Enough Money?

President Obama said yesterday, “ . . . at a certain point, you've made enough money.”

Really? That's like saying a person can be pretty enough or smart enough. Are we going to put caps on that too so that no one will have an advantage over another in those areas?

UGLY PEOPLE UNITE! DEMAND FAIR TREATMENT!

STUPID POEPLE UNTIE! GIT WHATS YERS!

Really, a person does have enough money at some point if the entire purpose of his existence is narcissistic. However, charitable people use money to help others and support organizations that do good. We should not put limits on personal income.

Grounded

Quinn is grounded from his Nintendo DSi for the next few days. He shouted to his father, "Well, I feel more sorry for you because now I'm grounding you from my love!!!"

Bring it.

Correction

Once I typed "heresy" instead of "hearsay," but this is much worse.

To the Side View Mirror

Quinn: "Look! I'm closer than I appear!"

Don't Say This

"I know we're not related, Marcie, but your arms really remind me of my Grandma's."
(source to remain anonymous to protect the stupid speaker)

True Friendship

Quinn and his friend, Rachel ran out to my car after show choir practice. Rachel said, "Guess what? Quinn and I are singing a solo together!" (The song is I'll Be There as sung by the Jackson 5.)

Quinn told his friend Rachel, "And you know it's true. I will be there for you. Like, if someone is being mean to you, I would totally knee him in the balls."

What Spellcheck Can't Do

Spellcheck won't tell you when you misspell public as pubic.

Now you know.

The Trouble with Texts

I received a text from Quinn at 3:05 pm yesterday. It read, "I need to go to the hospital. I just realized my toe is disconnected from my foot."

I knew his foot was bruised and swollen from an injury on Sunday, but I had no idea that the toe would just "disconnect" from his foot - three days later!

Long story short: Quinn's toe had not fallen off, he was just concerned that it was swollen and "not moving right." "It only squirmed." He was not holding a severed toe in his hand. There was no profuse bleeding. There was no pain.

I wasted a lot of adrenaline on that one.

He Didn't Laugh

Mike's car was parked behind me when I left to run a couple errands last night. I had Rachel run in the house and say, "Well . . . at least she got him as good as he got her!" (a line from an old Simpson episode where Homer accidentally bashes into a car in his own driveway - it was his wife's car)

Rachel delivered the line smoothly. Mike moved quickly to the door to check out the (non-existent) damage. He didn't think it was funny.

We did.

Hello, Goodbye

Good riddance old van.
Hello new car.

New Husband

Late post on the Have a New Husband by Friday book by Kevin Leman. Good read, though not surprising. Top on a man's list of things important in a marriage? - Sex. Fourteenth on a woman's list of things important in a marriage? - sex.

How to get the "new husband?" Provide equal parts respect and sex, get whatever you want. Let me know if any of you decide to try it;)

Attack!

Mrs. Neighbor walked by our house with her doggie on a leash yesterday. Mike turned to say hello and Mrs. Neighbor instructed him on the proper way to pet her dog. The dog then lunged toward Mike and sunk its teeth into his thumb. OUCH!

The bright side? Mrs. Neighbor has been extra nice to us today.

Impatient

That's what I am. I want my washer to work correctly the first time I connect the hoses. I want my kids to put away their clothes the first time I ask them (Well, actually, I'd like them to just notice there are clothes to be put away and do it spontaneously.). I want paint to cover in one coat. I can't stand it when things don't work right the first time.

So, how is it that I maintain my composure throughout my workday? Maybe I use up all my good behavior and kind patience in public. That must be it.

Ya Think?

"A rigid economy of the public contributions and absolute interdiction of all useless expenses will go far towards keeping the government honest and unoppressive."

— President Thomas Jefferson

Happy Easter!

The rain went away and the clouds parted to reveal blue skies. My sisters' boys joined Rachel and Quinn for an egg hunt at Grandma & PaPa's house. The youngest was napping at the time, so he had his own hunt later that afternoon.

Steak and Shake

It's not fancy, but we can all find something to eat there. Rachel prefers the meatless meal (pork producers cringe here) while Quinn tried the triple burger.