Sunday, February 28, 2010
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Alright ladies, yes I am talking to you (because not many men visit, and I am literally surrounded by women 3 daughters, 6 sisters, a mom, and a wife). If you are in your car and you have to make yourself presentable... don't. I'm just saying, you could have stopped and plucked your eyebrows or your chin hair, or put lipstick on or PICKED IN YOUR NOSE... at home instead of the rear-view mirror and thus exposing me to your doings.
I'm not saying you shouldn't be ready at a moments notice, but I am saying you can spend time much better in front of the bathroom mirror and it will cost you what? maybe 2 or 3 extra minutes? And then you can be sure you get that last pimple, hair, booger and it will be in the privacy of your own home. Seriously would you want your boyfriend/husband to see you doing that? Then why do you think I want to see it?
Friday, February 26, 2010
Ok no movie this week. Basically I have been out of town on business and I have not had time to watch a movie. and all I can do is curse whoever made the airplane that I rode on throughout my trip because I think they were made for 5'7 women... certainly not 6'4, weighing north of 250 lbs. I mean I felt like I was stuck in a world of kindergarten chairs. Hell I could not even stand up completely, inside the plane, it was impossible.
And then came the sitting down, in the Chinese torture devices they tried to pass off as seating. My knees drove into the back of the chair in front of me. And then there were the flight delays. I could not do it regularly. Thank god, I don't need to.
I'll have another movie next week.
Posted by Mad Hatter at 5:52 AM
Thursday, February 25, 2010
So... have you enjoyed the Olympics yet? Yeah, I really can't get into it. Maybe it is the southern boy in me, or maybe the Olympics isn't really all that. I mean I was sitting with the wife, actually I was half laying half sitting up in the bed, and I wondered what does the average Olympic athlete do with his or her skill set once the Olympics are done?
I came up with nothing really. Except maybe do some charity work and competing over in the European circuit... I really can't find anything. I know it takes much hard work and dedication to be an Olympic athlete, but I am wondering how these people live the other 206 weeks between the Olympics. I think NBC is missing out on showing these people or at least some of them. But maybe that is just me, or maybe if we looked we wouldn't like what we saw. Obviously, there is training involved, but how does the average guy (do they even think they are average?) make ends meet? Are they all just a bunch of people with cushy endorsement deals and contracts? Or do they have to struggle like the rest of us?
I really don't know. I looked, but couldn't find much on the internet. Maybe someone out there knows and would like to share... I do know that the "Gold Medal" is not solid gold. I got into a debate with my wife and we ended "googling it" only 6 grams of gold is required to be in the Olympic gold medal, while something like 95% silver is required to be in the silver medal. I have no idea on bronze, I guess it is pretty cheap, so no one worries about that. So Does anyone know?
Posted by Mad Hatter at 5:11 AM
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
I have no idea what or where or how this movie/tune became so viral, but my teenager sings it almost all the time. In fact she has called other people using the phrase "Do you like waffles?" and then goes off into song. So here it is... Do you like waffles?
Posted by Mad Hatter at 5:01 AM
Monday, February 22, 2010
I don't know what it is about politics... and frankly I really don't care... but I feel like I need some hip boots and ear plugs just to wade though it all. I'm talking about both sides... ripping each other apart... for what? Is there a prize? Is there some kind of winner in all of this? Nope... just more of the same.
You stink, no you stink, no you really stink, well you stink like garbage, well you stink like shit, well you stink like a sewage back up, well you stink like a... oh what does it matter? We all stink really, and when it comes down to it, all the politicians are laughing, because they got you to think about the other guy instead of the guy you should be paying attention to.
I think people get side tracked with all the stuff that has nothing to do with whether or not the person is doing their job and whether or not someone else could do the job better. How many politicians do you know, that quit and the next guy was so much better? Yeah, me neither...
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Posted by Mad Hatter at 5:39 AM
Sunday, February 21, 2010
I have this feeling about my daughter... the teenager... that is probably not helpful to her or me. She has become the "Mikey" of our family. if you've never watched American Chopper then you may not know who Mikey is, but basically he is the slacker, the guy who makes funny jokes but never really gets anything done. The teenager is my Mikey, fun to have around, but doesn't really do much of anything.
Now she can step up. I'm not saying she can't, and she has when we were in our darkest hour, but it is the everyday that leaves me wondering. She makes me laugh, repeatedly and often. I like that, but we can't always laugh together... not when there is other things that need to be done. But I don't know how to get us from the laughing and having a good time to the serious. That is the problem and that is my fault.
