Poor Babies

Sighting

Mr. Rellim reported a Mrs. Neighbor sighting while I was away, though I have not confirmed it. Actually, I thought he was trying to flush her out last Saturday morning when he climbed on the roof with the leaf blower to clean out the gutters at 8:00 am. It was a loud, messy, dangerous job. But, alas, she has not appeared to me.

I'm Baaaack!

Five days in Chicago at a conference. Good stuff, but I gave up using credit cards for Lent, so no shopping stories. I did get to spend time with great friends and eat a lot of spaghetti at Maggiano's (Thanks, Steve!).

Our husbands handled household responsibilities well. I received only one slightly alarming phone call. Rachel called the first night away saying that she couldn't find Mike & Quinn (They eventually found one another, but I didn't quite know what to make of that situation.).

True Test

I'm considering asking Mr. Rellim to drive home with a long trailer full of pigs. If Mrs. Neighbor is home and able, we should get a call from the city within the hour.

True, I cannot take credit for this idea. All thanks and honor go to Polly.

Conspiracy

Where is Mrs. Neighbor? We see Mr. N. walking the dog, but no sight of Mrs. N. This morning at 6:30 am I witnessed him taking Mrs. N.'s new red car for a spin - without her. Is she a late sleeper these days? Did he wake up early so he could drive the car without asking permission? Is she ill? In seclusion? Did he finally crack and leave her at their previous vacation destination?

Why am I obsessing about this?

Conundrum

I'm leaving for Chicago for five days. Should I clean the house or surf the web? I'll have to clean it when I get back anyway. Plus, I'm busy trying to pack food and drinks in my suitcase so I don't have to pay $2 for a bottle of water and $6 for a bag of M & Ms. I'm having trouble with the chips and salsa situation. Wish me luck.

Nuns with Guns

Apologies to all my jihadist readers.

Track Rules

Rachel begins middle school track season in a couple weeks and we were reviewing the rules for being a part of the team. One of the rules states, "Shorts must be kept on at all times."

More Political Correctness

Bad Asthma Advice

Today a mom told me that her child does not have an inhaler at school because, "She only needs it when she's having an attack."

Per John Adams

"We have no government armed with power capable of contending with human passions unbridled by morality and religion. Avarice, ambition, revenge, or gallantry, would break the strongest cords of our Constitution as a whale goes through a net. Our Constitution was made only for a moral and religious people. It is wholly inadequate to the government of any other."

— President John Adams

Don't Cross the Streams!

The line was delivered by my husband while standing in front of the toilet with the boy. I guess it's just a form of water conservation. Better than the sign I found in a restroom in Iowa City in 1993:
"If it's brown, flush it down. If it's yellow, leave it for the next fellow."

Basketball

Watched Quinn's second game of the sixth grade season. It's painful, mostly. Thankfully, a father sitting nearby sent us into giggles when he commented:

"I love watching these games! They're so unpredictable. Anybody could shoot a basket from anywhere at anytime!"

Yeah, that about sums it up.

Hairdos

Rachel and I have been experimenting with new 'dos. Whadyathink?

Percy the Movie

I read the book since Quinn had. Interesting, but very Harry Potter - without the embedded deep spiritual truths.

So, we saw the movie, and as entertaining as it was, it still lacked substance. I didn't feel connected to the characters and the acting wasn't all that great. Speaking of actors - in the book, the characters are 13 years old. In the movie, Percy is portrayed by an 18 year old and Annabeth by a 23 year old actress.

Online movie review summed it up as such:
If there's anything we all can take away from Percy Jackson & the Olympians: The Lightning Thief, it's that God (with a capital G) is nothing like the silly Greek gods who play havoc with human life, jealously accuse one another and then savagely attack. Their neglected demigod kids must study and train to tackle their preternatural parents' pettiness. God's children don't have to. In fact, He fights for them.

But that's not in the movie; it's in the Bible. All this flimsy flick does on its own is clobber kids with polytheism, severed heads, Vegas excess and lame dialogue. A simpering satyr who's a junior protector trying to earn his horns? Really?

Puppy Love

I realize I don't own a dog, but it is normal for a person to shovel her yard in order for her little doggie to have an easier go? Mrs. Neighbor must think so, because Mr. Neighbor has been toiling to clear the snow from their perfect sod for quite some time. Mr. Rellim remarked that it's either outside work or inside conversation. Good point, dear.

