A quiet day for the most part....BSF group in the morning, then off to Jeanne to spend the day with her and Cole. 
Isn't he the cutest little thing? 
And as a delightful addendum, Mom came over for a bit:
It was a good day. ;^)
Month: February 2006
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You know something that bugs me? It's when one radio station tries to build its audience by running down a competing station. Yesterday I was driving along and heard something about how The Twister (the station currently being listened to) beats that tired old Wolf (another country station).
That's just tacky.
No one would take Britney Spears for an Ivy League scholar or anything, but even I was stunned to realize she's this stupid:
If the car'd been hit from the left...the kid's toast. If the car runs into someone and sets off the airbag, the kid's toast.
Somehow this was supposed to be protecting him from the paparazzi. Okay, how does that follow? Most car seats are in the middle of the back seat. Sure seems to me that'd be safer than being held right next to the window, held by the very person the paparazzi are presumably trying to photograph.
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This evening marked the beginning of a long, long series of events for Jessica and Jason: Brianna performed with the other kindergarteners at her school's PTA meeting tonight.
How many times did Don and I go to those over the past quarter century?
And now it's the grandchildren's turn.
Naturally she wound up being on the side farthest from me, though at least she was on the front row, on the far left (sorry about the Village-of-the-Damned effect....don't know what caused that):
And here she was afterwards, with her Daddy and other grandmother, Taylor:
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Motivational posters for the rest of us (HT to Plumtree): Despair, Inc.
My favorite so far, and quite applicable what with the Winter Games about to gear up:
Wait! Wait! Or this one:
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[irritably] You know, I was sitting right there. One would think that before a hairdresser essentially scalps a kid, even at his request, said hairdresser would ask the checkbook, "Ma'am? Is this okay, what he wants?"
In this event, Ma'am would have said no, and rightly so, as it turns out the hairdresser misunderstood what Dmitry wanted. Dmitry did not actually intend to look like an Olympic swimmer or member of a chain gang. But too late now! Once the guy gets going with the electric razor, there's really nothing to be done except continue.
Dmitry's first act upon arriving home was to put on a gimme cap.
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It's been four long years, but the wait is almost over. Friday night! Will Friday night ever arrive?
The Winter Games begin then!
I can pretty much take or leave the summer Olympics, but do love the winter games....skating, both figure and speed, luge, downhill skiing, bobsled....doesn't matter. Love 'em all.
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While watching a dissection of the Battle of Hastings on the History Channel, we saw a commercial for 50 Horror Classics
on five DVDs (a steal at a mere $19.95). The voice-over promised
the viewer would enjoy hours perched on the edge of their seat as they
tried to muffle their screams, these classic horror flicks are so
frightening.Edge of my seat? Try to keep from screaming?
I doubt that. I seriously
doubt that. The monsters and effects simply look silly by today's
standards. When it comes to terrorizing an audience, I don't see
how Boris Karloff and Bela Lugosi can hope to compete with the movies
filmed within the past ten or twenty years.With one salient exception......Alfred Hitchcock. The only scary movies with legs are probably his.....The Birds; Psycho; Rear Window. They
didn't rely upon monsters or special effects or anything of the sort;
instead they relied upon first-rate camera work and storyline.
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