I have a special connection with the teenager. I had her... early in life, with a different woman, and so she is a bit left out. So I treat her a bit differently, well maybe, no two kids are the same. So whether or not I treat my kids the same is kind of a straw man argument. One kid is more deviant than the others, one kid is a goody two shoes, what works for one may not work for the other. Then there is the age difference thing.
I was the oldest of my mother's 5 kids. I had to carry a pretty heavy load. She expected the absolute best from me, and backed that up with the high cost of tuition for my private schooling. My siblings? It started out like me... sorta' but it ended very different. Only one kid is on her own, my eldest little sister, and she isn't really on her own, she did take over payments on my mom's house, but I don't know if it is a full payment or not. The rest of the kids either still live with her or off of her. And they had that same laugh with your parents kind of feeling.
I don't want that to happen with me and my teenager. I think I need to sign her up with the Army now lol. Ok probably not. I know I went into the army, and there was conflict going on when I joined, but not like they have now. But still I had to tell both of my parents I was ok for the duration of me being in army. I love my daughter, I love all of my daughters. I just don't want to keep them so close that I wind up paying for their everything, and I don't want to drive them off either. So what to do? I guess I have to find that happy medium, between serious and funny. I have yet to find it, but I am looking...
Posted by Mad Hatter at 5:31 AM
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Sacrilege? Yeah probably. Am I going to hell for pointing you in the direction of this movie?
Maybe. But it is funny. I found out about it from my mother, so if I am going, so is she. I think God has a sense of humor. He has to or he would have not have made us make such weird faces while having sex. Anyway, yeah, this movie is probably sacrilege, but it is extremely funny too.
Posted by Mad Hatter at 5:41 AM
Friday, February 19, 2010
So this is a mom-free sort of movie. What I'm saying is there is lots of man stuff in this picture. There's women and drinking (just a little) and sport. There's also a voyage on a boat, and all kinds of monsters. Jason (Todd Armstrong) the child of a king that has been killed by Pelias (Douglas Wilmer) when Jason was a baby. Now it is 20 years past, and Jason wants the throne back.
So he goes about organizing a contest for the strongest, fastest, bestest men in all of Greece so that he can get the Golden Fleece and rally the people of Thessaly (where he is from). Now you have to know that the gods are involved as well as Pelias, but still, this sets in motion the Argo (the name of the boat) and the Argonauts, which include Hercules (Nigel Green) and Acastus (Gary Raymond), Pelias' son.
Funny things about this movie...
They change clothes several times while on the boat... But I don't know how.
When I mentioned this movie I got a "ho hum" response until I mentioned there were mythical creatures in it.
I forgot about the skeletons in the end... but I think we are still ok.
Overall I think the stop action animation was superb, but I can't say that to children of today.
Below is not the original trailer, but I think it brings things around nicely for the younger crowd:
Thursday, February 18, 2010
You know, the past few weeks have been like a whirlwind for me... well at least sometimes, other times it feels pretty normal. But it seems like just yesterday we were going to the hospital to have the littlest, who is up to 15 pounds now. And it seems like the whole gall bladder thing is a distant memory... a painful memory but still. Now I am left alone, while my wife goes to a conference. Oh boy!
It really isn't that bad anymore. Though both the songbird and the little one who isn't little are on antibiotics. It still doesn't bother me. It will come and it will go, regardless. That's not to say "I'll miss you hunny", or the kids don't realize that you are gone... because they do, and I do miss her badly, it is just saying that I can deal with it better than before.
I liked it when we went to DC together. I liked it a lot. But That was a once in a lifetime sort of thing... and no kids... and 2 almost 3 years removed. I hope we still have it in us, medically, financially, and really any other way to do it again. But for now, we or least least one of us, has to sit back and watch these youngens' grow.
And when she comes back... we have a birthday party to go to... a Chuckie Cheese birthday party for crying out loud! I am not going to do that alone... ever. Nope, so come home soon!
Posted by Mad Hatter at 5:29 AM
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Yet another year has gone by. Today is the songbird's birthday. 4 glorious years old. What does she want? Nothing. Well we are just 2 months outside Christmas, so as you can guess, there isn't much she wanted that she didn't already get. But that is not to say we got her nothing. Hello Kitty is the theme for her birthday. I have my own thoughts about that (Think Maneki Neko, not obtrusively bad, but certainly good fortune for Sanrio), but anyway that is what she wanted, and hence what she got. We were struggling with a place to hold her birthday this year. I'm all about not having it at your house, because if you do have it at your house you have to clean... twice and me and my wife weren't up for that.
