Showing posts with label family. Show all posts
Showing posts with label family. Show all posts

Monday, June 15, 2009

Whooped

Well this family done has us whooped. Some of you may have heard of the Dugger family of Alabama. There 18 kids put our measly 11 to shame. 10 boys, 8 girls, and apparently only one two set[s] of twins.



Looking through their photo album it appears as if all the boys share a room and all the girls share a room. They also have a cafeteria style lunch buffet and a coke dispenser in the dining room. I remember someone responding to Mom telling her how many children were in our family by saying "that's insane!"

"Insane?" Maybe not 'insane', but certainly not normal.

Dugger Family [site]

P.S. It looks like they might have some eligible young men and women for our eligible young woman and men.

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Not a Crum

Have any of you ever wished that you weren't a Crum?

I bet the answer is yes. Some times it's been embarrassing to be seen in public with our brothers, especially when they have their shorts pulled up so high that you can see their tighty-whities peeking out the bottom of their pant leg. Maybe you wished you were in a family where you didn't get hand-me-down hand-me-down hand-me-downs from the mid 70's.

For me, looking back on these things creates the best picture of a childhood I could possibly ask for. Just look at the sweet pictures of us as kids (like the one above). Who would have thought their could be such a sweet assortment of clothing in one picture!?

But that brings me to a thought I just had. Maybe it would be nice to not be a Crum. That way I could feel privileged to stumble upon the Dlog and re-post the 'Analog' video.




Or I might happen to hit Perer's Watchmen review, Jon's short stories, or Nate's most recent whack at poetry and feel like I had entered a whole new world (cue Peabo Bryson) . Of course I can find and read all this now, but can you imagine what it would be for an outsider?... okay, so maybe it wouldn't seem so great, maybe all I'm saying is that I am really happy to be in our family and I love you all very much.

Monday, September 29, 2008

Zion Björn




"Nana & Zion"

"Freakin' out..."

Daniel's reaction to Björn crying.


Sorry there are so few pictures. We will take more and we will post more, but this is what we have now. Also, I promise that Michal and I do hold Zion, even though this is the only picture to prove it and you can't actually see the baby. Like I said, more to come...

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Wacky Wednesday

So, here's the non-update.

Still no baby born. Waiting... waiting... waiting.

Tonight David and I have our third installment of THE DANGEROUS BOYS' CLUB (see our new site here).

And this... this is the strangest (yet coolest) video ever evah...

Have a great Wednesday:

Luke Buda - Special Surprise

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Matt's Blog...

In case any family members who seem to have fallen off the face of the blog-sphere happen to land here, you should redirect your attention to Matt's latest post [here]. It's one heck of a nostalgic joy-ride.

Monday, August 04, 2008

FYI

You can follow the adventures of "The Tall One", "The Italian" and "The Jew" at Jon's Secret Mission blog: New York, New York


You don't even want to know how long it took me to find this painting. Franz Kline, 1953

Thursday, July 31, 2008

New Crum Member

I know most of you were expecting a new member to the Crum family to come from Michal and me and to come in September. Jon, however, notified me that, to my surprise and great delight, Gerald Crum is even now celebrating the birth of his son, David Devin (sorry, I got his name wrong).

Now, I know what some of you are thinking: who the heck is Gerald? But I will remind you, his last name is Crum, that's right, Crum...


Adult male, perhaps Gerald, with alleged new born son, David (or maybe some other child). Also, an unknown hand from a third-party, perhaps the mother or a grandparent or something.

Thanks for the heads-up Jon.

Wednesday, June 04, 2008

Hooray

I don't know why I am so sentimental when it come to nostalgia. When we lived in Pennsylvania I never thought "this is the greatest state in the entire union" but now I think that. When we lived in Missouri I never made a conscious note of the slope of the hill and the curve of the drive down to the swimming pool, but it's as vivid in my mind as any road here in Bloomington.



Just looking at this picture makes me think of a few things, and I'm sure it will remind others of you of even more. The first memory I have is showing up with a bunch of people (maybe some from our church, a lot from the community), swinging a hammer, and building our Dream Park (which is the best playground, though that word really fails to capture the awesomeness of the park, ever). The second thing I see is the backstop where we played home-run-derby (I don't remember playing this too often, but I think Matt played more often that I did). There are so many other memories of this little plot (smoking in the tree, Nate finding a wallet and turning it in to the Police just up the road, and so many more).

Tuesday, June 03, 2008

Bad Words: Part Three

NOTE: For those of you at home (under the age of David), you may want to read this one quitly to yourself thus avoiding a possible bar-of-soap in the mouth.



PUKE (Synonyms: Barf, Upchuck, Hurl, Toss-the-cookies, Ride the Porcelain Bus, Blow Chunks, Burpin' Solid, Yack, Heave, Ralph (one of my personal favorites), Spew, Liquid Giggles, Disgorge)

As you can see, there are many ways of expressing the act of expelling ones slightly digested food. How Mom settled on one term, and why she limited our vocabulary to that term is far from clear. Let's examine, or digest if you will, the term "throw up".

First of all, "throw up" doesn't begin to describe what it is or what it feels looks or smells like. You could also use the same phrase in different contexts which creates confusion: ("Ben, can you throw up a carrot, some string, and a crutch?"). Using the word Puke, on the other hand, would have been so much more helpful and descriptive (the word Ralph, though occasionally being confused with a person or maybe a movie staring John Goodman, would be even better). Puke just sounds gross, it sounds like it would all of a sudden rack your body causing convulsions and expel itself. Not to mention the fact that words like Yack, Puke, and Barf have all been coined for one purpose, they are not sterile phrases conceived by non-offensive, non-imaginative (and probably French) women, but rather words created for the soul purpose of describing vomit (which is also a good word).

