Waitin for Papa.

Waitin for Papa.

George & Washington snuggle bugs.

George & Washington snuggle bugs.

Frog bordello. (at Casa de Northrop)

Frog bordello. (at Casa de Northrop)

Cole in his Minecraft tent during our trip.

Cole in his Minecraft tent during our trip.

Callie in her usual position. (at home)

Callie in her usual position. (at home)

Ready to tiki? (at Rowsley St. backyard oasis)

Ready to tiki? (at Rowsley St. backyard oasis)

watch, listen, then watch again

The Volkman

The Volkman

Americans

You know, something that’s always bothered me is the usage of the word “American” to describe a citizen of the United States. After all, the Americas go from Canada to the tip of Chile, making Mexicans, Peruvians, Canadians, etc. technically all “Americans”.

I don’t pretend to know the original origins of using the term to mean people of the U.S., just that it doesn’t make much sense.

It always cracks me up when I see a movie with a traveler from the US getting tossed into a South American jail who’s screaming “I’m an American! I’m an American!” I just keep thinking the jailer will say, “yeah, well so am I , now shut up!”