IMPEACHMENT!

By the loading dock at the building I work in, there are dumpsters surrounded on three sides by brick walls. The other side has gates which are supposed to be held in place with pegs that fit into tubes in the ground. The problem is that the tubes are filled with dirt, sand snow and ice. In addition, the pegs are bent and no longer slide into the tubes - even if they weren't filled with stuff. When the wind blows, the gates swing freely, slam into the walls (and cars that are parked in the area) with a pleasant squeak-slam, squeak slam. This is absolutely scandalous and is known as dumpstergate.

Do Not Let The Cheese Separate.

Our daughter wanted to help with dinner tonight. I mean insisted on helping; in particular she wanted to make the cheese sauce for the fettuccine. She said if I told her how she would make it. I told her what to do and she did it. She even made me leave the room (Mommy stayed to keep her out of danger.) I must have had her use too much flour (Wondra) because it turned out too thick. Her immediate response was "Oh, we'll just add a little more milk." A splash or two of moo juice and it was perfect. Smooth, velvety, and yummy. I was jealous. The first time I tried to make a cheese sauce it was yummy, but grainy and anything but smooth and velvety. She even added a little pepper and Tabasco sauce for flavor. Maybe the next lesson should be shrimp scampi?

Is There A Point Spread?

I am at a loss as to what to blog on tonight, so I just asked my daughter. She in turn asked mommy. Mommy said to blog about a mini furniture rearrangement in our house. We moved the small roll-top desk that was in the living room into our daughter's room and moved the cedar chest and small fish tank that was there into the living room. We hope this helps with making homework time homework time and not try to ignore the TV time. Will it work? The spirit of Jimmy The Greek is calculating the odds as I blog.

What Is A Rambutan

In reference to a couple of posts ago - these are rambutans. I know them as nga

When Judges Lie And Suck Toes.

I planned on talking one of the science fair folks about the science fair "comparison issue" today when I was picking my daughter up for a dentist appointment, but Kim decided to just do the project she was going to do anyway. This is probably good since her past projects (involving comparisons) have done well. This is also a good thing because I didn't want to confront someone about something that is probably due to a nine-year-old's misunderstanding of the issue. I can just picture myself getting snotty and saying something like "I have a Master's degree in science and I know science so there!" with the nasal nerdish voice I have been blessed with. This would have been met with a "Well I'm a professional librarian and in charge of the judges, so there back!" Within minutes this would have moved to "Liar liar pants on fire." and "So so suck your toe all the way to Mexico." So it's a good thing Kim decided not to worry about it.

Comparing Apples to Rambutans, or Turnips Even.

Last night after getting Kim to bed, I started channel surfing and came across the Coyotes game. I was amazed to see the score at 5 to 3 in Phoenix's favor. Then I realized they were playing Detroit and was amazeder. Then I noticed there were 10 minutes left in the third - yup amazederer. I felt like an idiot for not finding the game earlier, but got over it quickly once the desert doggies scored again. Final score 6 - 3. The mangy mutts do not beat the Red Wings just any day, and for the second time in two days there was much happiness in Glendale, albeit different venues. In other news one of the science fair folks in charge of the judges told Kim today that "comparing things is not a science project." This leaves me wondering if comparing a "control" to an "experiment" group means it is not science. Needless to say this leaves our daughter very confused and frustrated. I think I need to find this person and ask her what she really meant. It might be that Kim needs to redesign her experiment to something that has no comparisons.

Dill or Sweet?

When we were picking our daughter up from her after school program today, one of the directors informed us that she and another girl called a boy a bad name. She apologized immediately and all was well - aside from the grounding we were sure would result. We were not told what the name was and figured we would get it out of her on the drive home. Once we were in the car, I asked what the name was. Nothing could ever prepare me for this answer: "Pickle Hater." Yes, it appears that one of her classmates does not like pickles. We have not devised a punishment, but I did ask what she would think if someone called her "Lutefisk Liker." "Wouldn't care." was the response. So what is the punishment for calling someone "Pickle Hater?"

The Who Are Going To What?

Last week I asked whoever is responsible for making the Cardinals act non Cardinalsish to keep doing it. I would like to thank you for doing such despite the fact that you made me think you stopped doing it. Just try saying "The Arizona Cardinals are Going to the Super Bowl." without some hint of surprise/disbelief in your voice. I do not consider myself a Cardinals fan, but it is nice to see them 1) have a post season and 2) do well in said post season. The organization has been wandering the NFL wilderness in search of a win for several decades. They have asked the great NFL Pharaoh "Let our team win." on several occasions only to be told "No." As I write this, another Phoenix sports team is trailing the Oilers 4 to 3 near the end of the 2nd period. They too are wandering the wilderness in search of enough wins to have a post season. So just in case this hasn't been asked: "Oh, great Lord Stanley, let our Coyotes win." Yes, I know there are also the Suns and Diamondbacks, but my major sports hierarchy goes like this: HOCKEY! - FOOTBALL - Baseball - basketball.

They're Baaaaaaack!

It seems that the forces at NAU decided that since the students are back from winter break, they should dig the snow out from around the bike racks -- if they can find them. It makes me wonder what they spent the last week doing, and why they decided to wait until doorways, handicap railings, etc. are congested with bicycles. The good news is people are finding their bikes that were covered with around 3 feet of snow as the racks are uncovered. At this rate Jimmy Hoffa will be found alive and well and living in a steam tunnel under the Physics building.

What happened last night?

Where are the Arizona Cardinals, what have you done with them, and can you keep doing it? When was the last time you saw the coach smile like that? Even the desert doggies pulled it off.

How much this time?

I like snow. I mean I like new snow. However, I am getting tired of the windrows (snow berms) piled up along the roads, reducing residential streets to about 1.5 car widths. With more snow on the way, things will only get narrower. Did Flag forget that snow is supposed to melt between snowfalls? The good thing is that the little bit we are about to get will touch-up the old snow to make things look fresh again. I might even get to fire up the blower again.