Wednesday, April 30, 2008

It's not what it looks like....

I've been trying to bring fruit into work so I'm not constantly pumping quarters into the vending machines. I like bananas, but transporting them is a bit tricky. Especially if you forget you put a banana in your purse, oh, say for a day or two, and then dig deep in your purse for your keys.

Blech.

So I was sure someone else had this problem, so I turned to the Internet. This is the banana bunker. There is no way you could carry one of these in your purse and not look like a sexual deviant.

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Tuesday, April 22, 2008

A Kinder, Gentler Me

This was sent to me by a former colleague. Apparently I was a bit sharp when I was younger. I'd be offended, if I wasn't so proud of what a smartass I was.

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Thursday, April 10, 2008

Higher office

Just when I thought that my past indiscretions (paying babysitters under the table, that thing with the hobo) prevented me from achieving elected officialdom, I have been voted in as the Secretary of the PTA.

Was it the fake background check? The unmarked bills in plain envelopes? Or the fact that no one else ran against me? Who can tell. But call me Madam Secretary!

Tuesday, April 08, 2008

Mother Teresa, I am

Conor's school has a new mural, and today on the way into school Conor asked why Yoda was in the mural. Oh, how I laughed! Foolish child, I said, that's Mother Teresa. Oh, he says. Who's the guy on the end? Uh, Chewbacca. Now aren't you late? Get to class!

Update: According to the school newsletter, it is "The Visionaries Mural" and has renditions of Michelangelo, Mother Teresa, Martin Luther King, Jr., Ghandi, and Homer. D'oh!

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Sunday, April 06, 2008

Don't Come Around Here No More



 

 

 

Anyone else remember videos from 1985? I was embarassed at how many I knew.

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Wednesday, April 02, 2008




An arty looking photo of a mundane event. Isn't that what blogs are all about?

This is Lucy enjoying her first bouncy house.

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