Global warming?

Yup, 4 1/2 inches of global warming fell on my little empire this weekend. Lil' Boogers had a good time playing in it for a few hours. She particularly like global warmingball fights. Particularly being hit by the global warmingballs. She built a global warmingman and played with a neighbor's sled (which she did not like) until everyone was numb from the cold.

It's amazing how little global warming it takes to shut down the entire city!

Cruise Ship Bingo

The newest game sensation; Cruise Ship Bingo! (tm, copyright Cooper Heavy Industires LLC, all rights reserved)

Here are the things that make you go "WHAT!"

1: Man wearing cow print pants.
2: Old man in leisure suit.
3: Drunk woman at the lifeboat drill before the ship sails.
4: Man in cowboy boots and large belt buckle the whole cruise.
5: Man in black socks and sandals.
6: Hairy chested dude with lots of gold necklaces.
7: Fat guy in a speedo.
8: Mr. T starter set. (more than 5 gold necklaces!)
9: Willie the Pimp. Okay, not the actual Willie from People Of Wal-Mart fame, but he looked close enough.
10: Bluegrass band playing "Purple Rain."


I'll repeat that if you weren't listening...

10: Bluegrass band playing "Purple Rain."

11: Comedian that was not even remotely funny.
12: Guy in swimsuit and suspenders.
13: Guy from #12 with hairy chest and nipple rings.
14: Very Very Very bad toupe'. It looked like a cat sitting on a bald man.
15: Elvira wannabe.
16: Man perpetually drunk. Everywhere he was he had a drink and a stumble. Even breakfast every day.
17: Grumpy church group in matching tee shirts complaining about everything.
18: People who cannot fold towels into animals. Even with lots of coaching.
19: Prosti-teens. If you are 13, you should not dress like a hooker.

You're welcome.

Cozumel

It really is more like the arm pit of all Mexico.

And Mexico really isn't much to brag about in the first place.

I love technology

Yet another blog that starts with a lie for a title.

After using my laptop computer Monday evening, I shut it down just like normal. When I tried to start it up Tuesday morning to no avail. So I had the pleasure of trying to trouble shoot it most of Tuesday. I left it with my buddy Jeff to try to get it running, and he got it working mostly this evening.

Isn't technology supposed to make my life easier? What happened to the wonderful and bug proof Windows 7?

Just my grumpy attitude I guess.

Maybe when I'm in a better mood I will tell the wonderful tale of Princess Poopy Pants' second birthday we had Sunday...

Out of the blue and into the red

It's no real secret that I like red cars. The 57 is red, the Mongrel was red, and now my daily driver Jeep is red.

Yup, project Earthcrosser has ditched the beat down and grungy paint and got a nice coat of (leftover) Scorch Red urethane. Looks like a new Jeep. Now I just have to fix up the interior.

Other good news, everyone is over the swine flu.

I finished my goal of reading the Bible on December 31. Now I am starting a 2 year reading plan in the English Standard Study Bible that She Who Must Be Obeyed gave me for my birthday.

Our annual Twelfth Night party has come and gone. Everything went well as far as I know. Next year the date returns to it's normal weekend.

But on a sad note, my friend James Devenny's mother passed away on December 30. Prayers for James...

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...