However, even if they weren’t moving out I’d be moving out in about a month anyway!
I haven’t been taking too many photos the last two months due to my really intense work load (which is finally letting up… I think). However, being Easter Sunday, and seeing as how pictures of little girls in pretty dresses are cute, I thought I’d attempt to take one. Silly me. Abby thought that cooperation, while being a word on Sesame Street, was not a good choice. However, this one is probably one of the better of the 6 that I took before giving up and resigning myself to paying others to take pictures of her.
I intentionally made this look like one of the photos you’d see that looked old because it covered all of the other low quality parts of the picture like direct sunlight, a crumby background and my frustration. However, you get the idea. It also has that nice 70′s vibe to it if you squint your eyes and turn your monitor off.
I don’t know if any of you have caught the annoyingly long and stupid looking commercials for the new show called ‘Grey’s Anatomy‘ but every time it goes on I think, “Why am I watching TV?” I also think shortly afterward, is this not ‘Saved by the Bell‘ meets ‘E.R.‘? This show looks like a bunch of kids got dropped into a hospital as if they thought they were going to Barney’s playhouse. And if I have to watch another commercial for a show where two people from work have sex and it makes them feel wonderfully good as if its a new concept for television, I’m going to start printing out all of my spam and sending it to the show’s producer’s teenaged daughters and sons. And if the producers don’t have any of those I’m going to print out my spam and send it to the producer’s mothers (in case they have more than one). And if that doesn’t get things across I’m going to just have to shoot my television. And if that doesn’t work I’m going to take an English class and learn how to right fewer run-on sentences. Oh, and I’ll learn that starting a sentence with ‘And’ is a bad writing no-no. One punishable by forcing the perpetrator to watch hours of television without any reprieve except to go to the bathroom (with a time limit) and only being allowed to eat dry rice cereal with water.
And if that doesn’t work…
It’s here. The day that celebrates rabbits, eggs and excessive amounts of candy – well, one of the days, because there’s probably a great similarity with Halloween in that regard. However, similarly what were once the eve of all saints day and the celebration of the resurrection of God are now Hallmark Holidays [TM]. However, I do celebrate my risen Lord and welcome you to join me.
Have a good Holy-Day or a good holiday… but either way, avoid the tooth decay, brush regularly and floss even more regularly… at least once a month.
This link is a blatent example of what should not happen on TV, in churches or in real life anywhere: I give you Public Access Smellovision [as in it stinks]. The first clip just cracked me up. I haven’t even watched all of them, but it was so funny I had to immediately blog it.
Link via linkfilter.net.
Spam King Reports on Ministers of Spam. When morons do moronic things, you have to point it out. Why on God’s green earth would you solicit people for money in the form of email? Why would you want to thwart legitimate spam blocking services at companies such as Yahoo! and Hotmail to get money for God? This is just insane.
I do understand now how people could reject Christianity if this was the representation that they see. This doesn’t represent Christ, Christianity or anything else, it represents a bad attitude. If God wants you to minister in China, Prisons or next door he’ll give you the passion to do so and the required funds and transportation. I can just imagine Jesus out with his disciples passing out flyers asking for money, hoping that God the Father would provide. Dumb.
This evening, after picking Abigail up from my parents, Abby said something that made me proud: She said, “We killed the bugs, Dad.” Seeing as how that’s a lot of what I’ve been doing the last couple days I liked the idea of my daughter helping.
Jessica, my lovely bride, subscribes to Martha Stewart: Living. Which, for the last 5 months has been really different because as you all know she’s been in jail smuggling food and teaching the inmates how to spruce up their cells. There’s nothing like opening up what used to be a home and cooking magazine to find articles on “Bars: How to keep a lustrous shine on one of your four walls.” However, what really concerns me is how Martha Stewart is reportedly 63 and yet when I see pictures of her she looks no more than 45. What’s her secret?
Did she make a pact with the Stay-Puffed marshmallow man so that she’ll stay young instead of puffed? Does she use one of the many rejuvenating products that are advertised in her magazine? Or, is she really like Oprah who has a rather warn older looking face but before each show they put on a pound of makeup and she looks like her usually, jovial, talk-show self? Maybe she made a pact with El Diablo and for each month she was in prison he took 5 years off of her appearance age-wise. Or, and I think this has the highest chance of being the reason: She’s had herself cloned.
There are actually three Martha Stewarts in various stages of disrepair, a fourth is in the works so that she’ll still look 45 when the first two have been dead for some time. Of course this means that she’ll never have her own postage stamp because you have to be dead for ten years to have your own postage stamp, and with the cloning she’ll never actually be dead the way most people have been dead in the past. Of course she’ll be in good company, the Dali Lama keeps getting reincarnated so he can’t have a postage stamp either.
What’s your guess?
This morning while snuggling with Jessica in bed Abby said, “Tonight, we’re going to Africa. It will be great!”
Upon further interogation we discovered that she wanted to go to “Newspaper Africa.” After asking what newspaper Africa was like she explained the process:
1) You go to Africa (makes sense)
2) You get purple stuff from Jamba Juice and
3) You pour the Jamba Juice on nasty things
She had me tracking until the third step.
As you can tell I’ve been a little short on adult interaction for a while so I’ve not been posting a lot about things outside of the home.
The title is from the Princess Bride, one of the best movies to ever come out for the family. I bring it up because of Abby, who, in similar fashion, bargains with the best of them. Last night she wanted to watch the Incredibles. Something I won’t let her do because she’s not old enough. However, I told her that maybe when she was four she could watch it (which is probably too early, but she won’t remember, I hope). She said, “No, when I’m seven!” I said, “OK, seven is fine.”
“No, eight, Daddy!”
You win Abby