Sunday School Fun

I helped with the preschoolers yesterday. The story was about two blind men whom Jesus healed. I said to the children, "These men could not see. Who can tell me why the men could not see?"

From the back, a four-year-old shouted, "Because they were bald!"

How Much Snow?

So how much snow has fallen in the nation's capital? Enough snow that the Senate had to cancel a committee hearing on global warming. Cool.

What's in Your Clothes Basket?

My friend, Mrs. Bickerson, wrote about going to an art exhibit where a " . . . girl had made a self-portrait with multiple exposures of film with an old camera. She made herself look like a ghost. A naked ghost. A friend of hers emerged from the other end of the line. He dropped off a cat skeleton that he had exhumed and wired together. I think he considered himself a bit of a green artist."

Speaking of naked - I once was in a meeting with a person who offered to show me a few sketches he had drawn. "They are nudes," he said, "Just wanted to tell you in case that would offend you." I should have taken that as a warning, because on about the fourth sketch I noticed that the pencil-drawn nudes had turned into an elaborate sketch of a naked man in a clothes basket.

"That's me," he said. "It's part of my self-portrait series."

I said, "Yes it is!" and continued to pass the sketches around the table. Why did I do that? Why did we keep looking at them? I'm laughing right now just thinking about it. Naked is funny - and completely inappropriate - and funny!

AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

Mr. Rellim introduced us to a new game tonight. Whenever we see a picture of Nancy Pelosi on TV, we have to scream. The trick is to scream for the same amount of time that her picture is visible. This may be a sign that cabin fever is setting in. Or this could be exactly the release I will need since I won't be screaming at my kids anymore.

Confidentiality

This is a concept that one of the girls in Rachel's Sunday school class does not quite understand. After church yesterday, this girl ran up to me to say, "Well, Rachel told us all about all the yelling! Hahahahahaha! You must yell a lot. She told us all about it." I had to laugh. I couldn't yell at her at church . . .

Anyway, check out the new book I'm working on. Wish me luck.

True Confession

I just left the superbowl party my friend was having because Quinn asked me, "Is the basketball game over yet?" I told him yes in order to get him home and showered before his 8:00 bedtime. Someone will have to tell me how it all goes down. Oh, maybe my husband and daughter can do that. I left them at the party!!!!

The Lightning Thief

Exciting read for juvenile fiction. I'm getting ready for the big movie release on the 15th.

Happy Birthday, Rachel!

Can't believe you're fourteen already. I love you!

The Great Divorce

I will have to re-read this one sometime soon. Lewis writes about an imaginary journey from hell to the outskirts of heaven. He eavesdrops on many conversations and is surprised to hear how many people choose to reject heaven in order to embrace things like envy, anger, universalism, self-pity, pride.

I Didn't Say It

"In my many years I have come to a conclusion that one useless man is a shame, two is a law firm, and three or more is a congress."

-John Adams

Global Warming

I Did It

I joined Face Book at the repeated urging of my friend, Mrs. Bickerson. What finally convinced me is her claim that together we could start to silence the crazy liberal voices.

I still hear them.

But, if you are on Face Book and you want to visit me on Face Book, please do!

Thoughts from the Jr. High

Speaker 1: My family is considering the adoption of a Haitian orphan.

Speaker 2: Oh, how sad! Think of how that kid will feel when he finds out he's adopted.

Speaker 3: That's why you don't tell him until he's an adult.

(No, I am not related to any speaker.)

Going Rogue

Really, really good read. I believe this woman is intelligent, practical and a hard worker. She really did get "The Chicago Treatment" after the election, being bogged down with bogus ethics complaints so that she and her staff were unable to govern. Sarah's father is quoted as saying something like, "She's not quitting - she's reloading."

I'm supportive of normal people with real job experiences and real families being in politics. Unfortunately, because of the enormous publicity (fair or not), erratic schedules and high stress, we tend to get politicians who are less in touch with normal America. Why? I think it's because of the difficulty of trying to raise a family in that environment.

I have a good friend from high school who always espoused high political ambitions - until he married a lovely lady and had three wonderful children. I still think he might run for office someday. I'd vote for him.

Instructor's Response

Mr. Rachel'sInstructor emailed me today to apologize for the incident and said that since Rachel is such a good student, she would not be needing extra credit.

