Time Flies

This seems like yesterday.

This was over two years ago.

This was back when I didn't have as much of a bald yarmulke spot.

This was before baby baboon boy hit the scene.

And if this doesn't make you smile, you a cold hearted vampire.  Not like the nice vampires you see on Twilight.  Not that I'd know. Twilight is for prepubescent girls, not manly cavemen like me.

http://youtu.be/njWxgCDFGeE

It's Friday. It's ROI day.

Just been hunkering down at Family ROI Training Camp.

ROI does not stand for "Rock On Islands". Nope, ROI for those not in the in the know stands for "Return On Investment".

There's been no island rocking around here. In fact, it's been more like get-poopie-on-your-hands-and-gouge-your-eyes-with-dull-pencils. Then maybe...just maybe, for a little extra wild excitement,  get an escape to the grocery store to get milk, drink an airline liquor bottle on the way, and aggressively tackle the sample hand out lady.

You see, the plan is to invest in your kids so that you CAN rock on an island. I'm getting close.

Actually, screw it, I'm close enough.

We're leaving for Mexico in 15 minutes.

EGB don't stay up too late and make sure you give Baby B some milk.  See you in a couple of days or weeks.

Call the neighbors if you need a ride to school.

Now get back to work.

http://youtu.be/HxVii4Hj1c8

Get The Band Back Together

I'd totally write a bunch of stuff right here but I have no time to do so.  Therefore, I'm dropping some pictures on your head.  If you have any questions, please comment and I'll respond in 2023.

2012 Election Is Coming to an End But Friday is Here.

EGB and BB are a bit sad about it all.  Even though they truly love the incessant tv ads, robo calls, knocks on doors, emails, radio ads,  social media blasts, emails, flyers, mailers, flags, campaign snacks, campaigners in the streets, and all things Obama-Romney....they know that all good things must come to an end.

And the BILLION dollars that have been spent to decide the next puppet(eer) have been totally well spent.  Good thing that our roads, schools, children are in such great shape--otherwise I'd be mad.

These guys spend all their time telling me about the world for my children--debt, schools, economic future. I'm not so sure they know what they're talking about.

They're not talking about fairness.  They're not talking about love.  They're not talking about who has the best pizza order.  They're not talking about diaper changing strategies when a hurricane goes off in BB's pants.  They don't care about my world.  That's ok.  They're not supposed to.  They can't. Not with the task they've been presented and the limited powers they're provided.  They're not kings. They're just-a man. A man in a big ol' white house.

That's what I'll teach my children.  I'll teach them--Be fair.  Be loyal. Think for yourself. Be ok with uncertainty. And be you.  None of this is being said with the billion dollars.  Unfortunately, our "leaders" aren't my children, but they sure act like it sometimes.

Not cynical here. It's just that kids don't give a damn.  At times I'm not sure if I do either as long as I have you all. It's a noisy world out there.

We don't have to look far beyond the little princes and princesses among us for the truth.  Look to the little ones and see if they care about WHO is the boss?  They just know if it ain't them they're pissed. Sounds like the rest of us.....

Put on your wings and get some. It's Friday. Ain't that what matters?

Belief.

 

Dogs, Babies, Smurfs and Cheap Beer

Recipe for a real good party.

I figure since I don't have time to write, videos serve a better purpose.  Videographic-high-sugar-caloric-memory-punch-in-the-head is the way I'm transmitting to you.  Sock it to you.

It's hard to think that a summer has come and gone.  EGB hit 4.  BB hit 1.  I hit old.  Dog hit biblical age.

I feel the urge to write, but weighty thoughts take time.  Time is a funny thing these days.  Remember calling cards?  Yeah, the plastic cards with 500 digits on them...For those in my reading audience that are calling their families in Sri Lanka, you still use them.  Y'all are retro cool like that.  The others of you in prison that still use them, get off my blog and do some pushups.  All others that have moved into the 21st century, this is what I'm talking about--calling cards and time.  Remember when you'd use the card on your buddy's landline to call your girl and have lots to say but no minutes left?  Get that 'beep beep' and you know it's all about to end....that's my life now.

I have a box of 2 minute calling cards with a mouthful of 30 minute conversations. Recipe for unbaked cake.

I'm working on a time app.  Download it.  You'll get more time to talk, write, reflect, and just do you.  However, I'm having a coding hiccup on the part where you can turn kid's farts into vacations in the Caribbean.

Until then.  Chew on this video.  Baby B and Orange C-Furry paid top dollar for the show.  It was a real quality performance full of modern dance, stuffed animals, and gangsta beats.
http://youtu.be/20NGBFHDIh4

Yup.  It's a chunky smurf, fuzzy baby, and an orange dog drinking spiked punch and partying into the wee  hours of the morning.  I was sleeping, but good thing I have a teddy bear cam and captured the whole thing.

They figured they got away with it. At first I was mad.  Then we all laughed about it.  Then a Rice Crispy and milk shot out of EGB's nose.  We laughed even harder until Baby B pooped on his leg.  Then I stopped laughing.  Party over.

What's REALLY Goin On?

I ain't sayin' where I've been hiding....

Save us.

Ever heard a bird choke on a pork knuckle?  You're about to.

Welcome to the asylum......


http://youtu.be/voJ6Ryla_6I