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Thursday, March 29, 2007
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Today is the day!!!
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| Yes it is. Today is the day to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! to the lovely Mrs A.!!! | |
| thus voiced The A, Mistah @ 12:28 PM | |
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Thursday, March 22, 2007
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I want one of these.
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| My boss sent me this photo of a neat way to combine two of my favorite hobbies. With this thing, I could save lots of time. Check it out here. | |
| thus voiced The A, Mistah @ 5:55 PM | |
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Friday, March 16, 2007
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Never mind Bubby, help Al...
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Today I got one of those pieces of junk mail whose purpose is to separate me from some of my money, for a worthy cause, of course. This particular one is from the "Animal Rescue League" of Boston. I'm not sure what list I am on that would make them think that I would be a good target for such an effort*, but whatever. Now I like dogs and all that and would not harm one without reason. When I was a kid, being a dweeb and lacking human friends, my dog was my best (read "only") friend. But they are, well, animals and if I were to get hungry enough, I'd eat one. So this "animal lover" stuff always goes a bit over the top with me. The little mailing from the Animal Rescue League of Boston was predictably an appeal for money, and to help me in my decision to send some money, it included the story of "Buddy" the wary hungry stray in a Boston suburb that was won over by some ARL of B workers. Yes folks, they gained Buddy's trust, nursed him to health and then got him adopted by a "Forever family" (their term, not mine...) from the neighborhood! I actually destroyed the letter so that nobody would see the stains from my flowing tears of joy. The letter even had a teaser on the outside of the envelope that said "How a once-stray dog became a loving, face-licking homebody. And how YOU can help others like him." It even featured a picture of Buddy, head tilted in that Please send a giant check way that dogs do, that is just oh-so-endearing. Finally, I showed it to Chaz, who took one look at the line on the envelope and declared, "Maybe it should say; How a once-stray dog became a wonderful, lip-smacking meal for a nice Korean family, and how you can help others like him too!" *Mrs A. suspects that our name is on the list due to the fact that she brought 2 kittens that had been abandoned by their mother(!)in our shrubs, to a local Humane Society office a while back. Or to put it her words: "It must be because of those two cats I dropped off to be euthanized!" She has a way with words sometimes. Must be where Chaz gets it. |
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| thus voiced The A, Mistah @ 7:06 PM | |
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Wednesday, March 07, 2007
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Flashback, episode #1
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At an early age, maybe 4 or 5, Cassie had already developed an impressive arsenal of tactics designed to delay bedtime for as long as possible. Almost every night, I would walk her up to bed, sit while she said her prayers, tuck her in and give her goodnight kiss. She would then engage me in some sort of conversation about things that had happened that day, or ask some deep question in hopes of keeping me there for a while. While such tactics are standard kid stuff, Cassie, being a bit ahead of her time was often innovative beyond the standard "Where does the wind come from" and "Why is the sky blue" stuff. She used those of course, but would often want to discuss how spiders eat, why don't they get stuck in their own webs (that one stumped the spider guy at the MOS), and why bread dough would rise (Mrs A. was baking a lot of bread at the time). Pretty good stuff really, and given my natural leaning towards "thorough" explanations, often pretty effective. But of all of the delay questions, the best of the best was the night she was all set for bed, tucked in and kissed goodnight. I turned to leave the room and she said "Dad?" "What?" "How do people in factories make trombones?" Clever. Very clever. I did not have time to go into the full story. So like a good parent, I dodged the question and told her to go to sleep. For many years after I would suggest that given her long running interest in the manufacture of trombones, that Cassie ought to write me a 10 page report on the topic "How people in factories make trombones." She never did write that for me, so I'm not entirely sure that she has actually ever met all the qualifications for high school graduation. Well, it has been quite a few years since then. I don't expect I'll ever get that paper, so recently the research wing of the Fetafilter staph located some pertinent info on the subject. So in honor of my lovely oldest daughter we would like to present: "How People in factories make trombones." Enjoy and be edified. |
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| thus voiced The A, Mistah @ 8:32 PM | |
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Thursday, March 01, 2007
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Bob, redux...
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Well, that post about "Bob" seems to have struck a chord. Or a nerve. I suppose that we all have a certain number of Bobs that we encounter in that course of our day-to-day lives. I was going to respond to some of the comments, but they came in so fast and furious that I thought I would just post my replies here, in the order they were received: Cassie - Not much point in telling him something like that, he won't listen. And you're right, I DO have a totally awesome daughter, two in fact, as well as 4 awesome sons. I'm not jealous of anyone, for anything. Heidi - Correct as always, Queen Heidi... Mrs A. & Mrs C. - That "Bison" comment was nothing but a thinly disguised re-make of the much dreaded and feared "Does this dress make me look fat?" question. It is the loaded question to end all loaded questions. One of the first (and most important) lessons they teach you in Boyschool is that you NEVER, EVER reply to such dangerous bait. I plead the Fifth. JH from P, PB and Chrisitne - Like I said, we all seem to have a Bob in our lives. Or perhaps 10. And I hate to be the one to tell you Christine, but You have been hanging by a thread for a long, long time. It's a big part of your charm. :) Tricia - I'm pretty sure that after very few minutes around this guy, you would be punching his head for your own sake, as well as mine. Bob had better watch out, I imagine you throw a mean punch... And as a general point of interest, I took a few minutes to look up that supermodel Giselle that he was all gaga about. Now I guess I had heard the name, but would not have recognized her. Anyhow, while I think that in spite of the goofy clothes she is kind of cute, especially the big dark eyes, but I'm not sure that she is something to get all jealous over. |
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| thus voiced The A, Mistah @ 9:46 AM | |
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