The Big DumpTruck

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Brain Teaser For You

I am a lazy fart. I’m okay with that. So it’s July 22nd, but my watch says it’s the 21st, because June only has 30 days, and my watch has 31 numbers. So on July 1st I was supposed to move the date ahead a day. Except I didn’t. And I haven’t yet. It’s easier to look at it and add a day – at least, that’s what I keep telling myself.

So I got to thinking: if I never adjusted the date manually again, how long will it take for my watch to show the correct date again. And bonus question, how long would it stay correct? You may answer in the comments. Oh, and I haven’t actually figured out the right answer yet because that involves math and what the hell do you people expect from me, anyway?

Busy Week Ahead; Use Caution

The bad news is that I’m not going to have time to do any car shopping this week. The good news is that I’m done shopping and pick up the new hotness on Tuesday. The mom-mobile will be traded in to find love with some other family. Now that it’s mostly just me and the boy in the car, I didn’t really need a 7 passenger mini-van. I’m back to a sedan, and I’m actually pretty happy about it. I loved my van (a Sienna LE) but it was just tooooo big to a commuter car. I will keep you in the dark until I have a picture of the new wheels.

The boy is also scheduled for some Jimmy Fund baseball games – 6 between now and August 1st. So practice tomorrow and a game on Thursday. And my nephew’s All Star game is tonight, so it’s a Very Special Baseball Week. Oh, and the dentist on Wednesday. They are going to yell at me for not taking Junior to see an orthodontist, but you know what? The kid hasn’t lost or gained ANY new teeth in the past 2 years. He’s waaaaaay behind and they aren’t going to do anything for him. But I promise, this summer, we’ll go see someone. One of you remind me, okay?

So that’s about it for the sort-of-mundane portion of the post. I’m sorry it had to be like this. I did play a rousing round of frolf last night. Wait, you don’t know what frolf is? Do you have a GameCube or a Wii? You do? Okay, go find this game. It’s called RibbitKing. It’s a strange little game that at its peak was pretty much only ten bucks. It is one of my favorite games ever. It’s sort of like golf but it involves aliens hitting things that make frogs fly. There’s more too it but I haven’t had any coffee yet. Actually, here are links to the Playstation2 version of the game and the GameCube version of the game.

Ode to the Wrong Shoes

Ode to the Wrong Shoes

I wore the wrong shoes today
Right color, wrong brand
My eyes were tired and blurred
when I reached into the closet
hoping for the best
I found them by touch
and at first glance
saw brown shoes and ended my search.
The cuffs of my pants hang lovingly
against the top
But Wait!
These are the Wrong Shoes
They are not my really comfy Merrills
They are tight
and my big toe feels crushed
defeated
stupid brown shoes
you will pay for your sneakiness and
your harm to my toe
with your life.

Five Days of "Me" Time

I have a few days away from work. I don’t know if I’ll be able to figure out what to do with myself. I would lie to you all and say I’m going to enjoy some Jody-time but you know that’s not true. I have a lot of things that I’ve needed to catch up on, including processing video from Junior’s two concerts, continuing cleaning my room (One Bag at a Time(r)).

I think maybe I should take up a new hobby in my five days. I could learn a new language, or maybe learn the hula. I’d rather be in Hawaii for that one though, and five days isn’t enough to deal with the jet lag. I’ll try to become a new me in the next five days. I’ll be sure to introduce myself when I get back.

Okay, Fame and Fortune, I’m Ready

I declare 2009 The Year That Jody Has Enough Money to Buy Things and Go on Vacations She Totally Doesn’t Need. That’s right, I’m saying that 2009 needs to be “the year of excess cash”. So, contact me offline and I’ll give you my mailing address so the checks can start coming. It’s not tax deductible, but really, should that make a difference? Think about me, Jody. I don’t own a single pair of cowboy boots. I have never slept in a castle. Seasonal window treatments don’t just buy themselves, my friends. Any leftover cash (HA! HAHA!) will be used to pay down credit card debt. Or to buy a different pair of eyeglass frames for each day of the week.

Thank you for supporting The Year That Jody Has Enough Money.

Others Do It Better Than I Do

I was going to attempt to give you guys a link a day for the December Advent season, as my gift to you. But I forgot to do it Monday and Tuesday and now it seems late.