Puke, Barf, Upchuck, Hurl, Ralph, Disgorge, Earl, Cough cubes, Giggle chunks, Gargling gravy, Liberate your lunch, Liquid laughter, Paint the wall, Retch, Regurgitate, Solid scream, Bark'n up breakfast, Commode hugging, Giggle to Ralph over the porcelain intercom, Sing lunch, Technicolor yodel, Yell down the porcelain manhole, Toss a tiger, & Park the Buick. There, got it all out of my system.

Thursday, May 29, 2008

What Happen?

Somebody set up us the bomb...



Have a great weekend, and Happy Birthday Matt!

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Music and Pics

Okay, some of you have submitted requests for songs. Currently I like Elisabeth's song the best (though, it does have the most bad language --- maybe you should pick another song again Jill).



Peter, I finally got your real choice up. Jon, David, Stephen William and Jesse still can pick a song (and Pop, Jess, Michal, Jude, Ashley, Aravis, and Emily too).

If you pick something generally obscure (like Nate did), please send me the MP3 too.

Also, pictures are accepted too so if you have some you would like to see in the banner, send those to me via email.

Tuesday, April 08, 2008

Daniel's Blog

Daniel has a new post on his blog. You can check it out here.



I also put some pictures up on Facebook and on my blog.

Friday, March 28, 2008

Bad Words: Part Two

NOTE: For those of you at home (under the age of David), you may want to read this one quitly to yourself thus avoiding a possible bar-of-soap in the mouth.



NERD (Definition: A person with limited social, but advanced technological skills and interests)

Even though calling someone a "Nerd" is not necessarily an insult, we were certainly not allowed to do so as children (Mom may contest that we are still not allowed). It's funny how calling someone a name, especially one that is only defined by the intention by which it is called, can produce such pain. For some reason, it really hurt to be called a nerd, or even to be called "dummy fummy". I mean really, who tarewles?

Due to the restrictions (and harsh enforcement) on using the word, we often cleverly called each other "dren", which as I'm sure our astute readers realize is simply the inverse of the word nerd. This tactic worked less well with names like "dork" and "idiot" simply because the inverse is very difficult to say (especially if you already have a speach impediment).

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Post #200

Opened for business on October 24, 2005, The Crum Family Blog has now reached 200 posts. Articles range from the inane to the insane to the downright unintelligible (which could be considered both inane and insane). Keep posting Crums, and keep reading Crums and others...

Thursday, March 13, 2008

Tuesday, March 04, 2008

A Full Quiver




It started on Sunday night, a lone car heading south on 37. True, very few marked this event, seemingly insignificant in the grand scheme of things, little did they know that "the invasion" had begun.

As the middle child stepped from his car, his foot shod in the readiness of conquest, it was as if a light broke forth in the night. A solitary glow emerged from the darkening night, heralding a week full of wondrous events unexpected, unseen, un-looked for by the simple folk of the small town of Bloomington.

"Welcome brother" spoke out a voice from the shadows, "I trust your journey was pleasant and uneventful." The speaker emerged from the shadows and the traveler could see it was his elder brother. Benjamin the Bearded they called him; simply "Ben" to those who knew him well. "Yes, an uneventful journey indeed, but hark, we must away to the refuge of your home. There are eyes that may pierce even this darkness and the wind bears a whisper that I dare not trust."

"When do the others arrive?" asked Benjamin, as his under-aged brother drained the last drops of his non-alcoholic brew. Thomas, for so was the middle child's name, bowed his head between his shoulders. His eyes darted around the room as if some unseen evil lurked in the shadows. "Soon" he said in one breath, barely a whispered. "Nathaniel, the Painted, arrives by coach at noon tomorrow, the others are close behind."

"Then it has truly begun. I dare say I never fully believed that this day would come and now it is upon us."

"Verily, the day is here." Thomas leaned back in his chair. A broad smile overtook his face and he laughed. The shadows flickered and darted. "The evil will linger no longer, the Family Crum will soon be fully united."

"Well it's not like the stars are aligning with the planets" broke in Benjamin's wife, Michal the Wise, "you boys are really way too full of yourselves." But the men had not heard her. They were already deep in thoughts of conquest and glory; and the wind continued to whisper though it's tone had begun to change.


To be continued...

Friday, February 15, 2008

Homeschool Family

Well, this really shouldn't offend anyone (since the Crum's are no longer a homeschool family). Actually, it could be a lot more scathing (Michal wants to rewrite the lyrics)... enjoy!



PS. If you watch this and respond by saying something like, "really funny, but not all homeschoolers are like that" it means you probably are.

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Cool Stuff

As a child I loved playing with Legos. In fact, I would still love playing with Legos, I just don't have any. I really look forward to Daniel being old enough to play with those great plastic bricks without trying to consume them. I just hope that I'll be able to find some good, old bricks, not the newfangled sets that require no creativity (or even construction). I still remember building our first aircraft carrier upstairs(?) in the house on Maire Island, the first of many Carriers to come. I know there were a lot of toys that we had as kids. Maybe even some that, at the time, we thought were "better" than our Legos, so what do you guys think? What were (or are) your favorite toys?