I’ve never been a big fan of chewing gum. I’ve always seen it as a product with a low return on investment. I can usually chew a piece for five or ten minutes before it loses enough flavor that I feel like I’m chewing on a piece of rubber. I may as well just dip a bouncy ball in some sugar and suck on that for a while.
Now that I have children, I am even less a fan of gum. They like to chew it, then take it out of their mouth to play with. It inevitably ends up in the carpet, stuck in some bedding, or even worse, stuck in their hair. This is exactly what happened yesterday.
Everything that a mom says in a 24 hour period condensed into a litte more than three minutes. After having listened to it, I’m thinking that it should be called the parent song because I say all of this stuff too.
This is a post that I’ve been wanting to write for quite a while but have not been sufficiently motivated to do so. Now I have a video clip to accompany my words so I’m glad that I waited. Videos make everything so much better.
Everyone is familiar with MySpace. I don’t like it. With all of the half naked ugly chicks, angsty pre-teens, and frat boys, it’s bad enough. When you add poorly designed pages that should come with seizure warnings into the mix, it becomes completly unbearable. However, millions of users would probably disagree with me. For years, it was the leader in social networking sites but that doesn’t change the fact that it makes my eyes want to bleed.
About a year ago, my sister Chelsea, started bugging me and Holly about setting up profiles on Facebook. After Holly finally capitulated, I decided that I better give in as well. (I feel shame over caving to peer pressure.)
Twelve years in fact. It’s been twelve long years of unsuccessfully searching for someplace locally that has food that is somewhat close to the kind that I enjoyed during my time in South Africa. That search ended on Friday when Holly became aware of British “diner” in Layton. She was told that they had the best fish and chips this side of the Atlantic by somebody from England and decided that we must immediately go and try them. I love fish and chips, especially when they’re authentic, so I was not about to tell her no.
The fish and chips were very authentic; however the chips were different from what I ate in South Africa but they were still delicious. In addition to the fish and chips, we also tried a sausage.
Everybody knows that I’m a huge Star Wars fan. Because it has always been such a large part of my life, I sometimes forget that other people know nothing about it. I stumbled across this video today and couldn’t believe what I saw. Granted it was pretty funny but the geek in me is very embarrassed for this girl.
For the majority of the time that Holly and I have been married, we’ve enjoyed the luxury of owning a dishwasher. I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t like having a machine that washed my dirty dishes. I think that I’ve become spoiled by technology over the years.
When we first moved into our house two-and-a-half years ago, we had a dishwasher that worked. Once. It passed the home inspection and then it never worked again though so we decided to upgrade. The one that came with the house was a very small, very cheap unit. We replaced it with a nice big Maytag that we assumed would serve us well for years to come. After all, Maytags never need to be repaired. That’s why Dan the Maytag Man never does anything but sit and read the newspaper.
Ever since Christmas, there has been a lot of playing games on our new Wii. The kids can’t seem to get enough which makes me pretty happy. (I’m glad that they are enjoying their present.)
For those who are unfamiliar with how the Wii controllers work, they are basically motion sensitive remote controls. For all of those who used to play Super Mario Bros. on the original NES and were mocked for all of the controller movement that you felt was necessary to make Mario jump, the Wii is for you. I’ll often forget about the motion sensitivity when playing Mario Kart with the kids and end up getting off to a slow start but that’s besides the point.
…and I couldn’t care less. I have never understood the fascination that people have with turning the page on a calendar. Well, I can understand it if they have a really cool calendar like Dilbert or The Art of Star Wars. Still though, even the presence of a cool calendar doesn’t excuse the “festivities” that take place with the coming of a new year. Standing outside in the cold and counting backwards from ten just doesn’t appeal to me.
The only year that I have looked forward to is 2000 and that was because I wanted to see if the predicted horrors of Y2K would actually happen. Obviously they didn’t which was a great disappointment to many survivalists that had stocked up on toilet paper and Mountain Dew but it was nice to know that my VCR still flashed “12:00″ without missing a beat.
