Some friends are moving to Cal-e-fornia from Tejas. I don’t know why, but apparently they want to move from where it is hot and humid to where it is hotter and humidor. That being said, I wrote a very quick ditty to celebrate this wonderful opportunity. You may listen to it below:
I’m Moving to CA
Disclosure: I was born in California, this song is, like almost all of my work, tongue-in-cheek.
Jessica and I were having a very brief discussion about a new movie that is out and I said that the male lead was described as a stud by someone who saw the movie. The 9yo walked by and said, “A stud is a piece of a lego.”
Yes, yes it is.
Time for a euphemism lesson? I think not.
This morning on the way to school Jessica asked the girls what we should do while some friends come into town this summer. Abby replied, “Let’s go to the art museum!”
Jessica suggested that not everyone might enjoy the art museum because not everyone is like us in the things they enjoy.
Abby: “yeah, we’re a nerd family.”
Evie asked, “We’re nerds?”
Abby: “Yeah, and it’s cool!”
I’m such a proud dad
The Matrix has no right to be 13 years old. It stands up so incredibly well. Amazing film. Shame they never made any sequels. — Shea Bennett on Twitter
Normally I’d write some very sentimental message right here, but today I’m going to just link you over to Cake Wrecks. Now I’ll say this: Thanks for pulling with us during 2011 – it’s been quite a year with lots of firsts and some hopefully lasts, and maybe even a laugh or two. As for now: may your Christmas be heavenly focused, and may your time with your family not need spiked eggnog. And if you don’t get time with family may you get time with friends. And if you don’t get time with family or friends may you get it before or after. And if you’re an exception to that: I’m sorry.
Question of the week: What was the best part of 2011?
The 6yo said today, “I went to the nurse, but all she gave me was some water. She’s a really bad nurse.” The 6yo has a cold and no other needs of any sort. I would suggest that the nurse does a fine job, and the 6yo needs to adjust her standards.
I put the following on our door yesterday after our candy bowel [SIC and SICK] was emptied by greedy children:
All the children
Took all of our candy
& made us cry all of our tears.
Sometimes you have to remember that there is an order of operations. You go into the doctor’s office and you have to order the operation ahead of time, otherwise they don’t give you one.
When what you read is:
Debt increase by presidents: Reagan 186%, Bush 54% Clinton 41% Bush II 72% Obama 23%. /source CBO [from Twitter].
Does your brain translate it to this:
It turns out those percentages don’t add up to the actual national debt value, so the numbers seem wrong. But when someone shows you percentages get out your spread sheet or calculator to make sure that you’re not being had. If you say that Obama has had less spent during his presidency or that Clinton was a spendthrift or any number of other things based on percentages you’re probably doing it wrong. And yes, this is showing billions and trillions [the formatting isn't quite right in the copy/paste].
Due to the compounding values of those debt numbers this massive expenditure of “only” 23% is rather ‘off’. Additionally Obama’s presidency is not over, so calling this one is a bit premature.
I say we call them all out for being fools with the financial resources. Additionally: congress(es) is (are) also responsible for this.
I asked Jessica, “What is this bread doing soaking in the blue bowl?”
She replied, “It’s benadryl, for the dog, so that she can stay calm after her surgery.”
“OK,” I said, satisfied by that answer.
“Don’t eat it,” she added to help me grasp the seriousness of the situation. She knows I have a special place in my heart for benadryl soaked bread.