Snood: Harmless Fun, Or Pixel-ized Crack?
I first saw this computer game at the in-laws when we were there for a visit. The kids were having fun with it, and eventually Nukeboy2 convinced me to give it a try. If you've never played, it's kind of like Tetris in reverse; with 8 different "heads" to shoot upwards instead of shapes dropping down on you. To eliminate →
REWARD OFFERED
$1,000,000.00 offered to the person or persons that remove Dora the Explora' from television.* This insanity has gone on long enough. I do my best to keep her out of the house, but like an annoying insect she slips through the door when you're lugging in groceries, or letting the cat out for the morning. Then she attaches herself to your →
The Hippity-Hop And The Hill Of Regret
The Nuclear Family took on more children around Christmas when we adopted 2 beagle puppies from a local Humane Society. We already had a lab, so putting 2 more dogs in the backyard was, without question, going to increase our volume of "meadow muffins". I knew this going in, yet adopted anyway. I feel now that I don't grocery shop to →
The Torture Of American Idol
Every year it happens. Every year the Lair is invaded by an insidious adversary know as American Idol. This attack is always an inside job. My lab assistant and her junior cohort simply open the fortress doors and invite it in, week after week. Then there they sit, staring at the television and cheering for the nobody du jour, and →
Riggins or Andrews?
This evening my 8 year old daughter was watching The Sound Of Music. Sitting across from her was my 18 month old son, also watching the movie, but holding not 1, but 2 footballs. Does the presence of athletic equipment cancel out the fact that he was staring in rapt attention to a musical, or do I have something to worry →
The Heel Print On My Forehead
The sounds coming out of exam room 4 at the ear, nose & throat Doctor's office were enough to send chills down the spine of the most battle hardened nurse. The inner office data-tech was seen cowering under her workstation, rocking back and forth in a fetal position chanting: "Make it stop, make it stop, make it stop!" The outer office receptionist, →
A Virus Named Bob
We have named our virus. His name is Bob. He lives in my chest, my daughters ear and my sons nose. He moved in 8 weeks ago and refuses to leave. I'm hospitable by nature, but this is getting ridiculous. He comes and goes as he pleases, as if HE was making the mortgage payments. It all started 8 weeks ago when →
