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.

Sometimes life calls for a little stupidity

I am sad to say that I do not have any actual pictures of the cultural experience.

But that's not to say that I did not enjoy it!

The Family Unit went to the flea market in Lexington on Saturday. We did not realize that we had left the United States, but surely our passports should have been checked.

I'm not going to say that the flea market has become a sort of Wal-Mart for those people who may or may not have moved to this area from a warmer country that is further south of Texas. However, that would be true. There was such an abundance of food that I could not recognize being sold that I thought I had been relocated through some bizzare time portal.

But all that KRAAZEEE made me feel quite normal. And for that I'm glad.

Munah munah

So OH HAPPY DAY the PT Loser GT is finally sold. You know the difference between a PT Loser and a PT Loser GT, right? The Loser GT has a turbo. That means it needs copious quantities of premium fuel fed from it's 2.1 gallon fuel tank, the tires cost four times the GNP of Guatemala, and the motor bay is cramped. A typical PT Loser engine bay looks like five pounds of manure in a 1 pound sack. A PT Loser GT is more like 35 pounds in a 1 pound sack.

But I digress, because by selling this car America wins. I mean that because I suckered, er, sold it to a frenchy Frenchman. You know of France right? It's the only country that lost it's own civil war. They did in fact win one battle, Yorktown. So we owe them one. But we bailed them out at Tripoli, WW I, WWII, and Vietnam. I say enough. They have given society much; Renault (the LeCar, enough said), unshaven smelly women, and a love of Jerry Lewis. Nothing much to brag about. So I sold this idiot that car. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!

So for those of you keeping track, two months ago we had two daily drivers. The PT Loser and the beloved but beat Sunfire. They had 100K and 170K miles respectively. After selling and buying, we have a Cavalier with 60K, and a Jeep with 100K, and added over $1000 to the bank account.

Life is awesome!

V, where are you when we need you?

Remember, remember the fifth of November,
The gunpowder treason and plot,
I know of no reason
Why the gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot.


Today is Guy Fawkes day in Brittan, commemorating the attempted destruction of Parliament. Guy Fawkes, along with his conspirators, were executed for the crime.

More significantly for those of us that value freedom, it was the inspiration for the lead character in "V for Vendetta," which was originally a graphic novel against Thatcherism in Brittan, but became more open ended in it's opposition to oppression when made into a movie in 2006.

Now that we are subject to the evil communist plots being forced down our throats in the dead of night by the scum in Washington, we should ask ourselves:

V, where are you?

Remember remember the fifth of November...


This message brought to you from Galt's Gulch, Blythewood branch.

Life is wunnerful...

We just got home from a week in North Carolina. It was real rough. We had to watch the leaves turn color *ALL WEEK* with no responsibilities. I know, you can't imagine how I made it through alive. Well, thanks to copious alcoholic beverages and my innate laziness, I just slid by.

We did go up to Cherokee, NC so we could see how much we still hate tourist traps. That, and to buy some overpriced moccasins for a child that won't remember them. Thus the really bad photo of Poopy Pampers...

Enough already

So it seems that everyone I know is whining about the weather.

For those of you who don't live in my area; it's raining.

Ye gods!!! Break out the ark! It's the coming apocalypse! What are we to do? When does FEMA get here?

Grow up. It's just rain. It will not kill you. It will make stuff grow.

I will say that it is inconvenient that the cheapest day to go to the State Fair will also be the wettest day to go to the Fair. But life just isn't "fair" sometimes.

So the shrimping season will likely be over for me. I will not be able to go out for the next few weekends. Dad does not like to go out in November because he gets too cold. That's really fine, because my freezer has enough shrimp to more than last me through the year, and we got a cooler full on the last trip.

Life is good. It's rainy but the coffee is hot.