Flying Paper Attack

Rachel was accidentally assaulted today with a flying sheet of paper during school. It came flying out of the hand of one of her instructors, who had become frustrated with another student, pounded his fist on the podium and tossed his notes out toward the class. Rachel sat in the front row and received the brunt of the attack.

I just emailed her instructor to ask if Rachel would be receiving extra credit for participation in that social experiment.

I hope that instructor has a sense of humor. (I end many posts with that sentence.) It's the hope of my life. We all need a better sense of humor.

Sex Ed

Quinn is taking a sex ed/abstinence education class for the next couple of weeks at his school. They have written homework. Quinn is complaining because "Whoever heard of sex homework? I mean, what do you have to know? I already know everything! Except I didn't know about some stuff. But that stuff sounds boring anyway. I just dozed off today in that lesson. Get me outta this class!!!"

Man versus Food

Have you seen the show on the Food Network? Quinn has. Today at Steak n Shake he swallowed his last bite of the double steakburger with fries, pushed away his plate, threw down his napkin and shouted, "MAN WINS!"

Readers, let it be known that my son is not a professional eater. He often spills ketchup on his shirt and forgets to wipe his mouth.

Advice

When shopping at Aldi, do not scream - not even a little scream. Not even if it was in response to having dropped a dozen eggs on the floor.

Judge

Rachel just wrote an essay for her Careers and Applied Technology class that she wants to be a Judge when she grows up. That's ironic, because her brother just accidentally assaulted a circuit court judge Wednesday night at youth group.

Well, Quinn did purposefully throw the plastic ball at my head and scream, "DODGE BALL!!" but it was an accident that it bounced off of me and hit Mrs. CircuitCourtJudge full in the face. (I did make him apologize.)

I hope she has a sense of humor.

Virtual March for Life

Can't make it to DC for the annual March for Life? Well, no worries, just sign up here for the Virtual March for Life. You get to choose your own Avatar and everything. Very cool. This is my Avatar (though I would have liked it to have a more trendy style and longer hair . . .).

Retina

The kids and I had our bi-annual eye exams, complete with retina scans. We learned that Rachel joins only 2% of the population in having a secondary artery running to her optic nerve in her right eye.

"This could come in handy," said the eye doctor, "if, for instance, she would have a stroke or injury to the main artery. It's like she has a back-up system."

I should have stuck with my initial, "Interesting . . . " response. But I couldn't. I had to add, " . . . more useful than a superfluous nipple!"

Maybe Dr. Eyedoctor will forget my comment before we return in two years.

Gifts

Rachel (whose birthday is coming up) asked me yesterday, "Mom, what are my gifts?" I told her she had three but they were going to be a surprise and I hadn't even wrapped them yet. I told her she would find out on her birthday.

With great confusion in her voice she said, "What?! I have gifts and you know about them but you won't tell me?! How long have you known about them? And what are you talking about, 'you need to wrap them?!' These are MY spiritual gifts!"

(Oh, spiritual gifts!) After much giggling, we shared a much more serious conversation.

A Good Resolution

I'm considering the adoption of this suggestion.

Between the Lines

Quinn has a friend over this morning. His mother just called to tell me that her son recently had his cast removed following a broken arm and that he should be mindful of his physical limitations. Immediately, it registered with me that Quinn must beat the heck out of her son when he plays there. I don't know if it's true, but now I must investigate.

Question

Listening . . .

C.S. Lewis said "God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks to us in our conscience, but shouts in our pain: it is His megaphone to rouse a deaf world."

Pirates!

Did we tell you about the pirate-themed birthday party for Mike? We bought swords for all my nephews and some of the men. It was the greatest fight of pirate birthday party history. Most of the kids wore eye patches, which made them even easier to battle - AAAARGH!

Wedding Picture

Congrats to Matthew and Emily!

Speaking of Education . . .

Someone was telling me a story about a college stunt his father found out about. This someone stated, "Dad was so shocked he almost had a cornea!"

Sorry, Boss

I cannot vote for a sales tax increase meant for balancing school budgets in tough times when there is no guarantee that the tax will ever be discontinued or that property taxes will really decrease.

Report Cards

The kids brought home report cards today (mostly As!). Quinn received "satisfactory" marks for all behavior standards with the exception of "Speaks at appropriate times," for which he received "N" for "needs improvement."

