AAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!
Ok. What did I do this time?
You're not that annoying.
Challenge accepted! ~starts poking Aberombie~
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My entry this morning in the "Did You Know..." thread was inspired by a memory of my great uncle. He was a bomber pilot in WWII, who's B-17 was shot down over Germany. He then spent 18 months as a "guest" of the Germans.
Anyway, beyond that he was a cool old dude. He and his wife were very close to my family. We'd go over to their house all the time. He and my dad also used to fish a lot together - it was during those fishing trips that my dad became one of the few people he opened up to about his experiences as a POW.
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My old uncle was also an excellent cook. Then again, many of the men in my family (both paternal and maternal sides) seem to be pretty good in the kitchen. My dad was a great cook. One of my older brothers is awesome at it, taking after our mom's older brother. In truth, my brothers and I can all cook to one degree or another.
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I remember, back in the day, since my parent's had the most kids, we also had the most space to host others. Typically, everyone would come to our house for the biggest holidays - Christmas, Good Friday, Easter, etc. My dad sat at the head of the table, with his father/mother and aunts/uncles on either side of him. Lots of good food and good times.
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Both kids managed to piss me off this morning. First, the boy didn't want to get out of bed, then started with his whiny, fake-cry b~@*!*%$. Later on, as we were getting ready to leave the house, baby girl threw her stuffed animal at her brother, knocking bowl he was holding and scattering Cheerios all over the f##*ing floor.
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I have been toying with the idea of some more natural ways to reduce the mosquito population around my home.
One of the ideas I considered in the past was a bat box. I downloaded plans to build one. After careful consideration, however, I came to think my backyard might not be an ideally suited location. It remains a possibility. I may even try to pass the idea along to our HOA and see if they would consider putting one or two up around the lake. That might help the community as a whole.
My more recent idea, passed on from multiple sources, is the use of various plants that supposedly act as natural. There are issues to overcome, however, and no definitive evidence (that I've seen) concluding it actually works well. Some of the plants require they be interacted with to work, such as rubbing the oil from the plant onto your arms/neck/etc. Others, like Lavender, supposedly will work just by being planted nearby and giving off their smell. My brother claims to have tried many of these plants and not had them work well.
An even more recent idea, passed on by the aforementioned brother, is the Patio Egg. It seems to be a porous, ceramic egg that can be hung in various locations and filled with certain oils. The oils then diffuse through the egg and act as a repellent. I've had mixed reports of whether it works or not. It's only $20 at Bed Bath and Beyond, though.
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I was thinking of the TV show Supernatural the other day. The first five seasons were pretty great. Since then, it's been going steadily down hill, albeit with some bright spots along the way.
I think part of the reason for this is due in large to those first 5 seasons having a single, cohesive story. After that, they just started going from one season to the next, just trying to find ways to drag the show on.
Another reason is the over dependence on Judeo-Christian mythology. If they had not made that God the end-all-be-all of creation, they might have been able to do some good s#%!, maybe some Lovecraftian type s$~$.
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I was getting some pressure to drive into New Orleans for Easter. F!@* that s!**. I hate driving there. For one, the drive itself always sucks ass. Between traffic, whiny kids, and the actual physical pain it causes me, those drives usually end up being 6+ hours of torment.
And when we finally get there? If we stay at my mom's house, we get to (not) sleep (well) on a rock hard bed. At least we get our own bathroom, though. More often than not, however, we have to stay at my in-laws house, where we get to (also not) sleep (well) on a (very uncomfortable) futon, the only shower in the house is the one in my in-laws bathroom, and the bathtub we cleanse the children in is a g!$!*&ned jacuzzi tub.
Let's not forget the general disruption to the kidlets' normal routine. That usually takes a day or three to sort out once we get back home.
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Speaking of my baby girl....when we got to daycare yesterday afternoon, we received a report that she had bitten another child and broke skin. She received some rather firm lecturing from both of us, along with a warning that should it ever happen again, she'd be punished more severely.
You'd think she would have learned her lesson from the first (and last) time she tried to bite daddy.
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There must be some kind of way outta here
Said the joker to the thief
There's too much confusion
I can't get no relief
Business men, they drink my wine
Plowman dig my earth
None were level on the mind
Nobody up at his word
Hey, hey
No reason to get excited
The thief he kindly spoke
There are many here among us
Who feel that life is but a joke
But, uh, but you and I, we've been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us stop talkin' falsely now
The hour's getting late, hey
All along the watchtower
Princes kept the view
While all the women came and went
Barefoot servants, too
Outside in the cold distance
A wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl