Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Sunday, April 27, 2008
State moves to ban fake testicles on vehicles
By Michael PeltierFri Apr 25, 12:03 PM ET
Senate lawmakers in Florida have voted to ban the fake bull testicles that dangle from the trailer hitches of many trucks and cars throughout the state.
Republican Sen. Cary Baker, a gun shop owner from Eustis, Florida, called the adornments offensive and proposed the ban. Motorists would be fined $60 for displaying the novelty items, which are known by brand names like "Truck Nutz" and resemble the south end of a bull moving north.
The Florida Senate voted last week to add the measure to a broader transportation bill, but it is not included in the House version.
In a spirited debate laced with double entendre, Senate lawmakers questioned whether the state should curtail freedom of expression in vehicle accessories.
Critics of the ban included the Senate Rules Chairman, Sen. Jim King, a Jacksonville Republican whose truck sported a pair until his wife protested.
The bill's sponsor doubted it would succeed.
"It's probably not going to make it through the process," Baker said on Thursday. "It won't be much of story in a few days."
Friday, April 25, 2008
They not only make my butt seem larger than it really is (and I don't need any help with that) they tend to ride up. Any there's no dignity digging out a wedgie when you are wearing a skort. So, my two skorts are hitting the donation pile. Bye bye my not so friendly friends. You won't really be missed. And if you have some in your stash and you aren't A) a cheerleader below the age of 18 or B)three years old, then you might want to consider tossing yours too.
Sadly, my first thought wasn't about the kiss, or the fact that he had this big grin, but it was about whether or not he caught/shared something when he kissed her. It's cold season around here and I just finished up strep throat, so my mind immediately went to the germs passed along. Sigh...
"So where did you kiss her?"
Pause, bigger grin. "I kissed her on the lips!"
Bigger sigh...guess my mind needs to wander elsewhere, it was bound to happen one day.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Monday, April 21, 2008
Washington DC News.NetMonday 21st April, 2008 (ANI)
Washington, April 21 : Women with dominant nature have a higher likelihood of conceiving more sons, according to a new study. The study report says that a growing body of evidence suggest a maternal influence on sex determination. The study showed that the sex of bovine embryos positively correlates with pre-ovulatory follicular testosterone. It, however, remains a mystery as to how exposure of oocytes to follicular testosterone may influence the ability of a metaphase II egg to be preferentially inseminated by a Y-bearing sperm. The study has been published in the journal Biology of Reproduction.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Then the mom of said little boy walks over and yells at us for not telling him to stop. She tried to crack a smile, but you could tell she was serious. The woman I was talking to told her that we didn't see him do it in the first place, and the mom corrected us again and told us that we SHOULD have stopped him - yelling at him if necessary. I held my tongue - I don't know this mom other than seeing her at preschool, and she's pregnant, so I wanted to cut her some slack. But she kept on us and the amazing part was - she never spoke to her kid about not doing it again. I dunno - I'd at least pull the kid over and explain about the pretty flowers, and not to touch them, or anything. Don't holler at another mom - because lady - it isn't my job to police your kid. Now, if he was going to run out in the street or was picking up a knife, certainly I'd say something. But honestly, plucking flowers while his mom stands five feet away? And yelling at me - what's that going to accomplish? If you want me to keep an eye on your kid just ask. But seriously, hollering at me for your momentary lapse in kid care isn't the right answer.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Now, the $200 and the problem comes in when I was sock skating a few days ago. I was in the living room zipping around turning lights off before I left, and I whacked my hand on the back of the couch. I knew immediately that I jammed my fingers as they swelled up and one turned a bit blue where my ring was - my wedding ring. So I whipped the ring off and made no notice of it's condition...until two days later. I was putting lotion on and put my ring back on and noticed that the diamond on my engagement ring was about 2 mm off to one side. No wonder my fingers hurt so much - they had the heck smacked out of them!
So I took my ring into the place that cleaned it about six months ago, reduced the size of the rings because they were falling off of me, and repaired two of the tines that were crooked. That cost as much as our first couch. This time though, fortunately, my diamond was still in place and my wedding band wasn't damaged. (The rings are attached to each other.) It just needed a few tines straightened out, and oh while you are at it can you clean the rings? No problem, the jeweler will call you with an estimate of what the repair cost will be they said.
$200. To straighten my poor little ring out. Not even the whole ring, just the tines. Well, apparently four of the stones in my wedding band are also loose, and both need to be cleaned again. Geez louise where does it end? So instead of paying the $200 and getting the repair, Tom and I are setting off on the grand ring adventure (we're illogical like this occasionally). You see, this year is our 10th wedding anniversary and we're getting me a new ring at some point, so why not now. And since my poor engagement ring had been repaired about 10 times since he gave it to me, we're thinking that maybe a different, more substantial mount is in order.
So, back to the jeweler to get my poor little ring back and see what they can do for me. Our little $200 expenditure turned into a whole new animal, hopefully one that is a little less delicate. I'm not so much the delicate type.
Monday, April 14, 2008
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Saturday, April 12, 2008
The craziness comes in as we have to manage travel to and from the games. Fortunately the little guys should be on the same team, but we'll find out tomorrow how much craziness we will have to deal with this season. And I'm sure that this is nothing - the really crazy schedules are looming just on the horizon.
Friday, April 11, 2008
Thursday, April 10, 2008
My kids do chores, and this week Max has Sock Patrol as one of his chores. This means that he scours the house for socks (our original problem was socks being left EVERYWHERE) and any other dirty clothes. He also has to put away clean clothes, but I generally have all the kids do that together to spread their pain. Anyway, the hamper was downstairs in the laundry room, so Max had to, with his own hands, pick up my underwear and carry them down to the rest of the laundry. My underwear, along with a few other pieces of clothing, was sitting where the hamper lives normally. So, he picks up my undies and yells at the top of his lungs to his brothers (imagine the tone here - he's a 7 year old boy)
"OOOOO. Mommy's underwear. I have mommy's underwear! OOOOO"
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
Friday, April 04, 2008
Wednesday, April 02, 2008
When you approach someone's door in the middle of the day, there are some basic etiquette rules that you need to follow.
1. Ring the bell and WAIT. Yes, wait. It might take a minute for the person answering the door to get there.
2. Don't POUND on the door. Pounding never scores points. And there may be someone sleeping - you wake me up, you make me mad. You wake my kid up and we're going to have a "little talk."
3. Certainly don't ring the bell them IMMEDIATELY pound on the door. This borders on creepy and it might change my mind about the whole answering the door thing.
4. And if the person does answer the door, DON'T YELL AT HER - she's slow (or busy) not deaf. Speak in a regular voice and be polite. Don't make faces or STOMP off across the lawn if you don't get the answer you want either. That's just poor form.
5. If you POUND, RING, YELL, or STOMP, you will FREAK OUT the person in the home that you are attempting to get to hire you. Never works. Never, ever. Doesn't matter how dirty my gutters are - you scared me and I hate that.
And note to the next person that comes to my house mid-day and pounds, rings, knocks, walks up to the door, or even sniffs around my house, I am NOT going to answer the door. The scary man that swung by today in an attempt to clean out my gutters blew it for you. You and the next thirty people that come by. (So sorry favorite UPS guy - this means you too.)
The woman who is now jittery mid-day
This is cross posted over at DC Metro Moms.
So, you see, I'm not terribly motivated to change or do something different. I suppose it was just one of those days that was the same as another day and I wanted something a bit different. As for what I actually want? Who knows. Tomorrow it will be a bowl of ice cream, or perhaps world domination. For tonight though, I'll just go to bed and see what tomorrow brings.