tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51622135067690346742024-02-20T18:02:47.083-08:00Couch Cushion CastleUncle Jellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08639365410524674280noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5162213506769034674.post-15235990227666249342011-12-29T10:07:00.000-08:002011-12-29T10:07:27.957-08:00Super Heroes vs Foot Odor
It’s been far too long since my last blog. I could give you some excuse like ‘I’ve been
too busy’, or ‘Work has been crazy’, but that wouldn’t be the truth. I was actually saving the planet from a group
of rogue ninjas disguised as sugar plum fairies…hmmm… I don’t even know what a
real sugar plum fairy looks like, excuse me, I’m going to go and Google it
really fast……….
……Okay I’mUncle Jellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08639365410524674280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5162213506769034674.post-24583607150370409952011-02-16T11:41:00.000-08:002011-02-16T11:41:12.400-08:00NEVER FORGET THE MORNING BREATH!!!!!I’m a morning person. As soon as my eyes open my brain is firing on all cylinders. Within ten seconds of rolling out of bed I could be doing multiplication tables like a world champion 4th grader, my brain just activates instantly. I can wake up, be in a great mood, sing and dance with such enthusiasm that Jodi, quite often I’m sure, is tempted to use her flat iron on my Uncle Jellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08639365410524674280noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5162213506769034674.post-64411837615198274902011-02-14T14:43:00.000-08:002011-02-14T14:43:12.749-08:00Lover and a fighter...Today is Valentines Day. So, in light of this day I’m changing things up a little bit here on my blog. Instead of writing about the cutest kid in the world and our antics together, I’m going to write about the woman who brought that wonderful little boy into my life. The woman who, because she is such a great mom, has inspired me to be a great dad. Today’s post is a love Uncle Jellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08639365410524674280noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5162213506769034674.post-53797292263931299112011-02-10T17:22:00.000-08:002011-02-10T17:22:21.661-08:00Fauxhawk of Awesomness<!--StartFragment-->
Today I did the impossible. Today I tamed a wild beast. This wasn’t just any wild beast, this was the most stubborn and unkempt wild beast of all wild beasts. This beast has been staring me in the face for years, taunting me, daring me to approach it. Well, today I approached it. I walked right up to this beast, my weapon inUncle Jellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08639365410524674280noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5162213506769034674.post-88036897845799816722011-02-07T16:12:00.000-08:002011-02-07T16:12:38.661-08:00A hero in the making...I asked Jordan what he wanted me to write about today. He gave me one word, BATMAN. This one word speaks volumes to me. There are so many angles and aspects to this one word when it comes to my life, and also in mine and Jordan’s relationship. To us Batman isn’t just a word, it’s a symbol, a symbol of our imaginations, a symbol of our hearts desires, a symbol of our Uncle Jellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08639365410524674280noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5162213506769034674.post-26990139791436136252011-02-04T14:27:00.000-08:002011-02-04T14:27:34.526-08:00Not a swirling vortex before breakfast again!I’m going to try something a little different. I’m feeling a little quirky today, so I’m going to switch up my style a little bit. Today, instead of telling you something that has happened in the life of Jodi, Jordan and I, I’m going to just make up a story as I’m typing. There is no premeditation about what the content of this story is; I am literally making this up as I go Uncle Jellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08639365410524674280noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5162213506769034674.post-90182010436530093932011-02-01T16:21:00.000-08:002011-02-01T16:21:07.171-08:00Jedi Mind Tricks From a 3 Year Old<!--StartFragment-->
Jordan has super powers. Well, maybe it’s just super power, singular. I haven’t determined what the specific power is yet; it could be one of a few things or a few things combined. I’ve been studying him very closely and there is definitely something there, something strong. Sometimes it seems like he has some sort of mind controlUncle Jellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08639365410524674280noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5162213506769034674.post-33852036920689115932011-01-29T13:12:00.000-08:002011-01-29T13:12:48.161-08:00Graham crackers for the masses! I consider myself to be rather tech savvy. I’m not a computer genius, but I’ve got enough wits about me to figure out most electronic gadgetry thrown my way. Twenty-seven years ago, however, I was still drooling on myself(more than I do now, at least), and was completely amazed by the structures I could erect by placing one block of wood on top of another. Uncle Jellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08639365410524674280noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5162213506769034674.post-78982986294970323042011-01-27T12:50:00.000-08:002011-01-27T12:50:03.807-08:00Mmmmm... Bread Butts!<!--StartFragment-->
All of these LEGO spaceships I’ve had to build lately look like Rainbow Brite vomit. Our current LEGO collection is very…eclectic. We don’t have a particular set of LEGOs, just a conglomeration of different shapes, colors and sizes that have been acquired from Grandma and Grandpa Smiths collection. I’m quite sure that if we were ever Uncle Jellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08639365410524674280noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5162213506769034674.post-16269970964294017162011-01-25T13:17:00.000-08:002011-01-25T13:17:11.366-08:00Beware The Giraffe!<!--StartFragment-->
We are safe in here. We’ve built this structure to withstand all forms of inclement weather. Our loyal soldiers protect us on all sides; we have an infinite supply of food…we even have a kitchen sink. When we get bored we have books to read or we can just sit around and tell stories of the old days. Unfortunately, we have no Uncle Jellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08639365410524674280noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5162213506769034674.post-66366381116953112872011-01-22T16:02:00.000-08:002011-01-22T16:02:46.470-08:00Vegetable Battlecruiser<!--StartFragment-->
I got beat by a 3 year old in an epic dogfight between two custom made Lego spaceships. It wasn’t a fair fight, though, and I’ll explain why: 1. He is shorter than me, therefore, providing him with a lot more easily accessible areas to escape pursuit. 2. He doesn’t understand the laws of physics as I do, so he believes Uncle Jellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08639365410524674280noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5162213506769034674.post-26343526311097112612011-01-20T19:36:00.000-08:002011-01-20T19:36:53.519-08:00Ninjas? Yes Please! When I was younger I was a G.I. Joe, my favorite character to pretend to be was Snake Eyes. My brothers and I would build a fortress and battle invisible enemies. We would strategize, plot, plan and build our armory. A stick could be a sniper rifle, a big stick would be a bazooka, rocks were hand grenades and where we lived we had a limitless supply of all. Uncle Jellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08639365410524674280noreply@blogger.com2