Creepy Technology

When I saw this, my first reaction was something along the lines of, "Holy cow what...!?" because this is some seriously creepy shtuff. I mean, I'm all for moving forward on the technology front, and it's hugely awesome, but this thing looks like a pair of disembodied legs attached to a tank, or a truly mutant monkey. Check it out. It's like, totally the beginning of the dalek invasion.

On other topics, the ambulance came today - second time in the three years we've been at this place. The first time was because someone fell off, but today, one of the dads thought he was having a heart attack. I was driving home from Adam's school, having taken him to Santa's Helper thing, and as I was stopping at the stop sign to turn onto Dillard, a firetruck blazed by, sirens wailing. I thought, uh oh, someone's got a fire.

Silly me.

Everything was fine, thank goodness, and I got to follow the firetruck into my own drive way, which was something new. Adam got a junior firefighter sticker for helping out (he fetched a chair), so he was happy about that. The dogs were joyous at seeing something new, and Jessie was completely out of control, dratted dog, sniffing at the firefighter's crotches as they tried to tend to this poor man. Jack, thank goodness, came right away when I called him and stayed put in the garage until they left, after which I brought him inside and gave him a treat as a reward. Jessie, dumb dog, got no such thing.

Anyways, some pics of the firetruck and ambulance, which I took on the sly, and Adam's Junior Firefighter 'badge'.

Here's the ambulance through the trees.

The fire truck from the garage

And Adam's sticker for helping out.

The Hansen Family

My Grandparents have a framed cross-stich work on the wall of my grandfather's computer room. It's the pattern of a cartoon car with little lines around the wheels to indicate high speeds. In front of it is a little tube-like thing.

It reads, "I'd love to live life in the fast lane, but I'm married to a...speed bump."

Every time I see it, I laugh. I'm not quite sure how it came to be (I've never asked), but I'm fairly certain that my grandpa doesn't cross-stitch, and I'm pretty sure that my grandma always drives the speed-limit.

It's kind of a subtle humor, but in my experience it permeates every single Hansen and sub-Hansen in my family - along with some other kinds of humor, too! (See the contagion called laughter, below.)

I've been given the dubious fortune of being the daughter of the daughter arguably closest in personality to my grandfather, and I'm quite my mother's daughter. (Does that make sense?) Which means, among other things, that I inherited that lead foot of hers. She's always yelling at me to slow down! except when she's driving, and I have to hide behind a book lest I stomp on my imaginary brake pedal every other wheel-rotation, so she has absolutely no room to talk!

I could write for years on my family's quirks, but I'll refrain and just say that I love all you guys. You're the best family in the world.

Crazyness and all.

:)