This site is dedicated to my fondness for fowl. Not in any way that requires years of therapy. It's not even my favorite meat. I just think it's neat. What can I say? I am easily amused.
Plus, it may have something to do with the fact that my first and middle names said together are a homonym of poultry (Paul Troy).

Monday, October 12, 2009

It's Time for Some Catsup!

Or is it ketchup?

Actually, it's neither.

It's time to catch up.

Yes Father, it's over a year since my last confession, um, post; yes, since my last post. A lot has happened. We lost another pet. Our dog, Sasha, who was 16. Both Mrs. Phez and I are surviving in this down turned economy, knock on wood - ouch! Lil Phez and Baby Phez are doing grrreat. Although Baby Phez will need a different was his 2nd birthday! You'd think after a year, I'd have more to say, but baby steps I reckon. Here are some pics in the meantime.

Here is a picture of Lil Phez on his first day of Kindergarten. He loves school. He was named student of the month last month!

And here is the big two year old in a school photo taken last week. And yes, he is that cute and that devilish all rolled into one!

And lastly, here are some pictures of our recent home improvement project: building a door for our kitchen pantry. Thanks Home Depot!

Friday, July 25, 2008

Don't Eat Soggy Waffles!

An interchange that happened this afternoon on the way home from work & daycare:

Lil Phez: Don't eat soggy waffles, right daddy?
Me: Huh? What baby?
Lil Phez: I told to you, "Don't eat soggy waffles". That's right, right daddy?
Me: Surrrrre. Okay, sweetie.
(About 10 minutes later; closer to our home)
Lil Phez: That way is eat, right daddy? And that way is waffles.
Me: (not hearing him completely) That's right, left is that way and right is that way.
Lil Phez: No daddy, soggy is there and don't is there. I know because 'don't eat soggy waffles.
Me: Ohhhh, baby it's not 'Don't', it's never. You're saying "Never Eat Soggy Waffles". That's neat that you know that. Who told you that?
Lil Phez: Diana at school. It was on her t=shirt with arrows.
Me: Cool. I learned it as "Never Eat Shredded Wheat" helps you remember directions.
Lil Phez: Yep.

Friday, July 11, 2008

Friday Shuffle - A Tribute Edition

Hi guys,

Yesterday one of our two 16 year old cats past away; JJ. He was aided in his departure by the vet and both Mrs. Phez and I were with him. So, with a nod to Fred to start the music, let's call this one out to my little grey and black tiger-striped kitty.
  1. "Lovely Rita", by the Beattles. A great song that makes some silly lyrics work. I love the piano stylings in this song reminiscent of "The Entertainer".
  2. "Divorce Song", by Lix Phair. Okay, not a great song. A good song, though. And I'm impressed that Liz got through a song without dropping the F-bomb. Woops, scratch that last part - I was writing this during the tail end of the such luck.
  3. "What a Fool Believes", by The Doobie Brothers. A classic. But I admit that I really know the refrain.
  4. "Two Less Lonely People in the World", by Air Supply. Gag me with spoon.
  5. "Scared of You", by Nelly Fritada (Okay I know it's "Furtado", but Fritada is just a lot funnier)
  6. "Can't Stop This Thing We Started", by Bryan Adams. See how one gets punished for saying that they like 80's music?
  7. "I Can See For Miles", by the Who. The unknown continuation of that song is, "...When I'm Not in a Drug Induced Stupor".
  8. "Back In The Saddle", by Aerosmith.
  9. "Strawberry Fields Forever", off of the Across the Universe soundtrack
  10. "Good Feeling", by the Violent Femmes.

Well that it's for the very odd shuffle. Peace, everyone.

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Today Is Hilda's Birthday

Please go over to her blog and wish her a happy one. Her in-laws are visiting them from out of town. I won't say anything more...just go over wish that girl a happy b-day for the love of God!

Nope. Not Dead.

Busy? Yes.

Tired? Yes.

Lazy? Yes.

Happy that I have Blogger Friends that care about me? Yes.

Dead? Not yet.

I will post again soon. Sorry everyone!

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Say What?

As a dad, there are words and phrases that you never think you'll hear yourself say to your little ones. Take for example, "If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand's okay to smoke pot - recreationaly", or "I've had my doubts before, but now I know for're way too smart to be my offspring". These are things I can go to my grave without ever saying. Tonight I said something though that was almost as alarming:

Stop brushing your teeth, already!

Mrs. Phez bought Lil' Phez a new tooth brush this past weekend that when the operator of said hygienic cleaning device squeezes it, the thing will light up & start flashing a tacky & obtrusive fun & creative pattern of lights for the mandated suggested period of time allotted for brushing ones teeth that will provide for the sufficient removal of calcified sap from an 800 year old Sequoia bits of Cheetos from the youngsters teeth.

It was upon the occasion of my child squeezing the ?!@#?#@! toothbrush for the 4th time that I begged the Gods from the heavens above for the benevolent mercy to cease the antics of the toothbrush and in exchange I would offer my internal organs to be served at the nearest Benihana asked the kid to knock it off. Because, by this point in the evening, I wasn't sure which was to come first: (a)the end of the tooth brushing so my kid would go to bed, or (b)the apocalypse. I was betting on the latter.