In jest, I said, "Son, you need to open up some more and participate in classroom discussions even when the teacher does not explicitly call upon you. Don't be shy about sharing your opinion with others."

Not detecting the satire, Quinn looked at me with all seriousness and replied, "I know it, Mom. I'll try to do better."

(Speech-language therapy was one of the better investments we ever made in that boy.)

OK!

"To sin by silence when they should protest makes cowards of men." — Abraham Lincoln
(Not a sin I'm often accused of)

Do you have a New Year's Resolution?

I think we are about to have a New Year's Revolution!

ACDC

Quinn's show choir director asked the kids to list their favorite songs on a slip of paper. Quinn wrote "ACDC: I Have Big Balls." He also signed his name.

I guess we should have curtailed the radio surfing over Christmas break.

Curves Trivia

While working out this morning, I tried making sense of the trivia question posted. It read (seriously):

Which has more cervical vertebrae?

A. mouse
B. man
C. giraffe
D. all of the above

"More than what?" I asked the manager.
She could not say, except to reply, "The answer is D. all of the above."
Well, that clears things up! They all have more cervical vertebrae.

Upon further investigation, I learned that all mammals have seven cervical vertebrae, with the exception of manatees and sloths.

Hangin'

Just chillin' with some friends back home. Four hours flew by like nobody's business.

Fear of Santa?

Quinn calls it claustrophobia.
Of course he does.

Rellim Grands

Merry Christmas from the Rellim Grandkids - so far. But don't look to me for additions to the brood. There's a California sleeper cell with breaking news for spring.

Christmas Eve Quinnism

As we held candles during the Christmas Eve church service and sang Silent Night, I noticed that Quinn's candle wasn't burning very brightly. It sported a small glowing blue orb. He shrugged his shoulders and said, "Yeah, mine's a stud!"

Dud. Dud would be the word he meant to say.

I laughed so hard that my eyes teared. I'm sure people just thought I was caught up in the moment.

Have a Little Faith

Very worth the read. Check it out!

Santa Stopped Here First

We always ask Santa to stop at our house a couple days early, because we spend Christmas with family north of here. I think this is the latest we've ever managed to sleep in. (We made it until 8:00!)

Gingerbread Masterpiece

Created by a classroom of nine- to 12-year-olds at my school. Pretty good despite the fact that one student ate about half of the candies before anyone noticed. Another student told him, "Don't you know that's a good way to get the swine flu!"

Keeping Score

Michelle Malkin has something to say about how the 60 votes were obtained this morning. Read it here.

Gump - like Advice

Life isn't like a box of chocolates. It's more like a jar of jalapenos. What you do today, might burn your butt tomorrow.

Based on the vote in the Senate at 1:30 am today, I believe many of them are going to be living out this bit of wisdom at the 2010 elections.

Bad Mom!

As I was reading over Quinn's graded papers, I noticed a letter that started, "As you know, Mrs. Teacher is on maternity leave for the next six weeks. . . . ."

WHAT?! My son's teacher is on maternity leave? I didn't even know she was expecting. She didn't look expectant at parent/teacher conference time . . . .

I asked Quinn if he knew his teacher was pregnant. He said, "Yeah, but I've been too busy to tell you."

To Our Congressmen:

"Always vote for principle, though you may vote alone, and you may cherish the sweetest reflection that your vote is never lost."

— President John Quincy Adams

Get it Straight!

I received a frantic phone call from Rachel while on my way home from a quick errand. She said, "Mom! Where are you?! Cops are knocking on our door!" I wondered what the heck happened during the fifteen minutes since my absence.

To my great relief, I heard Quinn yelling in the background, "I SAID UPS! UPS! NOT COPS!"

(Oh . . . so that's why they just left a package at the door and walked away.)

What Happened?

Well, that teacher read Rachel's report to each of her classes yesterday, making sure to point out the two typos. Rachel commented that was tolerable because the content was not questioned. Rachel's friends told her to stop being "so radical."

I'm so proud of her.

Stirring It Up

Rachel overheard a teacher at her school scolding another student for questioning any policy of President Obama. This teacher challenged loudly, "Can you tell me even five things that George W. Bush ever did to help this nation??!!" (I don't understand how bashing a former President emboldens the case for the current. Neither does my daughter. It's the same argument as relative morality.)

So, Rachel did some independent research and typed a report for that teacher, signed her name to it and handed it to her this morning. I'll let you know how it goes.