We looked around here locally, in fact my daughter at first said to have it where we had it last year, the Sandbox. But see my daughter almost never wants to try anything new. And we were not going to be stuck in a rut come every February. The pottery place and the Build-a-Bear places were no longer in business. So what to do what to do?
We decided to give it to Chuck. It was further than we would have liked, but we could offset that by the fact that there likely wouldn't be as many kids coming, and we could take her to the Build-a-Bear in Savannah. Who doesn't like Chuckie? Yeah I know, but it is for the kids right?
What did I get my daughter?
Awwww yeah, She be cruising the neighborhood in style (along with a baby doll). We got it like that. Matching helmet and pads are just the whipped cream or frosting for an already tasty cake. Happy Birthday my little songbird!
Posted by Mad Hatter at 5:19 AM
Monday, February 15, 2010
I hate to do it, but I can't even begin to figure out why anyone would spend good money on something that is not at all what it seems. You see Montana's on 46 seems to have this "Southern Country Cookin" thing. But my god... I would not call that southern or country. More like frozen and pre-made... Kind of like the Frozen Food section of Wal-Mart. In fact I think I could have come up with a better meal at Wal-Mart and cheaper too. 30 bones for two adults and 1 kid. My teenager was at home (eating Ramen... I wish I was eating Ramen).
So I learned my lesson, I wanted to like that place, I really did but when it is obvious that you are being mislead I just can't offer any of my business to the place. The country fried steak was a little too round (and tasted like a frozen patty), the vegetables were of the canned variety, I really believe their burgers, and anything that was deep fried is probably ok, but that is not the reason I went there. It was for "Southern Cooking" and it is exactly why I will never go back.
Maybe if I get the hankering for a bison burger... then maybe. But there are better burger joints around and I really can't taste a difference between bison and beef. But that is just me. And why did all of this happen? Well you see things were rushed, we didn't have anything for dinner that night, because we forgot to take anything out of the freezer, soooo, we were looking for something fast and cheap and preferably something not Fast Food. We would been better off at Wendy's. Lesson learned.
Now I left a negative feedback on their website, and to their credit they did offer a gift card or whatever... but the thing is, the service was great, it was their food that was bad, and I really don't think they can fix that.
Posted by Mad Hatter at 5:57 AM
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Are you feeling all loved up? It seems that with this cold weather I just want to snuggle under the covers. One of our fellow BlogJam members, who lives where it really snows now, described the cold we have down here as bone chilling. I think she is right. Having lived out west and up north I think the kind of cold we have around here has got to be the worst.
For one thing, we aren't equipped for it. All I have is a heat pump in my house. Which does the job, but it never makes you feel warm. It just can't. Most people don't have fireplaces or wood stoves either. I know they have those little fireplaces but you can't warm a house with that.
There is only 10 degrees that separates us from Denver. Now I know, you really can't compare. But you can. For one thing there is no humidity up there, whereas we have it by the boatloads down here. It is damp, cold, and really, miserable here. It is very cold, crisp, and they have snow (or could have) there. I'll change my tune once this cold turns to summer, but man it can not happen soon enough.
Anyway, feeling the lovin' yet? Me? Not so much either. It is hard to keep a romance burning when you have kids, bills, sickness, taxes, and a myriad of other things to worry about. Not saying it is impossible, but it does make it hard. And who cares if you pick just one day to show your one true love, that you do in fact love him/her? I would think that they might need a little more attention than just one day. I love my honey. And though we have been through a lot lately, with the medical laundry list that we have built up, we did that together, and I can't think of another person I would rather do that with. :o)
But that is just me.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
The littlest version of us... that is the baby, thinks everyone and everything is funny. Why is that? I haven't got a clue. But man what I wouldn't give to be that happy again. I don't think I've been that happy, even under various drugs and alcohol. I'm just saying, life is awesome when you are 4 months old. I think it pretty much keeps that level of awesomeness until about age 5, from there it slacks off a bit, and then goes away completely when you have a job.
Not to say that grownups don't know what makes them happy, but they are anywhere near as happy as a baby. I can't ever think of a time where I could poop in my pants, have somebody clean me up, and be beaming with joy. Maybe when I'm 80, though I doubt it.
