that it wasn’t me, immediately began to think the worst. This f$%$#r was literally 5-6 inches long with about a bazillion pain inflicting legs and pinchers. Not only does he give you the creepy crawlies but he has the potential to land you in the hospital for days– soft ball sized swelling anyone? Yeah, we passed too!
Imagine for a second the terror that ran through our household as we not only find this jerk in our cozy bed but can’t seem to kill or catch him either. Ahh ha but we are man! We have tools, fire, RAID and the power to organize and KILL-KILL-KILL! A combination of smashing, stomping, drowning, Parson’s floor cleaner and good old Pee- Pee finally brought an end to this dick-wad. (Yes, I’m angry and yes, mom- I know foul language isn’t lady like!)
To make sure he was good and dead we let him sit in the toilet for quite a while, I just knew that he was going to seek revenge and crawl up and bite me while I was peeing the next morning. I couldn’t think to flush him until I had proven that he wasn’t just using Fido’s old trick and playing dead. I can tell you with a high degree of certainty that this little bastard was dead-dead as a door nail.
…and with that ordeal done and over with, we began our Halloween!
Another look at him if you can stand it (please ignore the toilet ring-it just won’t go away):
And that means it’s time to grow out your mo’staches men!
We have a friends and family team showing their support at Movember.com called “Mo Betta”.
Men (”Mo Bros”), not only do you get a free pass to grow a dirty stash, you also get to raise awareness and money for men’s health (prostate cancer especially).
Women, you can “grow” a stache too if you want (making you a “Mo Sista”). Or you can help out by donating a few bucks to the cause. (If you didn’t know, prostate cancer is a leading cause of limp dick… so just consider it an early investment in your later years.)
If you’d like to join our team, just follow the link below: Join Mo Betta (And you better follow the rules! No beards, no goatees. Ticklers, aka soul patches, are acceptable but must be kept small.)
If you’re super cool and would like to contribute to the cause through a donation, you can do so here: Donate to Mo Betta
Or if you’re just a curious little fellow, you can read more about prostate cancer.
Sorry about being a few days late… it’ll just make your mo that mo’ ugly at the end of the mo’nth!
(PS. I don’t have a good mug shot up yet, but here’s a direct link to my mo space page too)
And for those that need a little refresher on men’s anatomy, well, here you go!
