Sellout ’til the smells out!
Posted on 09.30.09 by Josh Root @ 12:08 am

Which of the Brothersroot is a sellout? Just guess.

But the truth is that Stacey and I order so much from amazon that I wanted to have an easy way to search Amazon using her old referral code from her clothing business. It won’t earn us much, but we order enough that it will buy a sixpack or two a month. If anyone else wants to use the search box and increase my “dealing with a toddler and a pregnant wife” booze fund, more power to you. But I mostly expect that I’m going to be the only one using it.


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North Grows!
Posted on 09.27.09 by Andrew @ 1:35 pm

Amazing what four months can do. North will soon be busting out of his carseat like the Incredible Hulk (Lou Ferrigno, not Edward Norton).

And a special thanks to Josh & Stacey (and Jack) for again providing all sorts of goods for North’s entertainment. The Activity Station has been a big hit, although his legs are slightly too short to enjoy it without the use of some good books.


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Mutts
Posted on 09.22.09 by Josh Root @ 9:43 pm

Omnivore propaganda continues to rule the funny pages.

My name is Andrew, I am wrong wrong wrong.


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Mutts
Posted on 09.20.09 by Andrew @ 5:01 pm

Vegan propaganda continues to rule the funny pages.


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Jack wants you!
Posted on 09.16.09 by Josh Root @ 1:07 pm

You looking at me? This is how it's done.

Jack wants you…to eat oranges! An orange a day keeps Burt Renyolds away. It also keeps this talking sandwich away as well apparently.


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Who Needs A Bar?
Posted on 09.15.09 by Andrew @ 11:12 am

For the big deuce-nine I got a pretty sweet dartboard which now resides proudly in the garage. While I don’t mean to brag, I have become a bit of a hustler on the spikes. Bring the money when you come to visit. Ben, Tony, & Myke can attest that you’re going to leave with a light wallet.

(and yes. Those are the first 3 darts thrown on the board. I forget who threw them. Definitely not me! I think Tony, Myke, & Ben all threw one each. Pretty gross.)



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Millions of Peaches
Posted on 09.07.09 by Andrew @ 8:52 pm

Gretchen is a magician.
She can turn 30lbs of u-pick peaches into canned goodness.
(All that hack David Copperfield can do is collect sexual harassment lawsuits)


Filed under: Food/wine/beer
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The Rooty Boys: Secret of the dead lawn
Posted on 09.02.09 by Josh Root @ 12:03 pm

Today’s episode finds the Rooty Boys trying to decipher what in the world happened to Josh’s lawn. Why was there a giant dead circle in the middle of the backyard? Was it aliens? A sinkhole precursor? A very small herbicide spill?

The first clue came in the form of a notorious criminal and known source of toxic gas that can kill just about anything:

Griffen stank the stunk

He was the boys’ main suspect until he pointed out that his ‘exhaust port’ was pointed towards the shop and therefore could have had nothing to do with the dead lawn. The fact that his breath could knock out a draft horse was considered, but enough doubt had been introduced that the Rooty Boys decided to continue their search. A search which quickly uncovered more evidence:

Oboe is in the middle of everything.

This looked to be a sure bet as to the real culprit. After all, who could dispute that the cats are nothing but trouble and this one was sitting right in the middle of the ‘blast zone’. However, Oboe immediately claimed that he had just recently sat down there to rest after a prolonged butterfly chasing session. While “it was like this when I got here” is often anything but true, Jack quickly backed up his claim by saying “Hi, Kiggyhihhg”. That was good enough for the Rooty Boys. Jack’s word is bond, as we all know.

It seemed that Josh would be doomed to never know the true source of his crappy looking lawn. But just as things looked their bleakest a new clue arrived via some sort of CSI/DNA/FBI/QWERTY thing that this storyteller didn’t have time to think up a name or reasonable explanation for:

And boom goes the diaper.

Case closed. North, stay off my damn lawn! “Yeah, North” says Griffen as he takes a wizz right in the middle of the dead spot, “Stop killing the lawn with your dog…..er….baby pee.”

Good times around here.

THE END


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