So here's to being young, though none of us will ever be young again, maybe you have kids or grand kids and you can see that kind of happiness in them, that kind of happy that can not be weighted down with bills, or taxes, or really anything. I feel sad because once they do (the children) understand about the world, they cannot have as much fun as before, so take it in while you can.
Friday, February 12, 2010
This is a very dark... yet very funny comedy. Some people might not get it... like my wife, and it is rated R, so it aint for the kids, but if you do get it, this is one of the best movies (that is why I listed here right?) ever made. This movie has a lot of stars, well it has a lot of people you may know.
Beverly Sutphin (Kathleen Turner) is a seemingly good person, but it is all a facade. Sort of... You see if you don't piss her off by doing something against the law or rules, she is as good as homemade apple pie. But if she finds you otherwise? Well then not so much. She has it all, a husband who loves her, 2 kids, and lots of friends. So what makes her so crazy? Oh just the little things. Watch and see...
Thursday, February 11, 2010
I'm still on a high from the Saints winning the Super Bowl. I know I really had nothing to do with their win, but I feel like I watched them lose so many times... I'm practically on the Saints roster. Ok maybe not, but still.
I have been introduced to the term "Breesus" which is what you get when you take Drew Brees (QB for the Saints) and Jesus, the almighty. There is a lot of sacrilege involved here, but New Orleans is kind of like Bluffton, they like things a little quirky over there.
So in the name of Breesus, or Breesus saves, or my favorite, Breesus take the wheel (I ordered the T-shirt).
Now I don't even know how Drew Brees feels about this, but I do know that in New Orleans, he can pretty much do anything he wants... and I think all he really wants to do is score touchdowns. Thank you Breesus. You made New Orleans a better place to live... and visit.
And then there is this...
This was taken right off of Yahoo! Sports How I wished I still lived there...
Posted by Mad Hatter at 5:37 AM
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Me and my wife, or is that my wife and I... Anyway we went out on a date (this was before the gallbladder incident)... (yeah I know, stop the presses) anyway, we
conned, actually got a very nice person that my wife works with to watch the kids for us. And we went out to Port Royal, and ate some Dockside. The place is... quaint. I mean the tables and chairs were lacking, but the good food more than makes up for it, plus they serve Drifter, which is one of my favorite beers, so there you go, also they are right along the water.
But that isn't what I'm here to talk about... it is nice, and there are a few other places available in Port Royal, if you feel you are in the mood for something other than seafood. But anyway, the wife and I start talking... as we are want to do, especially when there are no kids to try and drive my or her attention away. So we talked, it was like it was years ago, before the kids came into our lives. It was nice.
She was telling me about writer's workshop, and how she gets kids to write... because to write you must read. And that is the ultimate goal, to get kids to read. So, she says it's like this. It all takes place in about 30 -45 minutes. The teacher teaches a short lesson for about 10 minutes and then sets the kids free to write. Imagine that, they learn to write...by writing! During that time she flutters around the room like a socialite listening to kids talk about what they need help with or a part they just finished that they're proud of...etc. Then at the end she opens it up for 5 minutes worth of sharing something they've written. She spends a lot of focus on treating them like and calling them "authors" and the work or craft of writing. The beauty of it is this...there's no "Tell me what you did last summer..." or "Once upon a time a little bear went for a walk and then..." kind of stupid prompts that make it easy for the teacher and only limit and frustrate the writer. How would you like to be the kid who did NOTHING last summer or the 10 year old boy who doesn't care about the freakin' bear?? Instead the kids are encouraged to think for themselves, about themselves and about the world around them....and write.
Monday, February 8, 2010
So we have one Dave Grohl, the lead singer/guitarist of the Foo Fighters, and drummer for Nirvana and John Paul Jones, the bassist of the legendary Led Zeppelin, and Josh Homme The lead singer for Queens of the Stone Age. The first two I say right on, the last um, I don't know.
Them Crooked Vultures is a rock-blues sort of band. I'm a little pissed that they really don't make anything available on their own site, but there are ways around that, still it does make me a bit put off. But if you want to check out their website, go here.
The album is kind of Led Zeppelin but with a bit more rock in it. They sound a little like The Black Keys, but I don't like them as much as The Black Keys. Super Groups are pretty old hat by now, but this one is still worth listening to... for free, do I regret buying their CD? Yes and no, I think it is good music, I just have to be in the right mood and in the right situation... The CD does not have that got to hear song on it. But to each his or her own...
