I just don't know anymore

No 'y' in beauty to be heard

The winner of create a story for this photo montage #1 is mr andrew f. His story is as follows:

Once upon a time there was Olivia. She was asleep. She must have been thinking about rice krispy treat cereal or something of that sort because the smile that she wore on her face penetrated everyone's heart. It was too much for anyone to handle. Anyone not blood related to her would most likely go into a coma after glancing upon the infant's smiling countenance. This was serious.

When driving to ikea one september day about 2008 years after the death of our Jesus, something happened. Joel saw a lady lying down in the middle of the street. She went into a coma. Unbeknownst to Joel and Miranda, the expressionless lady had caught a glimpse into the saturn only to see the lovely smiling face of Olivia within her safety straps. Miranda got out of the car and checked on the old lady while Joel made sure that Olivia wasn't smiling. Joel said,"No, not another victim of our child's beaut!" But at that point, there was no y in beauty to be heard. Because at that point my friends, Joel and Miranda's immunity to Olivia's smile had ceased to be.

That, my friends, is the story of the trip to Ikea.

Congrats mr andrew f! You may claim your hot date with mrs fields in the kitchen of the rockey home.

Boo who

Our up-until-yesterday trusty canon powershot a610 went to be with the lord yesterday. Services will be held friday at noon at the rockey home. A slideshow of photos taken by the canon powershot a610 will be shown in memory of its years of service to the rockey family. monetary donations left in sealed envelopes inside our screendoor are welcome in lieu of flowers.

We leave you today with canon powershot a610's final photograph. It's not wildly impressive or exciting to look at... But it was its last.

Here i sit all broken hearted,

This preceding week has been been a whirlwind of funtivities featuring in no particular order, grandparents, catfish, painting a barn, friends, acts of apostles, children chasing soccer balls, pizza, friends, pumpkin seeds, puddles of poop, songs, apples, fire bowls, thank you cards, gifts by mail, returning diapers, receiving diapers.

Today, we will attempt the following:

-play the sexton
-lyricize
-seal the deal
-crack the shack
-send for hoodies

Complaints?

Tell it to this guy.

Something we all needed to see

Thanks wendy.

The gift of peace queer

"Clearly, anyone who looks at the photograph can tell that I had been abducted by an international league of peace queers and forced to write protest music. You know, for their cause," says mister todd snider.

Download todd snider's eight song album 'peace queer' for absolutely free dollars.

If you're not familiar with mister snider's songwriting, familiarize yourself now.

Dig.

Pushing back

Television on dvd has undoubtably been the single greatest invention of the twenty first century thus far. To date we've been able to buck the cable companies and still enjoy a few of our favorite programs such as showtime's weeds and dexter as well as hbo's curb your enthusiasm, flight of the conchords and a&e's mad men. However, another show which has recently captivated us via dvd rental is the colorful, quirky self-proclaimed forensic fairytale, abc's pushing daisies. I'd heard things, but for whatever reason never gave it a chance during the cut-short first season. However, when season one released on dvd a few weeks back, miranda and i stepped into a magical world of dead people and pie and have found it impossible to look back.

Here's a brief synopsis of pushing daisies' premise...



I keep hearing rumors that abc is going to cancel this enchanting, inventive program and my heart begins to cry little baby tears... much like when i first heard the rumors of arrested development's impending doom.

I know, i know, we never should have gotten ourselves so emotionally invested in another show whose future was already in dire straits, but it's too late to turn back now and we will not live in a state of regret. Instead, we shall rally the troops around the beloved patrons of the pie hole and fight the good fight!

Do yourself and the wonderful people behind pushing daisies a favor, rent season one on dvd, catch up with season two on abc.com, watch every wednesday night at eight o'clock pm on abc television and right your congressman demanding their support for the future of pushing daisies. You know what, let's stop waiting for our government to get off their hind quarters to move for us. We're for the people by the people! Let us get behind pushing daisies ourselves and start pushing back!

Things to do:
-save pushing daisies
-watch arrested development (single greatest comedy on television ever)
-rock out to dire straits
-enjoy some pie
-punch tv in the face

shine on.

Verbal

Seasons

Floating...

Drifting...

