Hairy Soap

It's best if you just don't ask about this one.

HAIRY SOAP

Hairy soap! Hairy soap!
I don’ want your hairy soap
What do you think I am,
Some kind of idiot?

Hairy soap! Hairy soap!
I can’t use your hairy soap
Won’t you wash it
And hang it on some kind of string?

Hairy soap! Hairy soap!
Get some help for this hairy soap
Can you call the priest, or minister?

Hairy soap! Hairy soap!
I’m totally grossed by this hairy soap
Quick, call me a therapist
Cause I just can’t, like, deal with it

Dig this irony

I am a fan of irony. It is no coincidence, then, that the boy was involved in the following. He received a detentionslip fom his teacher for being disruptive in class. He hid this fact from his parents, resulting in a second detention, when he neglected to return the first one signed by a parent. Upon receiving the second slip, the wife and I learned that the boy was indeed disrupting his class, with a few co-conspirators, during a class presentation entitled Do the Right Thing. Can you dig the irony?

Stupid things people say

Hello, and welcome to the first edition of Stupid Things People Say! A public forum for discussing how moronic the general public is. While attending a high school basketball game recently, the following comments were heard, shouted rather loudly by parents apparently living out their high school sports fantasies through their offspring:

"Rebound, rebound!"
"Ref are you blind?!"
"Get the ball!"
"Shoot!"

The last two are my favorites. I can see a bunch of freshmen standing on the court scratching themselves and wondering what to do next. Then, all of a sudden, a loud-mouthed woman in the 12th row screams, "Get the ball!" The youngsters spring into action, as they now ralize what they are to do.

Stay tuned, I have a good feeling there will be future installments of Stupid Things People Say!

Mice advice - part deaux

As mentioned earlier, we have been dealing with mice for a while now. We haven't had much success with glue and snap traps. Upon the advice of my sis-in-law, we purchased the Rat Zapper 2000. It does sound cheesy (no pun intended) like you might see Ron Popeel on an infomercial hocking one of these things. The darn thing actually works. Within a day or two we got our first victim. A week or two later a second victim. I highly recommend this devicefor safe, efficient, and mess-free disposal of rodents.

Disclaimer:
I have accpeted no money from the Rat Zapper 2000 people to endorse their product. But, I am willing and can be contacted through this blog.

Second displaimer:
Just because we have mice, does not mean we live in a house of skank. We live in the country and mice look for a warm place to nest in the winter months. Oddly enough, the mice have not touched our food stores, but seem content to use our untensil drawer as their bathroom.

Jedi parents

I know it's been a while since my last post. I'm going for quality rather than quantity here. The dang holidays are finally over and I should return to regular posting.

Yesterday, as I was backing out of the driveway, I noticed my son and two friends with heir lightsabers playing on the front lawn. My son, as bright as he is, was wearing only a hooded sweatshirt, keep in mind it was 26 degrees and gusty. I stoped and rolled down he window. The three of them displayed an awesone show of lightsaber swashbuckling as they came over to talk with me. They were very excited about their apparent talents.

Son - Hi dad!
Me - Hi, are you dressed for the weather?
Son - No (head down and sagging shoulders)

He walked the death march into the house, lightsaber dragging to better dress for the cold. As I drove away, I kind of felt bad that I took the wind out of his sails. I wonder if real Jedi parents do the same thing?