Whoa who.... we won! I know we shouldn't have been there, but we did and we won!!!! I can't even begin to make sense of it.... I'm just so happy we won, and so happy for the city of New Orleans. Oh my God. We have arrived!!! Yes I'm as giddy as a school girl... Thank God they won.... and thank you to my family, who have put up with all this madness. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
Posted by Mad Hatter at 5:09 AM
Sunday, February 7, 2010
The Saints are going to the Superbowl. I hope they win, like really, really, really, want them to win. Because I keep waiting for someone to jump out from behind the curtain and say... Nah, just kidding, the Saints are really the Aints. In fact, look what I found here:
Buddy Diliberto was a sports guy for WWL TV/radio for years and years. Never mind that he couldn't talk, for years if you pulled for the Saints, you had to go through him. He vowed if the Saints ever went to the Superbowl, he would wear a dress. Well they are going, but unfortunately Buddy D. passed away in 2005. But it being New Orleans lots of men did wear a dress, and if they win the Superbowl, look for this parade to be a regular "stop" on the Saints fans "To Do" lists. Even Bobby Hebert (Saints QB from the 80's and Buddy's replacement) dressed up.
So what am I doing? Well I am not above going in drag, that is for sure. But other than that... I will probably have to stay drunk, because I really can't take the stress of it all. Geaux Saints Geaux!!!
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Man I'm nervous. Yeah I know, there is nothing I can do about, but still I worry. In the age of everything new and technological, I guess I'm just naive. I keep listening or reading "news" reports on the upcoming "Big Game". Most say that my beloved Saints will lose. That would honestly suck, but I hope, that they are all wrong. But until they actually do win it all, I guess I'll suffer all those people who say they'll never make it.
The city is in utter chaos, or so the people that live down there tell me. It is Mardi Gras season after all. And if the Saints actually win... Oh man, I wish I could be there to witness and participate in the debauchery that will ensue after the fact. But really, even if they don't win, they still have reason to be happy. But if they did win... only if they did. We'll see...
Posted by Mad Hatter at 5:21 AM
Friday, February 5, 2010
So you may be asking, why would I pick yet another Shirley Temple movie? I think sometimes, you just get beaten down so much, you don't know what to do next. And this movie cheered me up, and all the rest of us up (wife and kids) too. No matter how bad you may have it, someone else has it even worse.
And from there we can really get into this movie right? Heidi (Shirley Temple) is an orphan from Switzerland, her Aunt Dete (Mady Christians) tired of taking care of her, leaves her at her grandfather's house. The grandfather (Jean Hersholt) Adolph Kramer is a bit hard to get to know, but he eventually warms up to Heidi.
And then Aunt Dete shows up again, takes Heidi away, and sells her to this rich family that is looking for a companion for their sick daughter. Man, I know, somebody call DSS right? And so Heidi makes the best of it, and actually teaches her crippled companion to walk (she had an accident earlier). You'd think ok that is it, Heidi has done enough, time to let up a little right? Wrong.
Fräulein Rottenmeier (Mary Nash) is the girls care taker, and she plots to sell Heidi to some gypsies. It is like one bad situation after another for poor Heidi. Meanwhile Heidi's grandfather never stopped looking for her. What happens next? Hmmmm you'll have to watch and find out . :o)
Thursday, February 4, 2010
There is a lot of bad news going around lately. I know I've had my fair share of it. But I'm not talking about "so and so is sick", or "that one over there needs an operation" though, I've gotten that kind of bad news too. I think there is just this negativity, maybe it is the weather, or time of year, or maybe it is because regular folks have to put up with an extra helping of stupid lately.
A few days ago, I came home for lunch. Not something I usually do, but you see my wife was just out of the hospital so that justifies it I believe. So before I can come home I have to stop and get some gas and pick up some fast food (as this was my wife's craving) to eat for lunch. I stop at the gas station, and I am the only one there, and I have to drive around looking for a pump that actually works... Sounds easy right? Well not so much, but luckily for me the 3rd time is the charm. But you have to wonder if any business really doesn't want you money, what the hall are they in business for?
Shake, shake, shake...
I stop by one of our fast food eateries and attempt to place my order (this is at lunch time, right at noon) and some guy is pressure washing the building or something, it is so loud that I think the person on the other end can hear me... but I really don't know. Now why in the world would they pick noon to pressure wash, with a big loud gasoline engine? Again, if they don't want my money... then why are they in business?
