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Still Counting Down

Back in July I made a chart for the three kids counting down the days and weeks until we leave for Florida. Back then there were 13 long weeks to wade through. Now we’re down to less than 6, and it’s getting far enough past summer that I can actually start to pull together the clothes we’ll bring, because we won’t be wearing them any more this year. We wore shorts yesterday though, it was darned hot. But you only need to leave one pair out and available this time of year. By the time it’s warm enough again to wear them, they’ll have been washed and dried.

Besides, I can always pull them OUT of the suitcase. If, God willing, there’s another steamy Saturday good enough for swimming, I’ll know where the suits are. Otherwise, I need to start the move to our fall clothes, which means moving the summer things out of the drawers. Of course, a lot of my stuff I just leave in the closet all year, so it’s more like reorganizing it to put the fall stuff in a more prime location.

What was I talking about? Oh, Florida. I would respectfully request that Mother Nature take her bluster elsewhere for the rest of the hurricane season. We’ve been planning this for six months now, and I don’t want it ruined!

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My Little Soccer Star

We got through the first soccer game with no injuries, no tears, nothin! The other team seemed to have a little more skills than our guys, but at this age, it almost doesn’t matter.

I don’t know if they keep official score, I mean, I think they do. A couple of our goals weren’t counted, because they weren’t allowing goals for the goalie standing in the net. Oh well, they all had fun. That’s what matters, right?

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Avert Your Eyes

Not getting overtly political here, but I am providing a link to a site that is, because I got a little ruffled yesterday when I heard some of the claims as to why the Bush memos must be forgeries. Regardless of how I feel about the candidates, to have all the popular press immediately jump on the “it’s not real” story of some bloggers simply because they lined up a Word document with a printed PDF is slopping and irresponsible. You can’t tell ANYTHING by doing that. A PDF isn’t a photograph, for goodness’ sake.

Apparently, the “experts” who said Times New Roman didn’t exist on typewriters back in the 60s and 70s had never actually used an IBM typewriter. Idiots. Besides, the font used in the memo isn’t Times New Roman.

But this is good reading, so here’s the link, talking about how yes, it was possible to do superscript without a computer. I mean, imagine being able to accomplish anything without a computer? Oh, and don’t forget to skim the comments section. Lots of good stuff there.

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The New Nickel

DP: We are so very excited to be speaking with you today! This is a big coup for the Daily Probe over mainstream media.

Nickel: Yeah. Okay. Sure

DP: Uh, I sense you’re not happy.

Nickel: If you’re happy to meet me, you’re the first.

DP: I’m shocked!

Nickel: Oh, please. Like anyone in the United States thought there was anything wrong with the old nickels. Nickels are the new penny. People can’t be bothered to pick one up. You would rather throw away the can than rinse it and bring it to the store to get the deposit back.

DP: Well, that can’t be everyone, can it?

Nickel: Enough people. I’m getting it from all sides — folks screaming about how unnecessary the change was, that the expense wasn’t justified.

DP: But you’re saying it was? Can you turn so I can get a better look? Oh. Uh huh. Uh huh. So what is that, two guys shaking hands after a round of golf?

Nickel: What?

DP: Golf. Are those golf clubs?

Nickel: What is wrong with you? I am part of the “Westward Journey” nickel series. I represent the Louisiana Purchase! Can you not read?

DP: But those look just like golf clubs!

Nickel: They most certainly are not. That’s a tomahawk and a pipe.

DP: How can you tell that’s a tomahawk?

Nickel: That’s what they tell me.

DP: Oh. Okay, not golf clubs.

Nickel: Do you know anything about the Louisiana Purchase?

DP: We bought it from Native Americans?

Nickel: No, the French!

DP: Then should the tomahawk be a baguette?

Nickel: Are you about done? You’re just as bad as the people who keep mistaking me for a Canadian coin. Are they mad?

DP: No?

Nickel: Apparently. I’m as American as … as … the Louisiana Purchase!

DP: One more thing: I see on the U.S. Mint’s website that this picture depicts a handshake between a Native American and a European-American. Is this actually a historic first use of the term European-American outside of the comedy club circuit?

Nickel: Really, it says that? European-American? God, no wonder I get no respect.

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