Shit

Shit means 'ship high in transit' and came about because they used to ship manure from the 'new world' back to england and if they put it down low in the cargo holds it would get wet and then produce a ton of heat and start fires on the ships when they were out to sea and the ship would burn and everyone would die. but if they put it up high, it wouldn't get wet and hence no fire. it's the same principle as when farmers store bales of hay and they get damp and the barn burns down because of it

This is very a good piece of information, especially if you come from a family like mine. You can sound very intellectual at your holiday dinner when the conversation goes south, yet still appeal to the general masses.

Kids are the funniest.

Jack, my three year old, was relaying a story back to my Mom. It is more or less the story of the tortoise and the hare but done with cars. The slow car is "Little Red". And whenever the fast cars leave him in their dust, he says, "Putt-putt cough".

So my Mom asks Jack what Little Red says and Jack says, "Putt-putt cough says Little Red". Then Jack says, "Putt-putt ah-choo says Little Red". And he tops that off with the inevitable "Putt-putt tout says Little Red".

I'm so proud my son has mastered the bodily function sounds -- it's like he is now a full member of the family.

Re:

Je pense souvent à toi pendant la journée. Je suis tellement heureuse qu'on se connait. J'espère que ceci est la commencement de quelque chose de merveilleuse et en effet je croix que ça arrive déjà.

Good Books

Read a few really good books lately:

Glass Castle (J. Walls) Great memoir of how to parent and how not to parent -- it includes both from the same parents. It is such a touching book, but absolutely hilarious at times. Almost surreal.

Confessions of an Economic Hitman (J. Perkins) Awesome book that is really poorly written at times but really gives the nitty gritty of what powerful governments in conjunction with corporations and other agencies (i.e. CIA, NSA, etc.) will do to ensure they have their foot on the head of any nation that tries to get out of the pool they have built.

Man Without a Country (K. Vonnegut) Great little memoir that shares a lot of beliefs I have about life and was refreshing to read.

When?

When?, originally uploaded by Fant.

Year End Book Review

These books have not all been published this year, but represent the books I have read this year that I have found intriguing. Here goes...

Funniest: How to Be Good (Nick Hornby)... Honourable mention: Breakfast of Champions (Kurt Vonnegut)
Most Relevant to the World: The End of Poverty (Jeffrey Sachs)
Best Lovey-Dovey: All My Friends are Superheroes (Andy Kaufman)
Parenting: The Good Father (Mark O'Connell)
Business: Good To Great (Jim Collins)

drum roll please...

Book of the Year: A Million Little Pieces (James Frey)

Maximizing ROI

Bill: My oldest is up 3 pts. this quarter.

Fred: I'm not doing as well this quarter. Britney Ann is down this quarter, but we are anticipating strong results in Q4. 

 

Where The Wild Things Are

"Oh, please don't go -- we'll eat you up -- we love you so!"

Best of Life

corny but i made this list when i was feeling sad and it made me feel better, so it was worth it...

Kids
Peanut butter
Sturdy umbrella
Libraries
Shady parks
Cuddling
Hot and sour soup
Laughter

Plastic Jesus (by: Ernie Marrs)

I don't care if it rains of freezes
'Long as I got my Plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car.

Through my trials and tribulations
And my travels through the nations
With my Plastic Jesus I'll go far.
Plastic Jesus! Plastic Jesus,
Riding on the dashboard of my car

I'm afraid He'll have to go.
His magnets ruin my radio
And if I have a wreck He'll leave a scar.
Riding down a thoroughfare
With His nose up in the air,
A wreck may be ahead, but He don't mind.

Trouble coming He don't see,
He just keeps His eye on me
And any other thing that lies behind.
Plastic Jesus! Plastic Jesus,
Riding on the dashboard of my car ...

Though the sunshine on His back
Make Him peel, chip and crack,
A little patching keeps Him up to par.
When I'm in a traffic jam
He don't care if I say "damn"
I can let all my curses roll

Plastic Jesus doesn't hear
'Cause he has a plastic ear
The man who invented plastic saved my soul.
Plastic Jesus! Plastic Jesus,
Riding on the dashboard of my car ...

Once His robe was snowy white,
Now it isn't quite so bright -
Stained by the smoke of my cigar.
If I weave around at night,
And policemen think I'm tight,
They never find my bottle - though they ask.

Plastic Jesus shelters me,
For His head comes off, you see
He's hollow, and I use Him for a flask.
Plastic Jesus! Plastic Jesus,

Riding on the dashboard of my car ...
Ride with me and have a dram
Of the blood of the Lamb -
Plastic Jesus is a holy bar.

I think I need to talk to you

I think I need to talk to you, originally uploaded by magdalis.

First Blog

This is my first blog. I probably won't make a second entry but my curiousity is killing me about what all the fuss is about.

Ok, that's good for now.