Year: 2007

So, I just had a machine call me, give the following message, and hang up.

Hi! This is Cathy from Nebraska. Please call me at 888-xxx-xxxx.

More than likely this is some kind of collector. Sears and I are having a little dispute. I am more than willing to talk to Cathy but not if she is not going to be professional enough to 1) identify the nature of the reason she wishes me to call or 2) call me in person. This approach is wrong on so many levels. With the caller id blocked, I cannot reject the calls. I should do this approach with a 900 number where I harass people into calling so that I can charge them for the phone call.

I know I’ve said it before, but there is just something powerful about waking up when all the numbers on the clock are the same. Today: 222

So the boys are going to go the rifle range and fire guns on Saturday. The meeting has ended, the boys are playing and the adults are having a brief follow-up meeting. The speaker is very serious.

Speaker: "Saturday we are going to need lots of adults. We will be shooting 4 and 5 people at a time."
Me, unable to help myself: "Don’t you think our numbers will dwindle quickly that way?"
Speaker, trying to compose a correct answer stares blankly.
Me, clarifying: "I mean, you said you want lots of adults and we’ll be shooting 4 and 5 people at a time. I’m not showing up!"

On a side note regarding scouting, Penn & Teller really ripped into the organization not for the skills it teaches but for the discrimination and hate on the public’s dime. I am a huge scouting advocate so this was a difficult watch for me because I did not enjoy some of the things Penn & Teller point out as I believe we should teach our children acceptance and tolerance.

I’m glad to have been lucky enough to have survived!

First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they were pregnant. They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can, and didn’t get tested for diabetes. Then after that trauma, we were put to sleep on our tummies in baby cribs covered with bright colored lead-based paints….

I woke up this morning with a three letter word written in bold, green letters on my forehead. I noticed it as I brushed my teeth. Being a blogger, I pondered photographing it and writing a lengthy essay about the hazards of living in a college town or how the effects of blackout drinking in the dormitory basement can come back to haunt you years later.

No. Simply, my wife has creative ways of telling me I am failing in my husbandly duties. Sleep lightly tonight dear!

I need referrals to a pediatric dentist in Knoxville. What dentist do you use for your children? What is their style? And what are their pros and cons? Thanks!

So, you’ve been fighting a bad stomach for the past day and a half. You think you are finally on the mend and are nursing down a bowl of oatmeal. What’s the last, one word instant message you want to see? "vomit."