Thursday, November 12, 2009

Pack your bags kids we're goin' to Nova Scotia

So here I am sitting around catching up on my blog reading eating a pomegranate. My keyboard is getting a little sticky and I am wondering if the yummy fruit is really worth all the effort. So, I decide to tweet about it. My holy awesome amazing mac tells me that I have misspelled pomegranate and so google it to check spelling.

And this is one of the results that pops up

The pomegranate phone

Seems pretty strange to me to name a pda after a very round, difficult to eat fruit and so I do what any rational consumer would do. I click on the link to check it out.

The pomegranate phone brews coffee, projects HD video onto your wall, can be used as a harmonica and has a built in electric razor among its features.

When you are done exploring the device and click to find out the release date information you are directed to the place where you really can have it all... Nova Scotia

Freaking marketing brilliance. I want to go now just because of the genius in this marketing plan.

Oh and the global voice translator. I want one of those for real. They sell those in Nova Scotia right?

Rocks in your chones

So this afternoon I arrive at Miss Thing's school to pick her up. I head out to the playground and she is half sitting on a swing a small herd of 4 year olds around her and she has her hand in her chones.

Strange

I walk a little closer

"Hey baby girl. Everything okay in your britches?"

One of her friends hands her a few small rocks from the playscape and she stashes them in her pa'nti'es.

Again I say ~ Strange

She looks up at me smiling happily

"Nope Mama I'm fine"

I begin removing the rocks as her teacher approaches

"Miss Thing, honey" I say "Rocks don't belong in your your va*gin~a so lets not put them in your pa'ntie's"

"But Mom I didn't have a place to carry them"

Sure enough she is wearing pants with no pockets. I am somewhat pleased with her logic if still slightly disturbed by the end result.

Her teacher has arrived and lovingly bestows a hug on me.

"I just wanted to thank you for Miss Thing. She is such a gem in class and is so smart."

I agree, but I can't decide if she is being facetious because of the rocks in the chones or if she is being serious.

She continues "Today I hid cards all around the room with "H" words and asked the class to find them. She (and her best friend Finn) were the only ones who did it."

So there you have it. Putting rocks in your britches doesn't preclude you from being smart.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Veteran's Day

We know you, we love you.

We are grateful for all that you do, for the heavy mantle that you wear.

Thank you just isn't enough.

Thank you

Especially to the awesome Uncle G...The best little brother I always wanted