Random Thoughts and Lowlights

Calvin and Hobbes was the best cartoon ever. There has never been one to match up. Sure I have others I like, for instance Foxtrot, but I loved Calvin and Hobbes. It’s a real treat seeing my eldest sit for hours and reading the C&H books at my parent’s house. He laughs as hard as I did and still do.

If the kids want me to read them a story, I always have to fight the urge to say, “how about Hamster Huey and the Gooey Kablooie?” and when in the cereal aisle and they ask for something particularly offensive, I have been known to say, “That’s as bad as Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs. No!” And then there is the transmorgrifier. That was classic.

I remember one day I think I was trying to remember what it was called when the host and wine turn into the body and blood of Christ. (Catholics believe this, Protestants don’t.) It is called transubstantiation, but for some reason I was e-mailing The Great Omnipotent One, who is NOT Catholic, and he was trying to convince me it was called Transmogrifying. I was laughing my fool head off picturing the Pope saying, “And just throw this wafer and wine into this box and Voila!”

Am I going to hell for that? Heh.

Speaking of cartoons, Doonesbury has been pushing web url's to sites of conservatives that think Kerry is a better choice or cannot stand Bush. I don't know why I find it so damn annoying, but I do. I know it's a liberal comic strip, which is why I normally don't look at it anymore, but seriously, do we have people out there that are REALLY going to get their voting information from a frickin' comic strip? Be afraid, my friends... be very afraid.

Yesterday I was taking the kids swimming. Son#3 already has this thing about having to wear underwear under his swim shorts, although he really has nothing he needs to 'keep together'. We don’t own a pool. This is a pool where there are a lot of people coming and going. I pick up their clothes and notice his pair of underwear with his shorts. I asked him if he was wearing underwear, I was confused at which point… he weenied me. As in, right then in there, he pulled down the front of his trunks and showed me his bits and pieces. Lovely.

Later we were in Publix at the checkout line and Son#1 gives Son#3 a wedgie, unbeknownst to me. I look over and Son#3 has his shorts dropped down to the floor, pulling his underwear out of his backside… this is in the supermarket. I was dying.

I consider those lowlights, but I believe the witnesses would consider them highlights. I'm sure it was all very funny to the onlookers.