Scissors

Quinn just told me this morning that he needed a pair of scissors for school. I figured that his scissors had been lost. Nope. He says he never took any to school in August. He's been borrowing the teacher's pair for a few months so far.

Chorus Concert

Rachel just had her Christmas concert and did an awesome job. Check out her blue suede shoes.

Debatable

The kids and I are running late this morning (so I decided to blog about it). We have been arguing about whose cold is the worst and who had it first - meaning that person started the whole thing. Because whoever had the cold first is the person who needs to work on universal precautions (one of Rachel's Health Class vocab words).

Interestingly, Quinn informed me that he does not have to go to school today because he received a sign from God. Apparently (much like Gideon), Quinn requested that God give him a sign. It was explained to me like this: "If I blow my nose two times this morning, then I don't have to go to school. If I don't blow my nose this morning, then I will go to school."

I tried not to roll my eyes at him, because blowing one's nose makes as much sense as Gideon's wet sheepskin miracle. However, I'm not sure Gideon was trying to avoid a Science test.

Shopping Czar?

So says Mallard:

Middle School

I dropped off Rachel today at school and she informed me that when I join her for lunch with the requested meal (2 cheese quesadillas from Taco Bell), I had better not "make a scene, like usual."

"Why, what could you ever mean by that?" I asked her casually.

"Like, you walk into the cafeteria with a ginormous smile on your face and then you stop and talk to people!!!!" (gasp!)

I told her I'd work on my entrance. She rolled her eyes and got out of the van.

At least I didn't wear my new t-shirt.

Pyramid Project

Quinn chose to create an ancient Egyptian pyramid with sugar cubes. I didn't realize how much work I'd put into it until he brought home his grade. I was quite disappointed with the 92%.

Date Night

Our exciting date night was crudely interrupted when my husband couldn't remember my birth date.

We had been running errands without the kids and making good time (I didn't say romantic, only exciting.). Our last stop was at the grocery store and I was wheeling and dealing in order to get the sale price on toilet paper, while he was trying to pay for the other items. Suddenly he needs to know my birth date. I wouldn't give it to him even though he asked nicely. He asked again and I just scowled at him. People were waiting behind him in line so he just tried a random PIN number, hoping it was correct. It was not. As the checkout man sighed, I practically shouted the numbers to him in order to move things along. So now, not only did everyone in the store hear my PIN, which I have quickly changed, my husband is totally busted.

Of course, we've only known each other since 1986. There is still time for him to learn details of my life history.

More Twilight Nuggets

For those addicted but wish (sorta) that they weren't, here's a very entertaining blog post written by Normal Mormon Husband regarding the series. He has some interesting hints for the men in the lives of the women who are secretly pining for a vampire.

The funniest hint?
After numbing your lips by sucking on a Popsicle, ask her, "Have you ever wondered what it feels like to kiss Edward?" Note: She will be utterly helpless when you close your eyes and lean toward her.

Must We?

I shop at Aldi frequently. It's a great place for basic staples. Yet when I take my family with me to Aldi, there is something that happens, causing us to act like slack-jaw yokels (pictured above).

Today we stopped after church and within about two minutes Rachel had loudly proclaimed that her brother was gay, Quinn had accidentally strangled her, she turned and sneezed into his face, then I smacked her in the shoulder for acting like such an idiot, exclaiming, "Do you not realize that you could be threatening the lives of any immuno-suppressed individual in the store?!"

Must we act like this?

'Twilight,' the love that dare not speak its shame

I took the kids to see New Moon last weekend and am currently trying to "kick" the Twilight saga from my brain. Then I read this article and realized I'm not alone.

I learned that "Good, smart, literary women tried to resist the romantic-vampire phenomenon. And then, alas, they bit" too!

Just Read

I can't believe how often I laughed out loud reading this book. I know it's for grade schoolers, but it was a nice diversion to thinking about what to cook for Thanksgiving dinner. Have a good one, by the way!

More

I'm not making fun, just can't help sharing the smile. My son was watching TV and commented about the myriad commercials, "Just because it's Thanksgiving doesn't mean you have to keep showing us stupid roosters!"

(pretty sure he meant to say turkeys)

TMI?

I hope this isn't too personal to blog, but too late. You know how Quinn uses words that are close to what he means, or words that sound sort of like the word that he means? Well, last night during family prayer time, Quinn thanked God for " . . .His love, His wisdom and His punctuality. . . ."

Maybe it was Quinn's way of acknowledging God's sovereignty and perfect timing. But Rachel and I couldn't help giggling.

Hope or Truth

"It is natural to man to indulge in the illusions of hope. We are apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth — and listen to the song of that siren, till she transforms us into beasts. ... For my part, whatever anguish of spirit it might cost, I am willing to know the whole truth; to know the worst, and to provide for it."

— Patrick Henry, Founding Father

cant diss the Wrd

I'm TTLY not in2 txting, but this is good to know.

Check out Religious Libertree

I'm Tired

It's been a busy week. But I'm not quite this tired.

True Patriot

"Patriotism is supporting your country all the time,
and your government when it deserves it."

— Mark Twain

Progress

"We all want progress, but if you're on the wrong road, progress means doing an about-turn and walking back to the right road; in that case, the man who turns back soonest is the most progressive."

— C. S. Lewis

Mystique

Quinn was talking about someone named Mystique tonight. I assumed it was a kid in his class, but thought the name sounded a bit "stripper-ish." It suddenly dawned on me that he was talking about his teacher, whose name is Mrs. Stich. I'd better start paying better attention to my kids.

Good Deeds

Quinn answered the door this afternoon and gave permission to a couple of young boys to rake leaves in our yard. I peeked out the window and noticed that the boys were about seven or eight years old. One of them had a child-sized snow shovel and the other had a very large rake. They were pretty much raking our leaves into our neighbor's yard and into the street. I sent Mike out with a few dollars for them so that they would STOP!

I wonder what kind of racket they have going? Will they ask our neighbor if he wants those leaves raked from his yard now?

Poor Owen

My sister and her family came to visit yesterday. Unfortunately, my nephew Owen had a bit of stomach trouble. While getting some fresh air, he ended up projectile-vomiting near Mrs. Neighbor's kitchen window. I quickly walked into my house to get a washcloth for Owen.

Also, I didn't want anyone to hear my giggling.

Go, Maggie!

"The trouble with socialism is that you eventually run out of other people's money."

Margaret Thatcher

Aha!

I came across a box of old love letters last night and Mike and I were reading them and laughing. We were only 15 & 18 when we started dating and the "love banter" was truly hilarious. Plus, the letters stretched over seven years. Rachel was rolling her eyes and trying not to gag. But I did gain an insight into why the Twilight saga had pulled me in - I lived that adolescent love triangle. And still, I vote Team Edward - um . . . I mean Team Mike!

I also realized that the art (I'm using that term loosely.) of the love letter is being lost to emails and texts. I wonder if ours will be the last generation with an old box of letters?

Thank You, Veterans

Common Sense

"Those who expect to reap the blessings of freedom, must, like men,undergo the fatigues of supporting it."

— Thomas Paine, Founding Father

New Picture

Check out this link to see my favorite picture of the Rellim triplets. Holden, Hannah and Hayden.

Shrimp

"AHHHH!! Gross!! There are shrimp in my Ramen shrimp & noodles!!" exclaimed Rachel.

Yep. She's a straight-A student.

List

This is a list of books that I've heard could be banned by the president. What sort of implications could there be based on the fact that I've read (and likely own) so many of them?

True

This is an interesting way to deal with criminal behavior. Pretty sure the story is true.

Just Finished Reading

A typical Dan Brown novel with a healthy heaping of National Treasure. Clues lead to more clues, leading to more clues, with a couple twists and one tear-jerking moment. Interesting last few chapters about how man is god but has not yet realized it - apotheosis, or something like that. Tons of conspiracy theories were thrown about regarding our Nation's forefathers and their roots in Freemasons.

Hee Hee

It Happened

I became one of those parents tonight who sat in the bleachers questioning the coach's decisions during the girl's basketball game. I started to care about who was going to win and it was crushing me. Fortunately, about third quarter, I was able to shrug off the stress and just watch for the fun of it. Unfortunately, I think the coach had been doing that all night long.

Doh! There I go again - caring about a win!

Someday

Someday maybe I'll be quoted as saying this:

Don't you love it how a politician can technically be telling the truth without revealing the entire truth, which would make his first statement a blatant lie?

Take this statement, for instance.

Static Cling

This was Rachel's great idea for a Halloween costume. Awesome!