Random Slices of Life for the Weekend

Him: According to the Mayan calendar, the world is going to end on 12/21/2012.
Me: You mean I cleaned the bathroom for nothing?

Cool quote; can you guess who said it? (the answer is in the comments): “Everything you see I owe to spaghetti.”

Mystery of life: Why do the top of the refrigerator and the back of the toilet get so dirty? Nothing ever happens there, so why the grime? It makes no sense.

Thought: I think my niece and nephew are having second thoughts about inviting me to be their “friend” on Facebook, LOL.

Another thought: Facebook is overrated. I wanted to keep up with the times, but it is pretty useless except for an occasional amusement.

Last thought on Facebook: I don’t even know who some of my “friends” are.

Heh. Did a Tom Sawyer on the old man. I started to mop the kitchen floor when he pointed out that there is a better way. “Oh, there is? So show me”. Teehee.

I’m trying to simplify my life and found this site. Being an anal-retentive control freak might be good in the business world, but you gotta let it go at home. Need to work on trying to be more patient. I’m starting to get on my own nerves.

Everything can be cleaned with baking soda and vinegar in various combinations.

Some people need to stop being douche bags about Obama’s Supreme Court nominee. Read the actual circumstances and the opinion. I actually think Sonia Sotomayor might be a good fit. But what do I know…I’m a registered Republican. Just watch that 2nd Amendment, Ms. Sotomayor. Bone up on the Constitution a bit. I could give a shit about your empathy. The law is the law.

Luckily, I probably will not be alive to see the long-term economic and social repercussions of the current administration. I pity the next generations.

Pickled eggs are the best. I make them just like my Mom did, and think of her whenever I take a big purply bite. Thanks, Mom !

My nephew graduated from highschool and will be a Clemson Tiger in the fall. I still think of him as a little kid and always want to pinch his cheeks whenever I see him. His mother tells him he has to let me do that, because “that’s what aunts are for”. I think that should be in the Constitution or something.

I think my Dad is the Greatest Person in the Entire World. Not sure how I got so lucky. All I can do, even at the age of 55, is to try to be the person my Dad would want me to be. But shoot, he accepts all five of us no matter what (well, almost no matter what). We all have different politics, different circumstances, and different gigs. He just loves us. That is enough.

That is all.