August 2004 Archives

So, it's last night at dinner, right? Zoe doesn't care for the cous cous we are having, and she says, "I propose that I have strawberries". Turns out she heard the word "propose" on The Little Mermaid that morning, figured out the meaning from the context and used the word in a sentence. Isn't she smart?

You know who else is smart? Ava. And cute too. Ava's been taking baths with Zoe for the last week or so. They are so cute together.

I just read that Clear Channel is carrying Al Franken. Dallas, you can send the shirt to my home address.

Things Zoe can do with the TiVo/TV/Receiver:

This morning, Zoe asked us if we want to get a timeshare. Apparently they advertise timeshares on the Disney channel.

Marcus and I have been experimenting with nanofiction. According to this, nanofiction is limited to 55 words, but as we didn't know that until now, we have been limiting ourselves to 25 words. Here are a couple of works.

From Marcus:

"She's been dead for 10 years," the old woman said.
"No she hasn't," I replied. "She's just been in Milwaukee."

From Me:

Her eyes crossed at the tiny creature approaching her nose. Mary closed her eyes to sneeze and never saw the little fellow again.

I stumbled on this 1948 Life Magazine photo essay that follows a country doctor for a few days. It is interesting on its own and also a striking comparison between modern healthcare and what we (they) had just 56 years ago.

We usually only have boneless, skinless chicken at our house, but Sarah made some excellent roast chicken on Monday night using regular (with bones and skin) chicken breasts. Tonight, while I was eating leftover chicken for dinner, Zoe observed that my chicken looks like people pointing out the skin and bones. I lost my appetite.

The doctor says I have mono(nucleosis).

Dear Blog,

Sometimes I feel like I can't be serious with you. I know you like my silly photos and witty observations, but I am not sure you are interested in what is really going on in my life; the things that are important to me.

It seems like I've spent most of the last month getting my house ready to sell, but we don't ever talk about that. I'll tell you about it sometime if you want to know.

Did you know I am sick? That's right, sick. If you acted interested, I would have already told you that I have been running a fever for the last 10 days. I'm waiting for results of a mono test. Hopefully I will find out today.

That's all I have time to write for now. The helicopter is waiting for me.

Sign that I may be immature:

I just got the attention of several coworkers by saying into the phone, "If you didn't say caulk, I wouldn't giggle."

I'll keep the blog posted with updates on the caulk situation.

I fear that some people confuse me with the king of wimpkiller. I am not the king of wimpkiller. The king is merely a friend of mine who currently doesn't have access to a computer. He occasionally asks me to use my computer and Internet access to communicate with his subjects. In those cases, I am merely the royal messenger. For a non-royal metaphor, one could describe me as Andy Kaufman to the king's Tony Clifton.

Speaking of Andy Kaufman and royalty, now I have "I'm the king of Memphis, Tennessee" stuck in my head.

I'm sick of hearing the phrase "low carb lifestyle" in commercials.

I left a box cutter out, and Zoe picked it up. I told her to put it down immediately. It also occurred to me that she was holding the very tool that changed everything on 9/11. It seems ironic that something a four-year-old can handle (not safely though) can override the will of hundreds of people on an airplane and change the course of history.

This morning, Zoe looked at the Abby Road CD and asked who those people were. I told her they were The Beatles. Zoe said they don't look like beatles and their band should be called The People instead.

John Kerry really knows how to give the people what they want...corn. Some politicians might give away t-shirts at their rallies but John Kerry knows we are in the middle of the new great depression, and what we really need is a good meal.

UPDATE: And then there's this.