Well why not, the cops do it!

Driving my daughter to my sis' house we come down our normal back road. We're doing the speed limit. Both hands on the wheel. Headset in, just in case someone calls me at 7:15 in the morning. We pass a policeman (aka POPO)...Mr. Popo is sitting at a stop sign with a cell phone to his ear. Ironically I almost pulled out my cell phone to take a picture of him on his.

Well if he can do it.....why can't I?

Even a peanut lacks enough intelligence to be stupid.

The great cookie migration: When 3 become 2

In the land of the giants the cookies take their migration....

Over the long spanning Keyboard Mountains......

Through paperclip valley.......

and deep into the deadly pen forest....

 
They keep going, knowing they have to make it through..........little does one of them know, two have formed an alliance....they have a plan...

They conspire together........

In the end, the little cookie didn't know what was coming...

His last memories are his "friends" yelling "Walk the plank yee cookie!!!"

 RIP little cookie, RIP

 

Bobby pins....friend or foe?

It's a normal Tuesday, same traffic, same people here/no here, desk is the same, office the same...just another average Tuesday....or so I thought. Here I am, minding my own business at my desk. Pleasantly working along, typing away, listening to the interoffice discussions that tend to amuse me. Suddenly something wiggles down the back of my shirt. Immediately my mind thinks...bug? spider? creature? flea? But I can't freak out because I am sitting at my desk and will get funny looks. Yes, that's me, always trying to make a good impression. I go still, glance around and feel around the back of my shirt...nothing. And then.............a bobby pin. The bobby pin, once located in my hair, had fallen out of my hair and down the back of my shirt. What if I had freaked out? My office may have thought I was going nuts and escorted me out...I can see it now...."Tonight on the 11 o'clock news...file clerk escorted out of downtown office building, claims she was under attack....more news at 11."



Friend or foe? you make the call.

Transponder v3

The transponder now lives, pleasantly, directly below my rearview mirror; can't really even see the little bugger. Cute though, it's gray. :-)

Pros - it makes me look sufisticated.

Cons - i still have to pay to ride the express lane and 5/5 times I have driven in it I get stuck behind some weenie who finds it acceptable to do 60 in a 65mph EXPRESS lane.

Lesson: Getting stuck behind a pleasantly ignorant driver doing 5miles under the speed limit sucks, paying to get stuck behind a pleasantly ignorant driver doing 5miles under the speed limit is painful.

Amusement for Monday...

It seems to me that the most intriguing things take place while in my car. Could be due to the fact that I am in my car for 4 hours every day, or purely from my desire to find amusement during grid-lock traffic.


Hussy-Lady-Driver-With-Anger-Management issues: proceeded to ride my ass for 20 miles in hopes of passing me, crossing the double white lines twice and almost causing 3 car wrecks.
Advice to situation 1: if you are going to ride my ass at least pull my hair

And the frog too....

At the beginning of the school year, a whole 3 weeks ago, one of the forms my daughter brings home is a permission slip to take pets home. I guess the class has a few pets and they allow the kids to take them home from time to time.

Option 1: Lizard
I kept thinking about the Geico commercials and how little they are. Yes, I do know the Geico guy is a gecko, but this conversation only has to make sense to me. (So for the sake of my own conversation with myself I am using it as a comparison.) If my cat didn't eat it, I am sure my dog would try to play with it...husky v. lizard...you make the call on that one. Plus, I don't want to have to clean up lizard poo; I am sure my daughter won't either.

Option 2: Frog
I don't have much experience with frogs, except that when you kiss them a prince emerges. There will be no frog kissing in my house thank you! Plus, I hear these buggers are fast....I don't care for chasing a frog around the house. I'm sure my daughter would be too hysterical watching me try to catch the frog to lend a hand. Go figure.

Option 3: Guinea pig
The few guinea pigs I have come in contact with have bit me, maybe it's my wonderful personality they don't care for? Plus, I keep thinking about G-Force, the movie, and that scene... "poop in his hand, poop in his hand!!" After much thought, I recall I've had a pet rat before, this is just like a giant rat. I did good with my rat so I can aid my daughter in her guinea pig babysitting journey for the weekend.

Today I casually ask when her weekend is, she gives yesterdays date. I reply with, "no biggie, we can take a guinea pig this weekend, no problem, but that was yesterday, you may want to ask your teacher about it." Her reply, "I signed up for the frog." After much conversing...turns out she circled BOTH the guinea pig AND the frog.

I feel like I am starting my own animal kingdom. I pray there was a clause in small print stating they would never send 2 animals home with 1 child, if for the parents sanity at least. It's possible I could have missed it... ? (wishful thinking I suppose)

Amen it is only for 1 weekend.