Author: The Jody

I keep wondering why Blogrolling knows I’ve updated (I ping by hand) and even lists me as recently updated, yet I don’t show up as updated in the blogroll on my page. Something about that really annoys me.

Went grocery shopping. There’s a major Cookie and cracker sale at Shaws. I guess September is cookie and cracker month.

My comment to the priest in Fitchburg who embezzled 250k from the parish: What part of “Thou Shalt Not Steal” doesn’t apply to you?

Oh and as a follow-up to Junior waking up way too early yesterday? Even earlier today. As in before 6am early. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

I read Chris’s reply to my maze post about his kids only taking left turns for the first ten minutes in the maze, and I was laughing so hard that Mr. Dump had me read the reply. I told him how much I enjoy Chris’s website, and clicked on the link over, and almost hurt myself reading the Mister Crunchy: I Choose You! article. Anyone who has ever had to suffer through an episode of Pokemon (or heaven forbid, one of the movies) will appreciate this. The whole show requires a suspension of disbelief that lately I just can’t handle. I have lost patience with cartoons that just expect me to say “Okay, that’s not how things happen in real life, but sure, I’ll assume that it can happen just so I won’t turn of the television.” This happened to me last night with Rugrats. Now I know that on a regular basis the plotlines expect you to just say “Ya, okay, whatever” [See: Rugrats in Paris – we need Stu to come fix the big Reptar robot, oh hell, sure, why don’t you take your family AND your neighbor’s families with you, on us. Let’s see, that’s plane tickets to Paris for 7 adults and 6 kids, and then first class accommodations. I hope you have Passports, you leave in the morning.”]

Last night’s Rugrats had all of the above plus two sets of grandparents, an extra wife and daughter (12 adults, 7 kids) hopping on a plane to an island on a whim. When they get there, there’s only one room available. Next thing you know the hotel is having a treasure hunt, and the prize is to be upgraded to the 5-bedroom Presidential suite. Oh, okay. The hotel has a 5 bedroom suite that they’re handing out to the winner, even if it’s just some guy there alone. *sigh* I’m such an adult. Or maybe the writer in me thinks they need to try harder if parents have to watch these shows with their kids. Anyway, go read “I Choose You!” You’ll thank me later.

You guys keep it down. I’m going upstairs to inhale the new National Enquirer. Let’s all cross our little digits that Junior sleeps past 6:30 tomorrow. He didn’t this morning. He does every WEEKDAY morning. But not today, no sir.

My parents found an alternative to the Davis Farmland Megamaze – this one was owned by the Lull Farm folks, out in the field next to where they do the pick-your-own strawberries. I was expecting something pretty lame, along the lines of the little one we did last year at a fall fair we went to.

Well, for $4 a person, it was already making me happy. And then we proceeded to get lost in there for almost an HOUR before we gave up and went back out the entrance because Junior had twisted his ankle a little and was getting tired of being in the maze. What was funny is that neither me or my dad wanted to give up – I mean, I’m sure we were seconds away from figuring it out! I mean, after an hour, you want to just FIND the exit to say that you finished the darned thing. Once we got out we asked to see the blueprint that we knew the guy had. Dang, so close and yet so far. Next year we bring a periscope and better shoes.

Just read about the person who died at Disneyland today on the Big Thunder Mountain Railroad. Boy, we have ridden the one in Florida MANY times. It’s one of the few roller coasters Mr. Dump would ever go on, and Junior, speed freak that he is, loves it too.

I can’t even imagine how the engine uncoupled from the rest of the cars, or how that would cause someone to actually die. God, the whole thing is awful. You read the carnival rides and amusement parks aren’t regulated enough, and yet when you’re there you just trust that nothing bad will ever happen. And then in one the places that I would expect everything to be just that much safer, this happens.