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It took this guy a year and a half, but he built his own roller coaster in his back yard. HOW COOL IS THAT? (Click the image for a video demonstration.)
(h/t to Gizmodo)
If you’re like me, you were born without those oh-so-desirable creativity and innovation genes. Or maybe you’re just plain lazy. Either way, you’re in luck. Someone has taken pity on us lesser lumps of clay and developed a kit for making Rube Goldberg devices. It’s as easy as sticking magnets on your fridge door (do you honestly think they’d trust us with power tools?):
(h/t to Gizmodo)
Mom turns XX years old today. Happy birthday!
(Are you kidding? Did you think I’d actually reveal her age on my blog? I do want to live to see my YYth birthday, you know.)
I went to a mid-pregnancy education class with Kelly yesterday. Kaiser puts these on for free for its members, so I was surprised that there were only four other women in the room.
The instructor was a short, fireball of a woman with a slight Filipino accent. Her name was Beth, and her employee identification badge said, “Health Educator.” She was very funny. At one point, she was describing how some pregnant women sleep using a donut-like full body pillow. One of the other women in the room was confused as to how the mechanics of using such a device worked. Beth stuck out her arms, spread her legs apart to just a bit wider than shoulder width, hunched over her back and, in a Triumph the Insult Comic Dog voice, she said, “You know, like if you’re sitting in a flotation device.” It was all I could do not to laugh.
Toward the end of the 1.5 hour session, Beth fired off this little nugget: “You ladies, since your bladders are getting squeezed by the baby, you might find that when you sneeze or cough, some urine will leak out. Well, you and your partner can use this as a bonding experience.”
Wait – what??? Ew.
I looked at Kelly and I could tell that she was thinking exactly the same thing: Whenever this happens, Jon is supposed to wipe my pee hole, and I guess that will bring us closer together. Right… This lady is a sicko.
Luckily, that’s not what Beth meant at all. She went on to lecture the women about the importance of strengthening their pelvic floor, and how this would help them at delivery time (I’ll spare you the graphic details).
And, thus, I was introduced to the art of kegeling. Apparently men can kegel, too, and there are certain “benefits” to be gained from doing so. I’m not quite sure what they are, but I would guess that it makes you better in the sack, from the wink-wink-nudge-nudge way in which Beth said it.
So, I guess the way that Kelly and I are supposed to bond now is to look deep into each other’s eyes, and, with longing and affection, realize how much we mean to each other…and then have a kegel-off. Cue the Dueling Banjos music.
I was walking through the break room during lunch on my way to get a soda. There was a man standing at a table in the middle of the room with sliced bread, cold cuts, and various condiments spread out before him. Even someone with ramen noodles filling their brain cavity would have been able to tell that this man was actively engaged in making a sandwich.
As I completed my carbonated transaction, a blonde woman – dyed blonde, no less — walked into the room and inquired of Sandwich Boy:
“Making a sandwich?”
Let’s see… Prices dropped all the way up until election day, after which they magically started rising again. The timing is uncanny.
(Am I being too cynical?)
The Democrats certainly had a good night last night. They took control of the House, and it’s looking increasingly likely that they’ll have a slim majority in the Senate, too. Both Democratic Senate candidates in Montana and Virginia, the two undecided states, have 4-digit leads, so their chances in a recount are very good.
I’m very excited about this. If you have been reading this blog (or any of its predecessors) for any time at all, you know that I’m not a fan of the Bush administration and his rubber-stamp Congress. Just having control of the House would have been fine by me, so gaining control of the Senate is icing on the cake (and fairly remarkable, since the probability of them doing so was small).
So the easy part is done. We won control of the House and (presumably) the Senate. Now comes the hard part of fixing what has been broken and getting our country back on the right track. Are the newly-elected Democratic majorities up to the task? Can they take on the Most Stubborn President Ever and win?
Remember my earlier post about election candidates who died prior to their election, yet still won anyway? Well, it has happened again:
PIERRE, S.D. – A woman who died two months ago won a county commissioner’s race in Jerauld County on Tuesday.
Democrat Marie Steichen, of Woonsocket, got 100 votes, defeating incumbent Republican Merlin Feistner, of Woonsocket, who had 64 votes. [...]
Peterson said voters knew Steichen had died.
“They just had a chance to make a change, and we respect their opinion.”
You have to be extremely incompetent or corrupt in order to lose to a two month-old corpse. I applaud the voters for doing the right thing. If Feistner wasn’t being an effective and fair public servant, I’m glad they booted him out of office, even if it means the position is vacant for the time being.
And it’s about time (MSNBC). She was the only thing that he had going for himself. Aside from the fact that he (ostensibly) is a very good dancer, he is an absolute zero.
Because they have two young boys, it is sad to see Brit and K-Fed split up, but I have to be honest with you: I don’t think he was going to be winning any Father of the Year awards anytime soon. It seems like he was always in Vegas or New York or anywhere else but at home with the kids, partying his balls off and promoting his DOA rap career.
Wise decision, Britney. Now the hard part is getting back out there and salvaging what’s left of your career.
(Man, aren’t I just the little celebrity gossip whore today?)