Last Words

I can read this list and imagine the scenes. Hilarious!

* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH

* Trust me.

* Wonder what this button does ?

* You jump down and distract him, and I'll shoot him.

* Well ...., I'll touch it again

* It's probably just a rash.

* Are you sure the power is off?

* Yeah, I made the deciding vote on the jury, so what of it?

* The odds of that happening have to be a million to one!

* I wonder where the mother bear is.

* I've seen this done on TV.

* These are the good kind of mushrooms.

* I'll hold it and you light the fuse.

* Let it down slowly.

* Rat poison only kills rats.

* It's strong enough for both of us.

* This doesn't taste right.

* I can make this light before it changes.

* Nice doggie.

* I can do that with my eyes closed.

* I've done this before.

* Well, we've made it this far.

* That's odd.

* Now watch this.

Phew! I have said more than half these myself. My favorite is "Well...., I'll touch it again." What other famous last words have you heard before?

Electro Man - More Power Than A Microwave

Another appliance bites the dust.

Yesterday I was doing my typical pressing the microwave buttons at the speed of light behavior. Its a quick shooter instinct. I like to see how many time combinations I can cycle through and still arrive at my standard cook everything at 3 minutes setting. As soon as I hit the enter button on my last iteration all my senses were rocked by four intense crackling pops, like fire crackers inches from my nose. Strange. No sparks, no smoke, no smell. Being shell shocked, and a software trouble shooter by day, I tried to reproduce the problem. Nothing. The microwave powered on but it sounded a little different and upon further testing I declared it dead.

With each instance I am slowly accepting my power.

Port-a-Potti Switcheroo

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(HT Mom)

Salvation via iPhone

I know it is only Tuesday, and not even noon yet, but I really need some sort relief this week to help me persevere through a bulging schedule and episodes of physical exhaustion. I feel I need something that goes deep on the restoration scale.

Here is the relief...as in, comic relief, and this one goes deep as in deep-in-the-belly laughing with tears (and such):



This clip is hilarious!

To truly appreciate it all you need is some knowledge of the mac vs windows "thing", and the "salvation hopes" offered by new technology.

(HT: Thanks Jeff)

Been There, Done That and Sometimes I Still Visit

Big thanks to my friend Tom T for emailing a link this afternoon to the vid below. Those were the days. Something special about Speedwagon, Def, 38 Spec, Squier...and all the rest!

Disclosure: I am not in the video. I don't know the guys in the video. I've never see the video until today.

Popeye

The weekends most interesting conversation.

My oldest boy is a thinker. He's a questioner. He loves to ask "what if" and his inquires of his old man are much more than the "but why" variety. The young boy has an incredible imagination, praise God. Let me try to explain the depth and range of what I am talking about by letting you in a conversation we had Saturday morning.

Saturday morning I was enjoying making breakfast for my three sons and beautiful daughter while Mom used the weekly grocery shopping trip as a means to "take a break from it all." Josh was in one of his rapid fire successive questions about life at Dad moods. One after another...bam, boom, wing, ding, fling, smack. I am used to it and as long as the effects of sleep deprevation are not in active status I can hold my own. Being that it was morning, the best time of day, and I just finished working out, I was adequately answering all the questions.

Stumped
Like I said, this boy is good and so my winning record would not last long.

Josh asks, "Dad, do you remember a man known by the name of Popeye?"

I am thinking another easy question, "Sure son, I watched him all the time. He's a cartoon character salior man who's strong because he eats spinach."

I start to sing Popeye's theme song but Josh wants that to stop immediately so he responds to my answer with "Ya'know, I thought he was Buttchin Bill"

"What? Who?" I ask. Now things have become really interesting. "Who is Buttchin Bill? Is he some guy you see in the cartoon's on Saturday mornings?"

Josh says as if I am the stupid one "Dad, the guy you call Popeye is Buttchin Bill."

"Says, who?" I ask. I am totally curious. He has drawn me in. "Josh, who is this Buttchin Bill guy?"

Now Josh is a little peeved at me because he has to explain himself, "Dad, the guy everbody calls Popeye is Buttchin Bill. I have named him Buttchin Bill. I made up his name."

"But why Buttchin Bill, who is that?" I am perplexed.

"Dad, ya'know...Butt...Chin...Bill. He's got a chin that looks like a butt and I wanted to call him Bill. Get it?"

"I suppose. So, you made this up all by yourself and that is who Popeye is to you, Buttchin Bill?"

"Yep" Josh proclaims.

"What if I told you he is Popeye?"

"Nope, he is Buttchin Bill."

"Ok, Josh. Thanks for the heads up."

"Sure Dad."

Speak

Doggin' It

Lately I've been trucking around my family in the F150 because the minivan coughs too much and I'm afraid it is going to puke. As a result, my oldest Josh gets to sit in the front seat. This last week he enjoyed the freedom of a dog hanging his head out the window. Josh was doggin it! I loved the look on his face, watching him experience life at its fullest. His guard was down and he was really milking the moment. Sometimes, for a nine year old that usually means pushing the boundaries of foolishness. On the same day Josh enjoyed doggin it, he also discovered what happens when you spit into the wind. Think that is funny? It is even funnier when you get to see him try it again because he wasn't quite sure what happened the first time.