You Have to Surrender Eventually...

Catie took advantage of me. Probably told Rich to give me a remote-controlled warthog (from Halo) for Christmas so that she could exploit my joy for a photo-op. Devil woman...(I made it black and white, just to spite her)

White Christmas 2009

So it actually snowed in Oklahoma. Unfortunately, Catie and I drive a gangster/grandma mobile. Yeah that's right, we like the low-riders. But anyway, I coerced Catie in to seeing Avatar, a 2 hour and 40 minute film in spite of the rapid snowfall. Well sure enough, after the movie was over that car wasn't going anywhere. Fast forward an hour into the future, and we were slowly headed back home, after a stop at Seth and Caroline's to eat free food and harass our nephews. By the way, I managed to dig the car out of the parking lot unassisted, not by choice, but because here in Oklahoma, the supposed land of hospitality, no one except for a skinny kid with no coat offered assistance. And my only tool was a random board that happened to be in the trunk of Catie's car. Whatever. Who doesn't like rolling around in the snow in their good clothes for an hour clutching a 2X4 while screaming obscenities face-down in the snow on Christmas Eve. (the above picture was taken on our way into the movies, so that is why the conditions look fine)

Christmas 2009 at the Crane Home

Not much explanation needed for this picture. The only benefit of carrying your wife's purse would have to be that I am always in possession of the camera, and therefore, very rarely in the picture. (Curtis, Catie, and Lisa, for those of you who are a little slow...)

Cuban Gettin' Excited

Doesn't really look like a billionaire does he? He was drinking apple juice too. Weird guy.

Dirk at the Line

Just when your spouse starts complaining about their job, they go and do something like this. Now I can't help but want Catie to keep working there even when we have kids, just so I can occasionally feel like a rich person. 3 rows behind the Mavs bench, 6 feet from Mark Cuban. And the leg room can not be believed unless you experience it yourself.

This is an e-mail I got from a co-worker and I must admit I thought it was hilarious!! I swear some of these are straight from Tim's mouth!!!

The Man Rules

At last a guy has taken the time to write this all down
Finally , the guys' side of the story.( i must admit, it's pretty good.) We always hear " the Rules " From the female side. Now here are the rules from the male side.
These are our rules!Please note.. these are all numbered "1 " ON PURPOSE!

1. Men are NOT mind readers.

1. Learn to work the toilet seat.You're a big girl. If it's up, put it down.We need it up, you need it down.You don't hear us complaining about you leaving it down.

1. Sunday sports It's like the full moon or the changing of the tides.Let it be.

1. Crying is blackmail.

1. Ask for what you want. Let us be clear on this one: Subtle hints do not work!Strong hints do not work!Obvious hints do not work! Just say it!

1. Yes and No are perfectly acceptable answers to almost every question.

1. Come to us with a problem only if you want help solving it. That's what we do.Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for.

1. Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument. In fact, all comments become Null and void after 7 Days.

1. If you think you're fat, you probably are.Don't ask us.

1. If something we said can be interpreted two ways and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the other one

1. You can either ask us to do something Or tell us how you want it done. Not both.If you already know best how to do it, just do it yourself.

1. Whenever possible, Please say whatever you have to say during commercials..

1. Christopher Columbus did NOT need directions and neither do we.

1. ALL men see in only 16 colors, like Windows default settings.Peach, for example, is a fruit, not A color. Pumpkin is also a fruit. We have no idea what mauve is.

1. If we ask what is wrong and you say "nothing," We will act like nothing's wrong. We know you are lying, but it is just not worth the hassle.

1. If you ask a question you don't want an answer to, Expect an answer you don't want to hear.

1. When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything you wear is fine... Really .

1. Don't ask us what we're thinking about unless you are prepared to discuss such topics as baseball or golf.

1. You have enough clothes.

1. You have too many shoes.

1. I am in shape. Round IS a shape!

1. Thank you for reading this.Yes, I know, I have to sleep on the couch tonight;

~I will ask Tim if he likes what I am wearing and he says it looks fine. I told him I don't want to look fine, I want to look good! He says fine and good are the same things...somehow I don't think so!

~"If you think you're fat, you probably are.Don't ask us." That is one of my favorites...I guess if I am asking if my butt looks big then I already know the answer!!! I heard someone told their wife that their butt looked like two bull dogs fighting!

I will have to see what Tim has to say about these...I am sure he will agree!

So I was a little appaled by Tim's latest blog entry. I do not know why boys come up with nicknames for girls. Girls don't do it....the only thing I can think of girls saying is "he's a hottie" or "muscles." The picture above only illustrates my point. This is a seinfeld episode where Jerry dates this girl and he calls her "man hands." I have to admit it is a funny episode, but this proves my point! I can think of many nicknames I have heard over the years from boys. Let's name a few "hand model, buffalo, mr. ed, big toe, indian buff, mustache" and pry more I can't think of! I guess you have to accept boys are likes this, but it's not always nice, Tim!!! I would have to say though that some nicknames are funny once you hear the story so maybe I should blame myself as well...although it is boys who come up with the names.

I suppose you do have to admist plastic surgery does change you. Maybe Tim and I will change into.... (this is for you John!)
I mean, hey you never know. Anything is possible!

American Idol blows...

So i just had the misfortune of watching the end of American Idol while i was eating my dinner, and although it was lasagna, and i really like lasagna, i nearly lost it all over the coffee table.  Paula Abdul, first of all, needs to be in a freaking zoo.  we should be tempting her with bananas, not listening intently to her critiques on future one hit wonders.  just watch the last performance from february 25 and then listen to her comments about that kid, and you will understand.  i don't blog much cause in my mind i don't have much to say, but this atrocity just could not go unmarked.  i wish my opinions mattered to Fox, cause that chick has freaking lost it.  that kid they praised will probably go on to get a record contract and suck like all the rest of those freaks coming off that show.  makes me wanna puke.