How Could I Forget?!

A resounding congratulations to the Allies and a hearty boot up the ass of all collectivists everywhere on the 67th anniversary of the D-Day invasion.

Spain Finds Out Problem With Socialism The Hard Way

You've heard it before: The main problem with Socialism is that eventually you run out of other people's money to spend. Welcome to the end of the rainbow, Spain. As (Austrian economists) expected, the promised pot of gold was a sticker pasted on the floor . . . and a big part of you just crashed into it.

70,000 government workers are not guaranteed to receive their paychecks. Woopsy, haha sorry guys better luck next life?

Quote of the Day 07 June 2011

Really? Twice? -Uncle

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Sometimes analyses don't need much length to be brilliant.

Woody Allen Confesses, Does Not Resign

It goes without saying that a Republicrat would have abdicated the throne at the first hint of Wienergate. This cat not only refused to step down, he stood there in front of the cameras wallowing in his own filth for the better part of an hour!

A Good Man does not SXT MSG strangers and have phone sex talk with random wymyn he "thinks" were all of legal age.

Will the Most Ethical Congress Ever^® actually throw him out on his ass?
Will his constituents?
Will his wife?

What sort of a person does things he obviously felt were worth a cover-up, repeatedly, intentionally, while holding an office of public Trust? Hello? Blackmail anyone? Was he ever blackmailed? Would he say if he had been? Does that explain some of his wacky position stances?

You'll never know. Good job, voters. Way to pick a winner.

You're Telling Me, Robot.

Today between church meetings we went home, had a nice lunch, and everyone but me went down for a nap. I would have, but if I did, the children would not have fallen asleep. I'm the watcher, and the enforcer of sleep time. My Darling Wife (most important) got a good hour and a half or so. I got maybe 30 minutes, 10 minutes at a time and not the best sleep ever recorded. Whatever, so back to church we go and I was in the nursery with the youngest boys for a few minutes and felt like whinging. I decided to send myself a cutesy text message.

VFD: whips out phone
VFD: punch buttons until it is asking who gets the message
VFD: enter my phone number by pushing letters until they turn into numbers
VFD: type message: "needa nap"
VFD: hit send
Phone: "Sending Message"
VFD: flippin sweet, here we go and . . .
Phone: "Service Unavailable"
VFD: *snort* Tell me about it!
VFD: try again, using number entry mode to name the recipient
Phone: "Sending Message"
VFD: Okay, that seems to have worked, let's see how long it takes :D
Phone: *Reboots*
VFD: SRSLY phone?
Phone: Oh hai! Somebody sent you a message while I was sleeping . . .

Disaster Zone Warning!

#1 likes to have night time prayers in her bedroom at lights out. Good so far. Tonight I went in there after lights out and narrowly avoided (thanks Jesus) being killed to death or worse.

She has a little round perforated plastic bucket thing, to hold about two pecks worth of dirty clothes. There is a 15" round rim on top of the bucket. Said rim was open toward the door of her room.

Take one step in the room and transfer your weight onto the rim of the laundry basket. Basket is now locked to the floor by your mass. Take another step and you are now officially off-balance, when your stepping foot catches the rim of the basket which is locked to the floor. This is where I stopped, backed up, and started straightening up her room in the dark.

Larry, Curly, Moe, or Shemp would have fallen forward onto a metal folding chair in the middle of the room. The hand they extended to catch themselves as they fell would have caught in the metal pins of one of these. Nice, right? Then as they stood up, the same grasping hand would have knocked the towel off the end of her bed, into a hula-hoop standing by the bed, scaring the cat who clatters against the bed as the cat takes off in terror. Who needs a burglar alarm.

Selective Hearing

The beef soup was not a family favorite. The children had to be enticed with the prospect of iced cream even to be done with their first servings. #1 and #2 were long done but #3 was really milking it.

What I said: No, You are not finished right now
What #3 heard: . . . you . . . are . . . finished . . . now

#3: I finished?!
Mommy & Daddy in unison: NO!

Oh well. Better luck next time, buddy.

Sick, Thanks for Asking

A few days ago #4 wouldn't keep his food down, then he had the nasty runnies for a couple days. 2 days ago everyone was slow. Yesterday #1, #2, #3 couldn't keep anything down including water beginning around 05:00. Mommy and I were pretty low and nauseous with uncomfortable guts but she was less worse than I. I spent about 28 hours in bed. So, no blogging (or much else). Thank God for sick days off work. Now my Darling Wife is sleeping, the children are feeling better and trying to be quiet, and I'm in recovery from taking in about a pint of clear liquids and a handful of crackers all day yesterday.

High marks for my Darling Wife!

Cross-Training: Win!

Sound Guy wasn't at church tonight. Usher #2 showed up right as service started and stepped into the sound booth. Aside from one thing that was unplugged, it all went pretty smoothly. Ushers #1, #2, and #3 have been working up a crew of standby Ushers from out of the regular pew warmers, and Sound Guy had been training Usher #2 to work the sound board. Cross-training: it's what you do when you want things to work and the regular Guy is nowhere to be found.

New House Rule:

Absolutely NO taking the whole Zoo out for full-scale grocery shopping after church Wednesday night. Sunday between church services is already out. They ended up going to bed between 22:30 and 23:30, and that's on a rough 5 hours of sleep per parent the night before. No. You feed em, I'll make a list and go later. When they're in bed.