So, as it turns out, when King Arthur uses the Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch to defeat the killer rabbit in Monty Python and the Holy Grail, it may not have been overkill after all...
Saturday, January 20, 2007
Holy Crap...
Every year I complain to S.A. that drivers turn into friggin' MORONS as soon as it snows. After seeing this, I think I may just stay indoors until spring.
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Jeeezus.....
Sometimes it's like I work in a alternate universe. I almost wish I was a cartoonist, because I'm pretty sure my office would make a good comic.
I just walked up to the front desk to tell the receptionist something. I witnessed a number of things that seemed a little out of the ordinary.
At this point I left to come back to my office. I really wish this kind of scene was a little more uncommon around here.
Laterz
I just walked up to the front desk to tell the receptionist something. I witnessed a number of things that seemed a little out of the ordinary.
- The receptionist (Hereafter referred to as "1".) was standing in front of the bathroom door, holding it shut, so as to make it difficult for her (and my) boss to get out.
- My admin person (Hereafter referred to as "2".)was standing next to her giving her instructions about how to effectively grasp the doorknob.
- 1 noted "It stinks! Who farted???" 2 replied "Must be Gib!" (Gib is the owner, Dr. M. Neither of them would call him Gib to his face if their lives depended on it. Evidently they get more familiar when they see his taillight leving the parking lot.) Both of them proceeded to literally roll on the floor laughing.
- 1 jumped up and grabbed a matchbook, ostensibly to relieve the odor she'd complained about. 2 informed her that she's allergic to sulphur and would be in dire straits if a math was lit anywhere near her. I've never heard of anyone being allergic to sulphur. I am, however, smart enough to keep my mouth shut.
- 1 proceeded to light a match, cackling maniacally.
- 2 started running in circles in the lobby, hacking and coughing like a tubercular chain-smoker in a burning house.
- 2 ran down the hall to her office as 1 sat in her chair, screaming with laughter.
At this point I left to come back to my office. I really wish this kind of scene was a little more uncommon around here.
Laterz
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
Bits & Pieces
The world's cutest child is sick again. He sees Dr. M this morning at 9:30. I'll keep everyone posted.
It turns out that I'm very fond of Chile Picante Corn Nuts. I realize no-one cares, but I just felt like sharing.
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It turns out that I'm very fond of Chile Picante Corn Nuts. I realize no-one cares, but I just felt like sharing.
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
I'm back
So, two weeks later I checked back in...
It seems that every time one of the kids at day care began to cry, Sam would scoot over to them and yell in their face. He smiled the whole time, so he didn't seem to be upset, but he was very consistent about it.
Misc. Baby: "WAAAAAHHHHH!!!!"
Sam: "AAAHHHHHH!!!!!"
I was quick to blame S.A. who loves to play "the Yelling Game" with him. She defends herself by saying that Grandma (My mom, who was a preschool consultant and speech therapist for years.) says that you're supposed to repeat what babies say back to them, so when Sam vocalizes loudly, she just responds in kind.
Still the mental picture is just great.
Last night, as she was feeding Sam, S.A. looked at Sam's hair and asked me "What was that haircut called that all the actors had in the 90's? You know the one George Clooney had that was short with a straight-line around the forehead? The Nero?"
"The Caesar, dear. Wrong emperor..."
Maybe y'all don't find it nearly as funny as I did, but I love the idea of the hairdresser who fiddled while Rome burned.
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When I picked Sam up from daycare yesterday, one of the gals there told me that they couldn't stop laughing at his all day. She wondered if I could explain a rather peculiar behavior that he had been exhibiting.It seems that every time one of the kids at day care began to cry, Sam would scoot over to them and yell in their face. He smiled the whole time, so he didn't seem to be upset, but he was very consistent about it.
Misc. Baby: "WAAAAAHHHHH!!!!"
Sam: "AAAHHHHHH!!!!!"
I was quick to blame S.A. who loves to play "the Yelling Game" with him. She defends herself by saying that Grandma (My mom, who was a preschool consultant and speech therapist for years.) says that you're supposed to repeat what babies say back to them, so when Sam vocalizes loudly, she just responds in kind.
Still the mental picture is just great.
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Last night, as she was feeding Sam, S.A. looked at Sam's hair and asked me "What was that haircut called that all the actors had in the 90's? You know the one George Clooney had that was short with a straight-line around the forehead? The Nero?"
"The Caesar, dear. Wrong emperor..."
Maybe y'all don't find it nearly as funny as I did, but I love the idea of the hairdresser who fiddled while Rome burned.
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