Tuesday, October 24, 2006
....I'm driving back from a meeting I had in Indiana, tooling up Interstate 69 and rocking out to the Carpenters (rural Indianan radio is a bit behind the times) when understandably, I start getting REALLY sleepy. I rolled down the windows, started chain smoking and cranked up some religious talk show on AM radio so that I could be assured of a one way trip to Hell if I voted in favor of stem cell research while I tried to keep from passing out. Finally I came across a rest area, pulled into a parking spot, put my seat back and tried to take a little nap.
No sooner had I fallen asleep when I heard the passenger side door of my car suddenly open. Just as I managed to pry my right eye open to see what was going on, I saw a young woman plop herself down on the seat next to me. She then turned towards me, opened her eyes wider than they had probably ever been opened before and then let out an ear-piercing, blood-curdling scream that scared the living shit out of me. I jumped, smashed my knees into my steering wheel and shot straight up while I watched her run back full bore towards the rest rooms.
My guess is that she just got into the wrong car. It is either that or I need to come to the realization that I have a face that not even a rest stop hooker could love. To keep my self esteem from plummeting to new depths, I was going to check to see if there was another car in the parking lot that looked like mine but decided it would be best to just get out there as quickly as possible before I became an unwitting participant in some sort of Amber Alert. The only way that could have looked worse to passers by would have been if she had run screaming not out of my passenger side door, but the trunk.
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Trying to give my four-year-old son a head start, I am currently trying to teach him how to read. I made up flash cards with "sight words" on them and together, we sat down at the dinner table to try to memorize them. Mason got stuck on the word "of". Sounding it out, he kept pronouncing it like "off".
I explained to him that the word "off" had two fs, the word "of" just one. Finally, we got it and moved on to the next word which was "as". I explained to him that like the word "of", "as" was pronounced differently than it sounded out. It was pronounced "az". He then explained to me that if you added an extra "s" to it, it made the word "ass".
What could I do? He was right. The only course of action left for me was to ask him to use it in sentance.
This letter was written by a Marine office in Iraq and according to Time, is circulating in some generals' inboxes. It's not fall down funny, but it covers some of the lighter sides of war, as well as some of the dark. It's a great read and I would like to thank Daisypie of Zug.com for turning me on to it.
Saturday, October 07, 2006
Well, I was actually going to write a post today, but the University of Michigan Wolverines play the Michigan State Spartans today at 4:30 EST. Me and my kids will be doing going nuts, namely by jumping on the furniture and eating Doritos in the living room since their mother isn't home. Hopefully I will be updating again tomorrow.