1. You know you're in DC when you find a flying donkey in your neighbors yard one day. (ps. We lost Zina's nice red hat today somewhere on the grounds of the Capital. Please keep your eyes open for it if you are in the area.)
2. You know you're in DC when as you are walking down the street you see a guy in a wheel chair with a broken leg and when your 4 year old asks him what happened he answers "I got shot in Iraq." Wow! He even showed us where they stapled him up after surgery. I think his lower leg was shattered and this is just the spot where they went in to do the reconstruction. Needless to say Xanny had lots of questions about the war - as do many of us. Who exactly is the bad guy and will the Americans win?
4. You know you're in DC when you see several teepees on the busiest street in the city. This is in front of the Smithsonian's Museum of the American Indian. It is a strange place that more closely resembles a fancy casino than a kiva. But that is a story for another day.
And finally 5. You know know you're in DC when exactly next to the teepee you see the filming of the final episode of FAT MARCH a new reality TV show due out this August. The producer yelled at me when I took this picture so I of course took another just to show my dislike of the whole thing. (Then Xanny got into an argument with her about how her smoking was slowly killing her. He said he saw her dirty lungs at The Bodies exhibit and she should stop today. As I dragged him away I heard her say to a camera guy that what he said hurt more than any one else's objections to her smoking. That's my boy.)


From what I could gather they took 10 or so morbidly obese people and marched them 575 miles to the Capital and then made them stand on a giant scale to see who lost the most weight. I happened to drive past later and noticed that Michael won with a total weight loss of 80 pounds. I think the people sitting in the sun on the front row are the ones who dropped out before making it to DC. Discuss.
So much more happened today in DC that I can't get to it all. We started out the door to walk down to the Mall to see the World's Children's Festival. It was a complete muggy hot dud. But life with kids is just like serving a mission - just have to go to work and talk to a few strangers then botta-boom botta-bing, you get a miracle.
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Did Xanny really tell her off for smoking? Did she really say what he said hurt her more than anyone else's comments about her smoking? If this story is true then Xanny deserves a metal.
Way to go Xanny!
I think I meant a metal medal.
He was insistant that she put that very cigarette down and never smoke again. Even after walking away he turned around and saw she was still smoking. He went back and asked why she hadn't stopped when he told her it was killing her. He was a dog on a bone!
I love Xan. I want to be the president of his fan club.
Xan is so cool. I could only hope my children would be so intelligent.
I also enjoy how you unabashedly took a picture of the staples in that guy's leg. You are my photo taking hero.
Xanny really doesn't need a fan club. With his ego he IS his own fan club. I think he is going to grow up to be one of those over-confident skinny boys none of us liked in school.
ps. speaking of boys, guess which of our friends has a new 26 yr.old boyfriend.
One who might read this blog. She's a stalker, I know it.
You are my hero for taking your kids out on this killer smoldering day when I just huddled inside in my air conditioned comfot - but in so doing - I didn't facilitate a call to action (a/k/a Xan's lecture on smoking) or get a chance to cheer a soldier who was hurt in action....way to go Andi!
(you see I do read your blog...and now that I know you hunger for comments --- I'll do my best!)
Cindy - Emily is a stalker?
Carolyn! - Yeah, trust me. If you had Xanny inside your house all day long - you would want to take him out also.
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