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I'm too sexy for my.. pants

On my way to Morningstar 76 for a late night beverage (Home of the Osama Bin Latte, an evil mix of cinnamon and hazelnut with a sinister whip cream turban [you gotta love that]), I saw a future rap star walking across the street holding up his pants.

Hanging just below the striped-boxers covering his buttocks, they appear to have dropped a little too far down in the "see how low on your legs you can wear your pants" fad that is sweeping the nation.  Yes, I burst out laughing, which was not the appropriate response judging from the glare I got from the rap star's apprentice/homey who was trailing behind, a bit more slowly no doubt caused by the comb embedded in his scalp.  Where are the Fashion Police when you need them?

Little Monsters

Sunny and 75 on a Sunday afternoon are the basic ingredients for a fun day in the park.  We went to a little park area with a playground by the river in Grand Ledge, Michigan today after church.  I don't know why the makers of bean dip bother to include a resealable lid, because I'm sure they are perfectly aware that once one has started down the Fritos & Bean Dip path, one cannot stop until the entire can has been emptied of its contents.

Lightsaber Girl

Elizabeth,

"You're dead now, mommy.  I sliced your leg off."  These words were joyously spoken to my wife by my sweet 4 yr old daughter as she entered the room.  I took her picture just now to show how charming she is.

Has she been trained in the ways of the dark side by her older brother who is infatuated with anything in the Star Wars galaxy ?  Has she been watching Z play too much Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith on XBOX ?

Uh-Oh.. Sirens!

I know I know.  I haven't posted anything to my blog in AGES.  Do not let this lapse lead you to assume I haven't been doing anything... fun.. because I have!  I'll post all about it sometime soon.  But first let me tell you about the sirens.

Fatherly Advice

Part 2 of our series on "Things Overhead While Visiting Ed's House" continues with a conversation between Ed and his 6 yr old daughter, India:

"India, you can drink after me again on Saturday."

"No, Daddy, you're going to be over your cold by tomorrow."

"You don't know that dear, you're not a doctor."

"But I'm going to be a doctor for little animals when I grow up."

"No, you're going to be a Brain Surgeon."

"No, I'm going to be a Veterinarian."

"India, it's not about enjoying your work and doing what you want to do in life, it's about how much money you make, and you're going to be a Brain Surgeon!"

ABC Cookie Cutter

Everyone should have one of these in their kitchen.

Too Funny

This is the image that produced my first really good laugh today (my wife said it would be OK for me to post it).

My Wild and Crazy Friend

This is a recent picture of Eric, a buddy of mine since the 6th grade! Some might say Eric is a little imbalanced, but I'd say you just have to get used to his particular sense of humor.

I am Tempted

When I'm in Texas, you can count on me being in the 10:15 service at Fellowship of The Parks on Sunday mornings.  Pastor Doug Walker is about my age and I really enjoy his sermons and the way he ties Biblical truths to everyday situations with which I can identify.  He's also pretty funny.

Last Sunday's sermon was on sex.  It's actually a series on sex and I've been to every one so far.  It should also be noted that I've been in Texas without my wife now for six weeks (she'll be here next week :-).  Anyway, so Doug is talking about us guys and how we need to be careful about pornography and how it affects how we think about women, etc.  He makes the point that guys think about sex like every 2 minutes or so and how we are tempted to look at women in inappropriate ways.  Women are beautiful and we just can't help ourselves.  He's right.  In fact, Doug admits that he is tempted like every other guy, and asks us to admit it to ourselves and recognize that we are tempted all the time.

A Fly on the Wall

"I want a brain in a jar for my class.." she said.  That got my attention. 

"Why do you want my mother's brain?  Get your mother's brain."

"Your mother is going to die before my mother."

"You could have had your grandmother's brain, but you didn't get it."

"I wasn't thinking about it then."

"Get your grandfather's brain.  Your grandfather is 95 yrs old and he's going to die soon."

"Oh, that's a good idea" she said. 

"Why don't you ask Sylvia [wicked step-mother] to donate her brain ahead of time?" 

"No, she could live another 15 or 20 years and I don't want to wait that long."

"I know you'd like to have her head on a platter.  Just get her to will it to you now ahead of time."

"No, I'd rather have the brain of someone I loved and cared for so I could have them with me always."

"Stop looking at me like that.  You can't have mine when I'm dead."

"And why not?  You won't need it anymore!"

"No, get your own mother's brain, I don't like the idea of my mother's brain on display for your college students."

I'm over at Ed and Sheri's house, busily working on my laptop when I hear the most peculiar conversation.  I should note that I regularly hear really odd dialogue while I'm here, but this time I had the presence of mind (pun intended) to take notes!