From the mouths of babes
My son has a love/hate relationship with our Roomba. He loves to start it and watch as long as someone else drags it out of the Roomba hiding spot but he still finds it the robot scary. This morning, the brisk air outside and the full moon made the dogs extra frisky so as they wrestled they simply ignored the Roomba trying to join in the game by bouncing off their feet.
Evan: "Robot clean Molly and Dharma!"
Now why did this child wake up at 7:15am? I was really hoping he would sleep in! Thank goodness he does self-play really well. He and I will have an adventure today as I will take him to the IRS office in the John Duncan Federal Building. "And Homeland Security detained a local man after his feral children ran rampant through security…"
And they throw me curve balls
I woke this morning to be reminded we were out of milk. How does a single parent buy milk without being negligent? Fortunately the house was still asleep. Before slipping out, I woke Amy to let her know that I running to Weigel’s and back (5 minutes). The moon was very full and beautiful this morning! As I returned with milk, the check engine light on the dashboard lit. Looks like Evan and I will be slipping in a trip to Autozone for a free reading of what the computer is telling as well as an air filter. I walked in the door to find Amy fed and dressed!
Evening Status
We survived the day without much of a productivity hit to my coding. After getting 3 children off to school, I hit the keys. Recovered the pre-schooler and did an errand on the way. Let the tv do some babysitting until the 6 year old came home and then she babysat fought the 3 year old. Then the 12 year old came home, the tv was turned off, and he was placed in charge of his siblings until it was time for dinner. Everyone ate and the 12 year old was ushered off to bathe and prepare for scouts. I slipped in some more programming while the two little ones played nice upstairs. Noah’s ride took him to scouts. I bathed and jammied the two little ones. And now I’m debating just how horrible it would be to take a 3 and 6 year old in pajamas into the Weigel’s to buy milk for the morning.
Danger Boy!
Scary robot.
From the mouths of babes
Dad, downstairs: "What is burning?"
Noah, upstairs: "Should I let the dogs out?"
Brushing teeth must be fun!
The children really enjoy toothbrushes wit suction cups.
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Today’s satire (was The most absurd thing I have read today)
Update:
Blogger rule #34- Never post prior to coffee.
Blogger rule #35- Never post while multitasking.
Blogger rule #71- Never post if after skimming an article you are not sure if it was satire or serious.
Blogger rule #3- Never post when your gut feeling says you are making a mistake (drafts are a good thing)
All that said, check out today’s satirical find at Patterico’s Pontifications. (after all, it was labeled humor as b-i-l points out) I misread it on my first pass. And my apologies to Jim Treacher and Patterico.
I try to read both sides so that I can understand the McCain supporters and to thoroughly appreciate all the issues. This statement is ridiculous:
James F. Treacher, Professor of Media Studies at Noesutch University, notes: "If Obama isn’t an evil, racist, fascist hatemonger of hateful hatred, why hasn’t he conceded the election?" [Source, Patterico’s Pontifications, Obama Rallies Turn Ugly]
What kind of logic is that? And coming from a university professor?! Btw, I think Patterico is stretching a bit in his Obama Rallies Turn Ugly.
You could write that quote as a fill in the blank and it still wouldn’t make sense! "If McCain isn’t an evil…" "If Bush isn’t an evil…" "If James F Treacher isn’t an evil…" It just isn’t a logical statement particularly when the contest is so even yet polls are showing Obama slightly ahead. Maybe we should do away with elections and we the people could all contribute questions toward a standardized test. Whichever candidate scores highest on The People’s Test wins the office.
Blogher Report
The girls are having a blast. They were treated to dinner at an expensive steakhouse, and my daughter ordered Mac and Cheese! If dumbfounded could take a solid form, it would look a lot like me right now. Big day for them tomorrow.
The scream was like a banshee in pain
The house quieted. Evan declared, "Give me bop. I go bed now." And with a little reluctance, he put himself to sleep. Noah coaxed Amy to bed but she sprang back after he slipped out to read a book. In the meantime, I took the dogs outside and sat on the porch, shirtless to enjoy the cool evening air with no mosquitoes and chant. Shortly into chanting, the peaceful neighborhood with its waxing gibbous moon (96% full) being sung to by crickets erupted into a cacophony of barks and howls. I continued to chant and Dharma and Molly, my German Shepherds, sat silently alert. Then there was the shriek! Altogether to close! Thanks to our camping in the Okefenokee, I am quiet familiar with the sound of fighting raccoon and I do not want my dogs tangling with one of those. Chanting ends. I usher the dogs inside to find Amy having trouble sleeping so we go to her bed and chant together until she is calm enough to sleep.
Wiped out
Oh, I forgot I wasn’t barefoot!
I picked up some Teva Mush flip flops yesterday for $6! They are so comfortable and light that I keep forgetting I have something under my feet. I wore my Birkenstocks until the cork rotted away and since then I’ve keep my toes covered. It feels good to have the toes free again!
And the girls are gone!
Cathy and Sarah along with Missy took off this morning in a decked out Saturn Vue loaned to them by GM to attend BlogHer in Washington, DC. Today was also my deadline for getting my IRS paperwork straightened out before they begin levying bank accounts again. Despite my pleas for one more week, they wouldn’t budge. Fortunately since today is a Sunday and tomorrow is a federal holiday, I have until Tuesday to turn the papers in. For a variety of reasons from "I didn’t feel like it that year" to "Cathy’s name didn’t match the records at the Social Security Department," I had missing or rejected IRS tax returns from 2002, 2003, 2004, and 2006. This makes Uncle Sam not like you. And when Uncle Sam doesn’t like you, he takes away a bunch of your money in fees, interest, penalties, and brute force.
The paperwork is straightened out. Amy has been to a birthday party. Evan and Noah to the circus with the grandparents. Noah is nursing a migraine. Amy and Evan are playing. And I’m programming (think I’ll slip some dinner in somewhere).
