Monthly Archives: April 2012

Got Any Plans for the Weekend?


The Boy, getting out of the shower: “Mom, is it okay if I don’t comb my hair this time… just leave it messy? I mean, if I had a funeral to attend or a wedding to go to tomorrow that would be different, but I’m just going to be home.”


Use the Force, Luke… and Matthew & Mark & John


You know your kids go to Catholic school when, while watching Star Wars, Obi Wan says, “May the force be with you” and they respond, “And also with you.”

MomDay Monday – Spam-A-Lam-A-Ding-Dong


I’ve never really taken a close look at the spam that comes through this site. It is, after all, spam. And not the tasty meat-like substance that The Kids like. (The Girl once told me, as I was leaving for work, “But… we’re having Spam tonight! You’re gonna miss Spam!” No, dear… I won’t miss it. Not in the least.)

So imagine my surprise when I decided to open up the spam file… just to see what was in there. I figured it would be a lot of ads for miracle weight loss solutions & personal “enhancement” products. (FYI – I heard that a product called “Mr. Magic Male Enhancer” was being recalled. Not that this should surprise anyone.) What I found was so much better….

On Dr. Evil, Proprietor of Evil, Inc., this comment from J. Brichun:

I’d like to thanks for your efforts you’ve created in composing this article. I am heading for the same finest work from you within the long term at the same time. In reality your fanciful composing skills has prompted me to begin my personal weblog now. 

I never realized I had fanciful composing skills. And apparently I can time travel… within the long-term at the same time.

This one is from Freeman Bernadino commenting on Was That Batman or Alfred?

I liked up to you will receive performed right here. The caricature is tasteful, your authored material stylish. nonetheless, you command get bought an edginess over that you want be delivering the following. unwell for sure come further beforehand again as exactly the similar nearly very steadily inside of case you protect this increase.

At least it was complimentary about my stylish material & tasteful caricature… I think.

That post also brought this comment from Derose Morrisette as well:

You can definitely see your enthusiasm within the work you write. The sector hopes for even more passionate writers like you who aren’t afraid to mention how they believe. At all times go after your heart.

Again, I think I’m flattered. I’m not sure who “The Sector” is but I’m feeling a bit like I’m about to be put into The Hunger Games. I will however take Derose’s advice to “at all times go after my heart”.

And finally, this piece of commentary from Sasala Hirayama on MomDay Monday – Dearest Dianna.

I intended to compose you a bit of note in order to give many thanks again about the amazing advice you’ve contributed above. It’s  generous of people like you giving easily all a few individuals could have advertised as an e-book in making some bucks for their own end, and in particular considering that you could have done it if you considered necessary. The advice additionally acted as a easy way to be aware that many people have a similar desire just as mine to figure out a good deal more around this condition. Certainly there are a lot more enjoyable instances ahead for folks who browse through your blog.

Well, Sasala… if that is in fact your real name… I’m not sure what advice I offered but I suppose I could have “considered it necessary” to author an e-book about Dianna & been “making some bucks for my own end.” And I’m not aware of what “condition” you have that you have a desire to “figure out a good deal more about.” Is losing a friend considered a condition? Can I use it to get out of work or will I need a doctor’s note?

Thank you, Spammers. You made my day.

Or to put it in a way you Spammers can understand: “I am most gratitudinous of your day making for me.”

How Do You Define “Gross”?


Me, cleaning out the newly repaired refrigerator: “Ewww… gross.”

The Boy: “What’s gross? That the world defines humanity…?”

Me: “What is wrong with you?”

The Boy: “… or that humanity defines the world?”