Just our luck...

You would think that if you shelter your "Pweshisss" (as in Lord of the Rings) from the outside world that illness would rarely if ever enter your home.

Nay nay I tell you...

Princess Poopy Pants has swine flu.

I told her not to eat the whole pig but she never listens. I guess she got it at our church's Mom's Morning Out program. It's the only time she's around other people. Sunday she had a 103 temp. and was very groggy and lethargic. She perked up yesterday, but still had a temp. and was not up to full speed. The trip to the doctor did not go as well as usual. She normally has the patience of Job and is every bit the good girl that my progeny would be expected to be. Yesterday she acted as if she were related to Lucifer or Damian or Ozzy Osborne or Tyra Banks, or some other demon. She made it through though and is on a one week Tamiflu regime. She Who Must Be Obeyed got a prescription of Tamiflu for us as well. I hold out no hope of missing this round of fun. I'm sure that everyone will have it before the year is out.

No interesting picture today, just a sick kid update.

So Princess Poopy Pants has this duck. It's a silly stuffed duck about 8 inches tall made by the people who made beanie babies. This duck is like some sort of growth out of her armpit. She carries it everywhere. She sleeps with it. She likes to toss it at me. She uses it like a tissue. She uses it like a napkin. So the stupid duck is pretty nasty, even after a trip through the wash.

The Manager told me that we needed another duck "in case Quackers gets lost." So we needed a clone. Quackers and Quackers Prime if you will. After searching the interwebs, it turns out this is some magical duck that is out of production.

**If you were collecting beanie babies as an investment, LOOK AWAY NOW**

Luckily they are all over e(vil)-bay for about $6 shipped. Upon buying-one-now, I promptly tore off the tag and tossed it into the fray with Princess Poopy Pants.

It would seem the two ducks are not of the same hen.

One is a nice puffy and cuddly soft critter in a calm and sedate yellow hue with a smiling beak.

The other looks like it had a pack a day habit for 40 years while it worked at the docks. It's kind of a rancid vanilla pudding color, and oddly crunchy even when clean. And it's stretched about 3 inches longer than it should be.

Guess which one gets all the attention...

It's Christmas!!

We finally bought a decent camera, so now we can have pictures of Princess Poopy Pants with her eyes open. Not that you can tell in this picture.

Somehow the Grinch has stolen my Christmas spirit this year. This is unusual because I am a Christmas junkie. I don't like the commercialism, the need to overspend, the "Happy Holidays" junk; I love to celebrate Christ's birth.

Finally, I am starting to get over it. We have the tree up, the wreaths on the front of the house, and some of our nativities up. There is more decorating to do, but with the Princess getting into everything, we will be on a more sedate level than typical for a few years.

Sending Princess to "Dad's" Morning Out at Northeast Presbyterian Church has paid off. She loves to paint, color, and everything else they do that is somewhat art related. We did not fully appreciate her passion for creativity until she decorated some cookies for us Sunday. I'm not going to brag, but MOMA has already requested several for permanent display. Sadly, like the LOLcat, I eated them.

I'm sure we can get more made.

Need a job?

Backstory: I have a Jeep. I have a new-to-me used console for the Jeep. The console has a slot for a radio. THe factory Jeep radio slot is a long reach from the driver's seat. I bought a radio on Black Friday.

SOOOOOOOOOOO..................

Since I am moving the radio from the dash to the console, I need a longer antenna wire. I knew that someone just HAD to make some sort of extender. Where would one find such an animal?

RADIO SHACK!

I went to the local Radio Shack to find some sort of an extension. The counter monkey was totally perplexed. He needed to know what type of antenna connector. I told him there were exactly two types: General Motors and the rest of the world. He still had no idea.

So my inner jerk sprung into action.

I asked him where I was?

Radio Shack.

What am I looking for a part for?

A radio.

Perhaps you see where the breakdown was.

I can only hope that they are looking for new workers at Radio Shack. That guy was not cutting it.