Fertilizer

No, this is not going to be another blog entry with euphemisms for fecal matter. I apologize for the sometimes adolescent humor on this site – but it makes me laugh sometimes. Anyway, I fertilized the lawn Tuesday night and the proceded to water the lawn a lot to help get things turned back around. We had reached a point where our lawn was getting more brown than green and I wanted to facilitate the greener lawn look for my daughter’s upcoming birthday party (her birthday is on August 22nd).

The Lord, being full of humor and grace, has caused it to rain starting last night and this morning. This is perfect since I just fertilized. Now I’ll probably have to deal with rapid growth and more lawn mowing, but I’ll take it!

Warning: We Don’t Want Your Super Viagra

I have been getting hammered by a spam server this morning trying to pitch ‘superviagra.’ So I’ve blacklisted that word. Therefore if you attempt to write a comment on this blog using that word it will just delete the comment. Of course non of my readers would need to write that in the comments, but I just wanted to warn you.

You have been warned – and if you’re cold, put on a jacket, and then you’ll be warmed (most likely. This is not medical advice.)

In fact, this blog does not carry medical advice, dispense medical advice, dispense viagra, super viagra or ultra-super-duper-amazing viagra. I recommend you go see a doctor for any medical advice. That is all.

Pardon My Birds Nest

The other night on Iron Chef, the show where Americans dub over Japanese chefs cooking things that most Americans are afraid to eat, they made Birds Nest Soup. I thought it was just some strange name for a noodle type dish. Wrong! It was actually swallows nests in the soup. Color me WASP but that just wouldn’t go into my mouth.

Yes, I’m probably closing myself off from a world of tasty and delicious treats, but I just can’t imagine taking swallow saliva, broth and other basic ingredients and calling it soup. Skip the nest, I’ll take the rest.

They Might Be Giants do the ABC’s

If you have a child, children or a well pampered puppy then you probably have have enough kids CD’s that you feel like a chump for having bought them all. At our house we’ve got every single Veggie Tales CD they’ve made as well as several other ‘generic’ kids CD’s that makes us want to barf (the generic CD’s, not the Veggie Tales). We’ve listened to all of them many, many, many times and often find ourselves singing them when we’re away from the car. It used to be songs from other bands that we heard but now kids songs play in constant rotation in our mental jukebox. We’re nearly loopy from the loops of the CDs.

We’ve added another CD to our collection though which has been a nice reprieve from the repetition (for a short while). They Might Be Giants’ kids CD Here Come the ABC’s. It’s the same They Might Be Giants that a few of you might know, but with lyrics that are safe for most children and at least 1/3 domesticated, overly pampered, puppies. I will warn you though that you might get ‘E eats everything’ stuck in your head and find yourself in the same old rigmarole . However, its the kind of insanity that I can enjoy in regular doses 🙂

Public School Rant

If you like public school, think its the best thing on the planet, love administrative mistakes and really wish you could make one, you probably don’t want to read this post. While I was in Inderana I was talking with my father-in-law (we do that a lot :)) about school and he has to pay $200.00 to rent the books for his daughters’ will use in school. $100.00 per student.

What the heck is up with that? Don’t we pay huge amounts of taxes for school already? When I was in College the school sold the books, but that was college. What is up with administration, beaurocracy, and schoolboards charging parents for student materials. The students are [appropriately] already having to bring in various other materials including paper, pens, pencils and food. Some people are getting government subsidies for school lunch programs and various other materials, but in general a large portion of students have things paid for by their parents.

Forget milk money, I’m going to find some poor helpless parent and bully them for their book rental money!

Evy Update

Last time I may or may not have mentioned that Evy had a cyst in her brain when we had the ultrasound. The Doctor and ultrasoundographer (is that a word) both assured us that it would be nothing… and they were right. Evy is doing well and her face and body are forming fantastically – we’re excited to have a healthy, if not overly wiggly, baby coming.

Just thought you’d like to know.

Oh, and I still have to set my scanner up so I can scan in the images they gave us.

Eh, Regardless

Dan Klass of The Bitterest Pill podcast noted the death of the comedian Freddy Soto. I had never heard of Freddy Soto before but the video clips on his site cracked me up [note: I’m not responsible for it and you’ll want to have discernment…]. One of which involved the phrase ‘Eh, Regardless.’ You’ll have to watch the clip to understand.

I said it in front of Abby and she repeated it over and over on the airplane until Jessica and I were nearly crazy. It’s funny now, but on the ‘plane I wanted to get her to stop.

In fact, ‘Regardless’ became the anti-word for my sister-in-law, Kelsey’s ‘Seriously.’ Every time she said seriously we would retort with regardless. In fact by the end of the week we would have a banter of something like:
Kelsey: …Seriously.
John: Stop.
Me: Regardless.
John: I’m not even kidding.

Yes, that’s slightly bizaare, but that’s what you’ve come to expect on this here blog. Seriously.

Life Aquatic

We didn’t actually get to finish watching this movie. However, we didn’t want to. The DVD had more scratches than a rap album [wow, that was a lame comparison, sorry]. We kept waiting for it to take off, especially given the names on the casting list. After trying to clean the disc several times we concluded it could also be our DVD player, but I wasn’t ready to go run out and buy one tonight.

The acting on the movie was weak at best, Owen Wilson’s ‘accent’ was so fake I thought I was watching a mockumentary. Actually, I sort of was, but the funny lines died short of funny and the not funny lines didn’t carry anything. On top of that there was a topless gal in a few scenes which surprised us. I suppose they just missed the boat on this one.

It gets a one-third swordfish rating… whatever that means.

I’ve Got Mail

I loath AOL in general, but their ubiquitous “You’ve Got Mail” quote lives on in my list of cultural idioms. Thus, I’ve got mail. A whole lot of it. This morning upon logging into my Thunderbird email client I had over 400 emails that needed to be scanned, deleted, processed, replied to or ignored. This is not a personal record but its going to slow my productivity a bit today. Such is life…

Oh, and for the record much of it can just be scanned, skimmed or ignored due to various email lists I subscribe to.