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Funny, I feel the same way about work.
Found this old video of Ellie before her first day of pre-school. I can't make out the first bit. Anyone?
No, YOU work harder...
Funny.
A New Twist...
...on an old joke.
I use a flat-panel monitor to prevent just this kind of thing from happening...
The Most Funniest Show on TV
I only act out 'cause I want your love...Dyn-o-mite!
30 Rock has utterly brilliant writing plus Alec Baldwin and Tina Fey surrounded by an awesome supporting cast. It's the only show that has me consistently laughing out loud and cackling like a lunatic.
What is a photobomb?
Hold on, let me adjust the tripod.
The word "photobomb" is relatively new, but the practice of "photobombing" has been around for years. The principle of a photobomb is simple - it is a photograph that has been "spoiled" by somebody who is not supposed to be in the photograph. The photograph is then viewed in an entirely different context. I love 'em.
From: photobomb.com
Child Abuse in Toronto
October 26th, 2009 · General
Toronto, ON(AP) – A seven-year old boy was at the center of a courtroom drama yesterday when he challenged a court ruling over who should have custody of him.. The boy has a history of being beaten by his parents and the judge initially awarded custody to his aunt, in keeping with child custody law and regulation requiring that family unity be maintained to the highest degree possible..
The boy surprised the court when he proclaimed that his aunt beat him more than his parents and he adamantly refused to live with her. When the judge then suggested that he live with his grandparents, the boy cried and said that they also beat him.
After considering the remainder of the immediate family and learning that domestic violence was apparently a way of life among them, the judge took the unprecedented step of allowing the boy to propose who should have custody of him.
After two recesses to check legal references and confer with the child welfare officials, the judge granted temporary custody to the Toronto Maple Leafs, whom the boy firmly believes are not capable of beating anyone.
From: The Rekounas Blog
Hertz Donut
A still-funny variation of an old joke.
Two women were playing golf. One teed off and watched in horror as her ball headed directly toward a foursome of men playing the next hole.
The ball hit one of the men. He immediately clasped his hands together at his groin, fell to the ground and proceeded to roll around in agony.
The woman rushed down to the man, and immediately began to apologize. ‘Please allow me to help. I’m a Physical Therapist and I know I could relieve your pain if you’d allow me, she told him.
‘Oh, no, I’ll be all right. I’ll be fine in a few minutes’, the man replied. He was in obvious agony, lying in the fetal position, still clasping his hands there at his groin.
At her persistence, however, he finally allowed her to help. She gently took his hands away and laid them to the side, loosened his pants and put her hands inside. She administered tender and artful massage for several long moments and asked, ‘How does that feel’?
He replied: It feels great, but I still think my thumb’s broken!
Maybe I'm overreacting...
I'm sure this is perfectly normal.
The product of Nik's artistic streak.
Just as before, there's probably nothing to worry about.
Hey Dummy.
This is so "me."
Nik's Magnetic Personality
Should I be worried?
OK, so a couple of years ago, Patti got me this cool gift for X-mas. It's called magnetic poetry, and it's simply a bunch of words on magnetic backers. You stick them on your fridge and - well you'd be suprised at some of the creative stuff you come up with. Now, I keep the container with the words in a drawer next to the fridge, and the other day, I noticed that not only was the drawer an unholy mess, but the container had also somehow opened and words were strewn all over the drawer. I picked up all of the pieces, took them to the dining room and set about to make another poem for the fridge.
Half way, through this task I got a phone call and when I came back the only other person in the house with me, Nik, was there sorting through the words! I remind you he is just two. He cannot even really talk yet; he is still in diapers. As an experiment I pushed all of the words in front of him and decided to see what he would come up with. Like a room full of monkeys eventually typing the complete works of Shakespeare, I figured that eventually we'd see a pre-cursor of Nik's adult personality. In short order, this is what Nik came up with:
Seeing that, I really thought I was onto something! Seriously, with just a bit of imagination, you can make out the sentence: "Stop beneath the finger." I mixed the words up again and went to the local bar for a beer. I came back 30 minutes later and Nik's still at it. This is what he had come up with:
Wow! in only 30 minutes! Spooky. By this time, Nik had enough and wanted to go watch TV. I firmly sat him back down, put my face inches from his, and then screamed at him as loud as I could until he started moving the words around the table again. 90 minutes later, here's what I saw:
Ok, I thought that was just a little disturbing. I gathered up the magnets and put everything away, then (more gently than usual) I put Nik on the sofa and gave him a cookie, and put on his favourite TV show (Dora the Explorer.) Then I had a nap. When I woke up, Nik had the magnets back out and had placed the following on the fridge:
Whew. Thank goodness he was back to assembling only gibberish and nonsense. But then I noticed another phrase at the top right-hand corner of the fridge...
How the hell did he get up there?! I turned around only to find Nik standing in the doorway to the kitchen, considering me as Anthony Hopkins' Hannibal Lecter would consider Ray Liotta just before he ate his brains.
Anyway, when Nik grows up, I think he's going to be just fine.