Friday, February 27, 2009
No and no.
So why did I just pick up that sock from the floor and (ACK!) smell it? Why did I just submit my nose to the odoriferous sweaty sock?
I don't know.
But I do have a new personal rule: Stray socks go immediately to the laundry room without passing GO, without collecting $200 and without having to pass a sniff test. Confirmation of sock stewardship will occur at a later time.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Monday, February 23, 2009
Friday, February 20, 2009
A friend of mine uses the term economic "STINKulus" package when talking about the new spending plan from Capital Hill. I heard a Republican Congressman from Texas on TV last night who stated that much of the money in this plan is not scheduled to be spent until after 2010. If I'm not mistaken, there should be an election that year and this same Congressman said if the Republicans gain some seats, they would rescind the bill, halting further porky stimuLESS spending. Did you know that in order to spend 800 billion dollars, you would have to spend 1 million dollars a day for 2000 years? That's what this video states.
234 - calories I burned during today's workout
0 - pounds I've lost since beginning this workout routine
110 - My heart rate when I ponder the injustice of it all
$3.19 - The cost of a 1/2 pint of Ben & Jerry's Americone Dream
Thursday, February 19, 2009
1. "Billy" picked up his backpack, swung in around and hit himself in the privates.
2. Not to be ignored, "Billy" announced loudly, "Hey! Ow! I just hit my privates with my bookbag!"
3. "Henry," twisting around to catch the privates-bashing incident, walked into a door frame. (I ignored them both)
4. "Jimmy," sitting quietly, raised his hand and asked if he could ask "Johnny" a question. (I gave him permission to do so.)
5. "Jimmy" asked, "Hey, Johnny, what's your dog's name?" (Not sure what that had to do with my activity . . .)
6. "Johnny" answered with a word that was unintelligible and the entire group laughed heartily.
Happiness must peak at age five. Seriously.
But I love my absent-minded professor!
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
My son is peeved. He thinks if I sign up for college classes that I will have to move out and live in the dorms or something. He shouted to his father, "Dad! Dad! Mom just applicated to a college! Doesn't she know we need her?! Why is she trying to abandon us?! I'm going to find that website and UN-applicate her!!"
A few minutes later, upon gaining (relative) composure, Quinn drummed his fingers together and contemplated, "Well . . . if you are in college, then WE WILL BE HOME ALONE! YES!!"
Monday, February 16, 2009
His mission, by the way, is to expose villains and protect the "folks." He shared several laugh-out-loud adventures. Really - you should check it out.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
"I'm printing the front of your new library card on this rare typewriter technology, however, since you are concerned about those behind you in line, I'll serve them first."
Score. We were full of smiles and giggles during the entire situation.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Blooter: (Noun) A babbler, a bumbling idiot, a fool.
Popinjay: A vain or conceited person, one given to pretentious displays. (I don't think this has anything to do with post-holiday light displays.)
Bloviate: To discourse at length in a pompous or boastful manner
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Sunday, February 08, 2009
We all know the story of the Prodigal Son:
1) Younger son boldly requests his inheritance then mindlessly spends it all.
2) Father grants the odd request in the first place, then lovingly forgives this son and pours out his love to him upon the younger son's repentant return.
3) Older son has been spending his time and energy obeying and doing his father's work and is upset at his father's loving reaction to the younger brother's return.
According to Timothy Keller, this parable is teaching more than forgiveness and repentance. Are any of these characters spending time or talents wisely? Which do you most identify with?
Saturday, February 07, 2009
Wednesday, February 04, 2009
"The safest road to hell is the gradual one — the gentle slope, soft underfoot, without sudden turnings, without milestones, without signposts."
— C. S. Lewis, author
Speaking of unpleasantness, my son reported that he has been counting how many times he passes gas in a day. He heard that the average number is fifteen. WHERE did he hear that? Is there an average?
Tuesday, February 03, 2009
"Checked." said Mr. Rellim.
I guess he does not remember the tour of The Unclaimed Baggage Center in Scottsboro, Alabama in 2006. As much as I love to say it, I really, really hope I won't have to say "I TOLD YOU SO!"