It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood, whether you like it or not.

Sarah for some reason has it out for Mr. Rogers. I don't know if he didn't reply to her fan mail or what, but she does not want the girls watching his show. This is beyond me, since she lets them watch Barney, some french kids singing the alphabet, and The Wiggles. After a heated battle on the Netflix website (me adding Mr. Rogers to queue and Sarah deleting it), I won the battle and Mr. Rogers' Neighborhood: Going to School was shipped to our neighborhood. I wonder if they're sending it by speedy delivery. Time will tell. I think that it will do the girls some good to "chillax" (I got that from Laker forward Lamar Odom) and listen to the soothing voice of Mr. Rogers plead with them to be his neighbor...well I guess that is kind of creepy. He's dead now, though, so no harm done.

Next on the list is Peewee's Playhouse. Also kind of creepy, but it's a fun show and Morpheus from the Matrix is Cowboy Curtis. What could be cooler than that?

Under construction

This post is going to be so awesome. I've been working on it for two months straight. I've gotten no sleep at all. I'm just putting on the finishing touches. Check back soon.

Origins of an American Classic

So, we have this plastic cereal bowl for Bella that has a built-in straw (I always thought that drinking your cereal milk was nasty so I don't understand that, but Bella loves it). Anyway, I think I figured out how the rattail came to be. You know what I'm talking about...the stupid new kids on the block had them, but I couldn't find a good picture of it. So, if you take your normal bowl haircut and use this straw bowl instead like so:

and you get a perfect rattail like this:

Act now and get a free meat lovers pizza.

Way Back Wednesday

Since I got called on the 20 comment thing, I guess I'd better post something. For starters, I thought I'd get in on this way back wednesday thing...



This was an awkward stage for me. I didn't have many friends, I was pretty underdeveloped, and I basically just hung out with my mom. Pretty pathetic, huh? I did end up eventually developing limbs and even a third nipple (another story) and got myself out of that tiny living space (it didn't even have a bathroom), but it was a tough nine months. Good thing I'm not claustrophobic.

Happy Birthday Sarah!!

So, today is Sarah's birthday. She is not as old as me and not as young as she was yesterday. I hope everyone wishes her a happy birthday today and that she has a great day. I told the kids to take it easy on her today, so we'll see how that goes. Anyway, Happy Birthday, Sarah! You're the best, and I appreciate everything you do for me and the monsters. You are awesome! I love you!