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Apr
11
Iron Butterfly
Posted in Lucy, random
6 Comments
Friday night we tried to go out to a fancy restaurant with the kids. There are two things potentially wrong with that sentence, and I’m guessing you can probably figure out what they are. Needless to say, it did not work out overly well. It’s a total crapshoot sometimes as to whether it’s going to work out, and this time it didn’t. Part of this was probably because it wasn’t a particularly kid-friendly place, so they were slower to bring the kid’s entrees out, they didn’t have chocolate milk, and there were a lot more people nicely dressed up that we were undoubtedly interrupting. Yeah, we were *that* family. I’m sorry. 🙁 Actually, Connor was fine. Lucy was being her typical 3-yr-old Princess self. The fact that she had melted down right before we left the house should have been my sign to either abort the mission or head out…
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Apr
8
Song & Dance
Posted in random
3 Comments
My mother owned a baby blue Pinto hatchback back in the late 70’s. It had no AC and only an AM radio. Power nothing, of course. I vaguely remember having to peel myself off the vinyl and cloth monstrosity that made up the back seats. Truth be told, I actually remember sitting in my car seat back there too. It was white with black straps. And plain. Everything back in the 70’s was either garish or plain, though only God knows why. Like if it didn’t look like psychedelic bird shit, it just wasn’t fit for the kitchen or something. For some reason, my dad always got the “good car”. The one with AC and an FM radio, and heavens! An 8-track player. Eventually a tape player. But my mom always got stuck with the econo-box special of the time, whatever that was. Which seems kind of stupid, if you think about…
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Apr
6
40 Inspirational Scenes in 2 Minutes
Posted in random, wtf
5 Comments
Looking for a way to finish that story? Just string along stuff you’ve already seen and make something new. Cleverly done.…
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Apr
1
Something Tells Me Phineas Would Not Approve…
Thanks to ThinkGeek, of course. Maybe he’d like the Tribbles-N-Bits, better? I know I’d prefer the My First Bacon doll, myself.…
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Mar
31
The Problem with Perky
Posted in david garrett, random
8 Comments
I am not Perky. I don’t think I’ve ever been perky. Or if I have it’s only in small doses. And then it wears off and I’m back to my grumpy self. I don’t think I really trust perky people. I mean, is it really possibly to be that happy all the time? Maybe it is. However, I’m beginning to wonder if it’s really all about the hair. Case in point, the doc I saw the other day had short and perky hair. And she was a very perky person. Said I was “just the sweetest thing,” while we were talking, in this perfect little Southern drawl. And seeing that I was there for my annual exam, being that perky was a very nice trick indeed. Anyway, I went to the hairdresser today. You can see exhibit A there up top, courtesy of my self-held camera. (I had to tuck…
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