Mud crutches

A young robert zimmerman once said, 'you don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows.' Even earlier, he also said, 'a hard rain's a-gonna fall.' Essentially, zimmy's treatise was this; rain will come and your beloved meteorologist cannot be trusted to tell you exactly when that will be.

I don't believe i'm putting words in the mouth of dylan.

Maybe i'm speculating only slightly, but when i woke up on tuesday morning and decided to take the family on a trip to brown county state park, i hung a whole lot of hope on the accuracy of my local weather forecasters.

This is not the face nor hair of a man thinking rationally nor realistically.

After a drizzly drive south and a scenic picnic from the confines of our car, the whole family took a hike down our favorite stream. Despite the light rain there ain't alotta water flowin over the limestone.

After a brief turkey chasing excursion, we moseyed on into the hustlin, bustlin town of nashville for a couple of homemade waffle cones. We continued on our stroll and happened upon this quaint destination...

Haunted wedding chapel or theater of the dead?Just minutes from continuing our journey homeward, we stumbled upon what might be the single greatest find of our travels this week outside the sausage wagon in bargersville...

Ol' jonesie's really trying to sell it with that tagline.

We decided to take their word for it.

Chill cuz

Olivia made her first trip to the mighty fort of wayne last weekend.

Not only was this her first journey to her mother's homeland, but it was also her first overnighter outside the rockey home since her departure from the hospital of her birth. Upon arrival, she was greeted with a portrait rendered by her cousin megan (girlfriend really nailed those bright blue peepers, eh?).

As one can tell, olivia and megan enjoyed some endearing nonverbal exchanges...

Megan's brother kyle is completely enamored by olivia - particularly her little feet. He'll just sit and look at her and laugh and point out the bubbles she makes. He seems just as infatuated with her as anyone. He held olivia's attention fairly well too. Perhaps it was the canine costume which he paraded around in for the better part of the evening.

Our girl's already up to just under nine pounds. After a decent night of eating and falling swiftly back to sleep, so far today there has been very little keeping her satisfied. We do believe a growth spurt is on its way. She just cannot get enough to eat.

Here's what baby girl's been rockin out to today...

We got some things to get done.

They are as follows:
-Lick this logo
-Help a sister out
-Make a modest buck
-Take a chill pill
-Ride the dragon

Holler if you feel me.

Pumpkin patch particulars

Tuesday morning (approximately 10:00 am, which is actually quite early for us these days) we skipped town with our friends chris, amy and bella to the booming metropolis of trafalgar, indiana. Trafalgar is the home of one Apple Works, an immaculate apple orchard which features a country store, petting zoo, super slide, bamboo maze, pumpkin patch, disco parlor, iced cream farm, monkey-go-round and a salad bar. They have a wonderful balsamic vinegar.

These dudes are serious about their snacks.

The final destination during our Apple Works visit was the pumpkin patch. Apparently, there's been a shortage of hay what with the economy and all. Therefore, we were left hayrideless to find our own way down the twisted gravel road which ended at the fabled patch of gourds. Fortunately, from in the distance, a gigantic, apparently angry pumpkin called us forth to gather up his kin for our own.

Olivia had a decidedly delightful time as she searched high and low for the perfect pumpkin to take home with her. She could not contain her shrieks of absolute joy from erupting uncontrollably. It was an incredibly emotional traipse through this particular patch of pumpkins.

proper.

Diapers of diamonds

This weekend began entertaining the fantasy that our little olivia had produced a diaper full of diamonds. This happened to be untrue as we discovered those tiny diamonds were merely beads of super absorbent polymer commonly found in diapers. Miranda of course thought that olivia's pee had crystallized overnight, but i knew instead that our little girl was a diamond producing phenom.

Nope.

Just polymer.

On saturday morning, i had the joy of playing a completely acoustic, unamplified set of songs at the indieana handicraft exchange. It was fun to get out and play again while visiting friends and making new ones. I also got to sit in on harmonica with the half step sisters on their rendition of bobby dylan's 'you ain't goin nowhere'. Delightful time. Thanks to all who came out and showed support and bought some sweet handmade stuff.

In other baby news: Olivia is still adorable.

Today's tasks:
-mind the mustard room
-rock some chili and some d. johnston
-looooong walk
-explore other options for producing diamonds internally
-poop

You do the same.