So I will pass along one of the cooler links I’ve run into recently. It’s a Hubble Telescope Advent calendar. Man oh man, space photos blow me away, ever time. I snipped the url for you, but it points to Boston.com

http://snipurl.com/coolsky

Apples, Apples, Everywhere

Today was the day…Junior picked up the phone all by his lonesome and called my sister to ask her if she wanted to go apple picking. I can’t say I was upset, given that I love going apple picking more than I even like eating the apples after I’ve picked them. As I mentioned on Twitter earlier today, there was an unbelievable bumper crop of apples…more than I’ve seen in ages. We literally could have filled the bags on just the trees right next to the stand where you traded in your first born for a bag to fill. (Ya, it’s more expensive to buy an empty bag you have to fill yourself; on the other hand, my kid personally consumed about a pound of apples while we walked around.

I have a handful of some of the more interesting photos of the day up on flickr…

Unretouched Apple Red

Cities, Here We Come

Junior plays in the City Championship for Little League Baseball tonight. I think it would be REALLY cool if they won. I mean, who doesn’t go into these things hoping for a win. I’ve never been on a team that won a championship. Thinking back to my Lassie League days, I was on the team that got stuck with all the strays. There was one girl who quite literally could not figure out how to swing the bat. What’s weird is that I can totally see the faces of some of these girls in my head, and we’re talking about not seeing them for 30+ years. Just as long as you don’t ask me their names, we’ll be good, I think.

Thanks to everyone who donated to Junior’s Jimmy Fund fundraising efforts, whether in person or on the Jimmy Fund website. You people rock, seriously. North Leominster Little League had 4 teams playing in the tournament (at various levels) at raised a total of $15,000. I think that’s very cool. I should not be hitting you up for anything here in the foreseeable future. Wait, no, I think I’ll start accepting pastry donations. Please, help support the, uh, American Pastry Association, with your kind contributions of pie, cake, danish, brownies and cookies. The APA is a fine and worthy cause, and, um, fresh, homemade pastry (or one of those big danish rings from the Dutch Kitchen) is greatly appreciated. Remember our motto – The APA: Fill Our Your Piehole!

Hoop Dreams

Photo take today at Strawbery Banke, Portsmouth NH, as Mr. Dump made every effort on the planet to give me a typical touristy vacation day. They have some old-fashioned toys available for today’s modern child to try out. Junior was VERY taken with rolling a hoop and trying to get the little wooden ball into the cup. (Shades of Stewie Griffin, anyone?)


old-fashioned toys, originally uploaded by Big DumpTruck.

He was also very taken with the Jacob’s Ladder toy. Seriously, we were amused by how much he loved these hundred + year-old toys. I could trade in a bunch of his video games and buy some little wooden toys. I’ll bet that would go over really well.

Actually, this is a kid whose most valuable possession is a beat-to-hell blue plastic bat. So wooden toys might be good.

Please note the blinding sunlight in this photo (actually screwed up most of my photos so I have to add fill light in post-processing). After we grabbed a traditional Irish Pub [late] lunch at Molly Malone’s (Mr. Dump had bangers and mash, nuff said.) we headed home – into the worst thunderstorm so far this summer. And that’s saying something. I’m waiting for the power to go off.

Just When You Thought It Was Safe to Forget

The cool thing about forgetting something, is that unless you are trying to remember it, you have no idea that you forgot it. In many cases, forgetting something is a blessing, because you probably should not have had the piece of information locked in your head anyway.
Case in point: Tuesday night on the way back from a brutal baseball game (18-13 them, although we should have kicked their butts but what are you going to do. They basically stole home about 12 times on passed balls. Not a fun evening.) and Mr. Dump mentioned that he’d brought up a singer to one of the player’s grandfather, who didn’t really remember the singer. And I mentioned “what about that other guy….” and completely blanked.
The funny thing is that I could totally picture him. I had the hair and the mustache burned into my brain, but his name, a name I had used about a billion times in the long ago as my humorous go-to guys, had escaped. Couldn’t remember it. Mr. Dump couldn’t remember it.
This morning, I did a Google search sort of describing him, and I got some false leads, but a name in one of the false leads reminded me of this guy’s name, and now it’s stuck back in my head again.
Can anyone guess the answer? Here are your clues – you’ll have to click this link to get the answer, you buncha cheaters.
1. 70′s television commercial star
2. Elvis hair (not “elvish”, Elvis)
3. kickin’ mustache