Wednesday, July 30, 2008
The Funny Lawn Care Fellow of facebook
I saw this ad on facebook this morning and it caught my attention so forcefully that I had to copy it and put it here.
First off, could he not really have come up with a more interesting name than "The Lawn Coach?" How about "Snappy the Lawn Jockey" or "The Nut Grass Nut-Job." The name he has might work if he at least looked irreverent or off-kilter. I don't know, perhaps his shirt could say something like, "I whack more than weeds," or (hold on to your boots for this one) instead of an arrow through his head it could look like he has a mower blade wedged in his skull. Something off-kilter like that. Anything would be better than him grimacing in his white crew neck undershirt.
And just exactly how irreverent is this lawn care advice going to be? "Wait 'til you hear his bit on mulching. You're gonna die!"
One more thing, we should all be clear that the irreverent advice offered applies only to home lawns. Don't click the link expecting to see some humorous take on mowing parking lot islands or core aerating football fields.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
What's a Nee Nee For?
Saturday night my wife and I were discussing the purchase of a gift for a birthday party happening the next day. I went to the Interwebs and looked up the hours for a local toy store. I told her they were open from noon to four. She asked me to repeat what I said and I did.
From her perspective, I entered the room and said "Nee nee for." The misunderstanding resulted in the following exchange:
Me: "Nee nee for."
Her: "What did you say?"
Me: "Nee nee for."
Her: "What's a nee nee for?"
Me: "I think you know. I mean, you've had five children!"
From her perspective, I entered the room and said "Nee nee for." The misunderstanding resulted in the following exchange:
Me: "Nee nee for."
Her: "What did you say?"
Me: "Nee nee for."
Her: "What's a nee nee for?"
Me: "I think you know. I mean, you've had five children!"
Thursday, July 17, 2008
The Case of the Mysterious White Powder
A small white packet containing a mysterious white powder has appeared in our kitchen. You can see it in the picture there, behind the roll of paper towels.
The packet is an envelope, kind of like the ones you get your cash back in when you go through the bank drive-thru.
For all I know, it's also similar to the packet in which people deliver crystal meth. What about cocaine? Do they deliver it in envelopes or is it so commercialized now that itcomes in a tube like Pixie Sticks?
We have a lot of people through our house. Why, jut in the past 5 days we've had two women who help us with the kids, a plumber (twice), the fellow refinishing part of our basement offices, three missionaries, two gents who helped set up a rented inflatable water slide, three folks who help us keep the place clean, an appliance repair man, a travelling saleman hawking "Tuf Job" cleaner, and a dance instructor. Okay, I made up some of those. You have to guess which ones. The point is, we have a lot of people who come through our house, and any of them could have left it there.
Perhaps it is a plant and some kind of theatrical raid will go down late one night. Perhaps a dirty cop played by Willem Defoe will hold the envelope up in a gloved hand, waving it under my nose. "And what do we have here?" he'll ask.
One of the other dirty cops will grab my arms and hold them behind my back. "I've never seen that before in my life," I'll say.
"We'll see about that down at headquarters," Willem will say. "Yes, Mr. Ruh-va-ray, we'll see about that."
The envelope is a little dirty. I splattered chocolate Silk all over the place in a hilarious hand mixer incident. That's another hilarious (not hilarious) item for some future post. You can see little chocolate droplets on the paper towels and back by the outlet. I discovered the envelope while cleaning up after that mishap. There is a lot of powder in there, like 1/3 of a cup.
Perhaps I should taste it. It is in the kitchen, so chances are it's food. But what if it's some kind of drug? Does acid come in a convenient powder form? I'd take some and smear it on my gums, only to lapse into some kind of permanent hallucinogenic fit, leaving my wife and 5 children behind to feed me malt-o-meal while I rant about "The butterflies, my God, the butterflies."
I guess I'll start asking around tomorrow. Perhaps one of the 40 people parading through my home will have some answers for me. Until then, if you have any tips, please leave them in the comment section.
Monday, July 14, 2008
Disturbing Photo
Check out the disturbing picture I just found on EOntarioNow. It comes alongside an article about how a protstate drug can help prevent bone loss in men. What on earth is that?
It might be a doorbell. I'd love to have one of those right next to the front door. Put on your gloves and ring the bell.
Wednesday, July 09, 2008
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