Shake, shake, shake...
Driving on Hwy. 278 usually means some give and take... I'm just saying. I know this is a mix of foreigners (Mexicans and all points south), Older drivers, and a lot of out of town folks too. Seriously I try to take a deep breath, and just let it all go... even if that jerk-wad just cut me off or some yahoo is driving like a maniac behind me. But eventually, sooner or later... you get to a point where you become more important than those around you. And thus they better watch and listen, otherwise a wreck will occur.
Shake, shake, shake...
I make it home, I can breath a sigh of relief. Or maybe not. I try to balance the fast food (the drinks and the bag of food) with my satchel of things I must take with me (mainly my glucometer and every thing that goes along with it... needles, insulin, alcohol pads, etc. And I'm doing pretty good, until I came to my back door of my screened in porch. I hear a tearing, and I can't believe it is happening. My lunch, with my wife is now, for the most part, laying at the foot of my back door.
Shake, shake, boom
And I lose it. Well, lose it really doesn't describe it well. I used the "F" word quite a few times. I think I momentarily was possessed by a creature that my dad had trouble with too. Some kind of Incredible Hulk like entity and I had to let him out... just for a few minutes anyway. All that stress was gone, because Hulk smashed it to bits. But that release doesn't give me my lunch back, or make my wife understand why I came home like I did. So now what?
That is just it, there is no one thing that I can do. I could just take it all by the hip, and look at it like that, but I really aint that kind of guy. Then again I could just make some kind of point to everyone to not go to this gas station, or that fast food place, but honestly, I'd have to learn to bike wherever I went there would be no fast food... because almost all the places I go are screwed up. So I just keep it bottled up until I can't anymore. That is when I let the Hulk out.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Well my wife is home, for that I am grateful. However what we had to go through, both unavoidable and avoidable, leaves a lot to be desired. Basically we had the surgery on Friday and her gallbladder is no longer with us. It took an extremely long time, but that is just the way it goes sometimes. However, I do have to wonder about the whole someone has surgery, then they make loved ones wait in the waiting room, only to be called back to their room in the end. Now I understand that they might not want the family to be in the room so that they can get her situated or whatever.
But the problem is you are stuck in limbo, not wanting to leave because they might call (there is a phone and you sit there waiting for it to ring) and wanting to eat wanting to make phone calls or whatever. It puts one in a very precarious position. Anyway, That is done, and for that I am happy.
But I am not through. I came down with feeling like a head cold... sneezing, snotting, achy pain in my spine... I pretty much became useless to anyone. At the worst possible time. So where do I turn? My teen-aged daughter. She was the only person I could turn to really. And I feel awful about that, but it could not be helped. I feel bad because already there is this feeling of inequality in our house, and to counter that I try not to ask anything of her. I had to ask this time, even though I really didn't want to.
And to make it worse still, the songbird threw up. Probably with the same head cold, and she threw up big time. Repeatedly and wide spread. Right before dinner at that. It was gross. I can't really remember a time vomit seemed appropriate, so I guess it just comes with the territory. To her credit, the songbird did make it into the bathroom, not the toilet, but on to a hard floor (no carpet) and then threw up her entire stomach on the floor and walls. It was weird. She just stood there in the middle of the floor throwing up.
So anyway, that was another mark against me, I could stand the smell, I just couldn't stand up. And who wanted to eat after all that throwing up? Not I... not really. The only one who was interested was the one person who did not eat in a week. So now all of this is behind us... sorta' I mean there is the bill for the thing... which I'm sure will be outrageous... and there is the whole not working thing too... which I believe is a double negative, although I am resistant to stating it as such to any bill collectors.
Posted by Mad Hatter at 5:04 AM
Monday, February 1, 2010
A quick story I thought was funny... Actually it is more like a conversation. See my mother doesn't always get along with my 3-year-old, the songbird, either. This was told to me way after the fact, like just a few days ago... it happened while my mother (Ma'dear) was out to help with the new baby, about 3 months ago.
Ma'dear: Hey songbird what's wrong? Why are you looking at me with the stink eye?
Songbird: My eye does not stink! (Then proceeds to give her a double stink eye)
It is all what and how you know someone... that and I don't think "stink eye" is in my 3-year-old's vocabulary. Still very funny, at least to me, I can't stop laughing about it.
Posted by Mad Hatter at 5:01 AM