One mans trash is another mans treasure

Okay, our neighbors down the street from us moved out on Tuesday. His car was in the back of the moving truck and by that afternoon they were out of there. On my way home from mutual at 8:45 p.m. I noticed this tv in their driveway near the gutter covered in water from the sprinklers. I stopped my car to take a look, it looked nice and big, so I give Cory a call and within 5 min. we're hauling this bad boy away in the back of our car. It felt a little like the movie, Fun with Dick and Jane. So now we have this baby in our room, cable hooked up and we are stoked. We've been wanting a tv in our room for sometime but can't justify it, so.... Cory in all his excitement tells me, "honey, you've won a state championship, made some clutch putts in your career, given birth to our daughter, but this is the most clutch thing you have ever done." What a man! All I can say is, "One mans trash is another mans treasure."

Paddle Ball, is it in you?

So who in the world can do the Paddle ball? Let alone what type of person invented the darn thing? So my record is about 10, I know amazing. Cory says he's seen people who can do it, I don't believe him. I mean look at Mary, she's a natural better than the rest of us. It's just not something that people should be able to do. If they can do it, they need to get a job or solve world hunger or something. I don't know I kind of like the thing. I mean it cost $1, has a picture of Dora and Boots on it and it has a ball that won't cause me to pull a hammy running down the road after it. If any of you have seen little Marys favorite game, she loves to throw golf balls down our hill and watch Mommy run after it, what a thrill. I'm sure the neighbors get a kick out of it. So I'll give the paddle ball a chance. Besides it hits the core of every competitive person out there. "Why can't I do this thing?" And then we spend the rest of our sanity trying to prove the dang paddle wrong. "Everygame needs a hero." "Is it in you?"

Bubbles that never die!

Okay, so I thought I had this ingenious idea that I would get Mary Ima bubbles that you could "hold in your hand!" Yes, great idea by the mommers. So this morning to avert her attention from cartoons (she watches alot but she learns so much, seriously)I brought out the never die bubbles. They started out great as you can see by picture numero uno. Then the never die bubbles were everywhere. They consumed our house, covering our t.v. couch, and floor. Cory especially didn't like them on his x-box controller, oh no! And as one of the pictures show they were stuck to Mary Ima's hair. Don't worry they disintegrate into hopefully non-toxic crap that is all over our house. Isn't funny that every child adores bubbles? Story for next post!

Daddy your nose is big, haha

We Have a blog!!

Yes it is true. The Roberts family has put off their disdain for MySpace and Facebook and decided to start a little blog that will allow all of us to keep in touch and for y'all to see the most recent pictures of Mary, the real reason anyone ever calls us, and her parents. This should be fun so...stay tuned.