Amnesia

I wanted to wish you and yours a most happiest of holidays. Whether you have gifts under your tree, celebrate with 8 nights, or make merry with Kwanzaa, my family wishes yours a most prosperous and wonderful New Year. Let’s ring in ‘07 with well wishes, thoughts of peace and serenity.

 Happy Holidays –

 Kate, William, Lexie and Allyson

My daughter was playing with her big sister’s barbies the other night at the kitchen table. One of them sings a song that basically states;

I’m just like you
You’re just like me
It’s something anyone can see
The heart that beats
The heart that speaks the truth
Yes, I am a girl like you.

 Well apparantly, she’s NOT a girl like Allyson. For my daughter was playing happily with the silent (and naked) barbie just fine. I was putting laundry away when I heard the familiar song and then the obviously upset cries from my redheaded sprite. I ran to the other room to see if she was hurt, and after a quick examination, I surmised that she was uninjured.

About five minutes later, the same thing happened again. Rushing to her side, nothing was physically wrong. She calmed down and five minutes later…

So what did I do, to commiserate in misery…I video taped and slapped it up on youtube. I’m such an evil mommy.

 Click here for the brainwashing Barbie.

Now, I don’t know… but I’m wondering if she just thinks naked barbies just aren’t supposed to sing, or she really didn’t like that ‘You’re a sheep, so conform to all that is Barbie’ song. I’d like to think with the brains she’s exibited in the past, that it was the later. You go, Allyson — be yourself!

My friend Peter Hodges is at it again. I challenge each of you to go to a recent post and read what it truly meant to see the face of God, back on the night of his birth.

To those of you who the spirit has not touched, it’s a great story non-the-less.

With out further ado, I bring you the ‘The Shepherd’s Story’ by Peter Hodges.
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As we approach this holiday season and I’m reminded of years past, when I would have to do all of the wrapping for the presents, Dave Barry has compiled some great tips for you men out there during this very festive holiday season. Enjoy.
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It’s been a busy weekend. On Thursday, I managed to fall down the stairs at 2 a.m. No, I wasn’t drunk. I was half asleep and responding to the cries of my 2 year old daughter. My foot missed a step, and down I went. It was odd, as my body hit the floor and every part screamed with pain, I couldn’t help thinking; ‘I really hope I didn’t wake up Alicia.’ But alas, she came bounding down the stairs to see if I was alright.

 Short story, a (as Dr. Cox from Scrubs would put it) haaaayyyyoooojjjjaaahhh bruise on my ass, and a broken wrist with other assorted aches and pains in my body.

In summary, becareful you go down the stairs slowly at 2 a.m. in the dark you’ll find there is really nothing to hold on to as you tumble down into the gates of hell.

Can someone please tell me why this is newsworthy? Please? I’m ripping out my own hair, trying to answer this insanely difficult question.

 Texas Tostido

I see wagon wheels in pasta all the damn time. Is that worthy of a picture in the paper atleast?

I’m in the market for a new car. As I start doing research, and contacting dealerships, I’m finding the nasty side of car buying. One of the first dealerships to get back to me, tried to get me to place a deposit down on a car I’ve never even seen, let alone test driven.

I knew I was in trouble, when the first words out of her mouth were, “Are you able to come down for a special no-obligation test drive?” I would like to have seen the look of shock on her face when I replied, “Oh, so anyone that normally comes into your dealership and test drives a  vehicle has to buy it?”

Looking back, was there urgency in my voice? Perhaps I sounded like a woman who just needed to get a new car, today. Considering that’s not the case, I’m giving them one more chance to come up with a reasonable offer. Now, that I now what kind of pressure tactics I’m up against, I’m slowing way the hell down to make the right decision. After all, it’s my money.

In order to get the maximum enjoyment out of my Christmas tree this year, I put it up the day after Thanksgiving. I started the tradition of hanging candy canes on the branches near the Darth Vader and Disney ornaments. I don’t think they make the original peppermint ones anymore (since all I could find were specialty flavors), so I bought the Willie Wonka Gobstopper brand. While immediately taking me back to my childhood as it was one of my favorite candies, (inserts flashback of Kate pulling out the sugar ball that had changed a different color and proceeding to show it to her jealous friends) I neglected to think of it’s appeal to my own children.

 Today, I found out the reach of my two year old. She shook the tree, so half the ornaments fell off. Grabbed her candy cane, and proceeded to eat it from the inside out. Allyson was very adept at sucking the candy out of the wrapper and then spitting the waste on the floor.

Yes, I could have stopped her as she approached the tree, but the curious side of me wanted to see how smart she was. I have no reservations about saying that my daughter would definitely survive, should I perish in some unforeseen napalming incident. Today, she proved she is one of the fittest and smartest babies I have had the privilege to know.

Mmm. There is nothing like getting nice and cozy near a sexy woman cylon. Until of course, she tries to kill you.

I can not say enough about this show. One of my friends decided to watch it, and in turn got me addicted. There is politics, sex, war, drama, comedy, love, hate and death. It has to be one of my favorite shows on TIVO right now, next to Scrubs. I’d count Firefly in there, but Fox did a piss poor job with marketing that one.

Back to the matter at hand, Battlestar Galactica. It’s incredible. It hooks you in from the 3 hour miniseries and doesn’t let go. It’s so compelling, that I found myself literally cheering at the screen during some scenes. The word, ‘Frak’ has decently replaced the other four letter bomb that had frequently peppered my vocabulary, much to the chagrin of my friends and family.

The cast of the show is simply amazing. Edward James Olmos as Commander William Adama, Mary McDonnell as President Laura Roslin, Katee Sackhoff as a female Starbuck, Jaime Bamber as Captain Lee Adama, James Callis as Dr. Gaius Balter, Grace Park as Lt. Sharon Valerii, and Tricia Helfer as Number Six.

There are so many more talented actors on this show that I really can’t even name them all. I got to meet Grace Park at a Sci-Fi Convention in the area. She’s even more beautiful in person, and really sweet.

Anyway, catch the show on Sci-Fi every friday at 9 p.m est, (or TIVO if you’re too busy blowing shit up on computer games)

So I bowed under the pressure and finally went out and bought BF2142.

All I can say, is “Holy Shizzer.” It’s fantastic, when you’re not playing on Titan Mode.  (although, when you get to launch yourself  in a pod at the huge enemy ship, it’s pretty fracken awesome.)

There is something almost primal when I hear the sound of an EMP going off or a mech walker coming my way. It completely freaks me out. The only way I can possibly explain the feeling is if I’ve experienced the sound and feel of it.

Did any of you sort of shiver when the raptors came on screen during Jurassic Park? Your conscience self couldn’t have experienced the monsters live, but there was something about their intense gaze and amazing speed that made you want to duck for cover.

This game feels the same. Instead of reveling in the past as you would face to face with a Velociraptor, perhaps this what our human instinct is preparing us for in the future. Our footfalls overshadowed by a large mechanical robot who’s out to gun us down.

Scary future, but hell of a game right now…