Josh's Floating House...

...or, where we'll be living after 12-21-12...

Mas Math Humor

Speaking of which:  Recently, the girl child has expressed interest in becoming a therapist when she grows up.  And not just any therapist, but the doctor kind (they get paid more).  Hopefully, it's not a case of doctor heal thyself.  Anyway, if she travels this path, I couldn't be prouder and am looking forward to all the free psychological help.

Stupor Bowl

A little something the wife whipped up for the big game.

My third attempt of live blogging the super bowl.  Steam of consciousness away:

• Woke up to the Old Man Show, which ran a story on Pi that lasted 3:14
• Took Josh and his other brother to the skim boarding center of the universe, where the waves were impressive and the sun was radiant
• Me and the boys took in The Shwack for some pre-game gastro intake
• Watched a little Puppy Bowl VIII with the girl child
• The wifey and daughter actually went to Auntie Beth's boss' house to "watch" the game
• Josh going to Michael to hang out; so, just me and the Cubster watching the commercials game
• Dug the pre-game tribute to Walter Payton.  Sweetness still da man
• Blake Shelton's America the Beautiful would have put me to sleep, if not for Miranda Lambert's shiny purple microphone
• Kelly Clarkson knocked out the national anthem, per usual
• Heck of a coin toss.  Who picks tails?
• Cool Hyundai/"Gonna Fly Now" commercial.  Too bad they make cars, not planes
• Bud Light Platinum?  A fancy, crappy beer?
• Really, $3.5 million to advertise vampire killing headlights? 
• The refs must have seen Giselle in the stands, because they just took the game away from Brady.
• Really Pepsi?  $3.5 million to make Elton disappear.  Ok, that was worth it.
• Apocalyptic Big Boy.  And TWINKIES!  Raining frogs.  My fav commercial (Chevy) so far.
• All Giants so far.  I just said that.
• So, doing your taxes is like peeing in a pool?
• Waste of Clysdales. 
• Clumsy Polar Bears?  I don't get it.
• Another awesome Chevy commercial, set to "We are young"
• Gronkowski...sounds like he should be playing for da Bears
• Mr. Quigley!
• Second quarter...all Pats
• MadonnaBowl
• That guy on the wire was freakin' me out.
• And Uncle Cee-lo makes an appearance.
• Up With People who?
• Clint Eastwood for president
• 3rd quarter...meh
• Marry bacon!!!
• And then there was The Darkness.  I believe in a thing called love...
• I believe it's all Giants.

Hike above the homestead

Off-roading pooch

Ocean

Moment of Zen

Awoke in the darkness to take the male child to a pre-dawn surf squad practice.  While he was surfing, I surfed over to Surfin' Donuts and partook.  And then, I went to the gym.  And then, I had another donut.

Dia de la Marmota

Human sacrifice, dogs and cats living together... mass hysteria! - Dr. Peter Venckman, Ghostbusters

Dunh, dunh....dunhhhhh

What? No National Squirrel Day?

This February 2, at 7:25 and 30 seconds...Punxsutawney Phil, Seer of Seers, Sage of Sages, Prognosticator of Prognosticators, and Weather Prophet Extraordinaire, emerged reluctantly, but alertly from his hole in Punxsutawnewy, PA...and stated in Groundhogese, "I definitely see a shadow."  That's right people, six more weeks of nuclear winter.  Let's make this year a little bit  more apocalyptical, shall we?

And in more Signs of the Apocalypse:

• Newt Gingrich actually one a primary.  Sure, it was only South Carolina.  They're all a little daft there - from the humidity.
• The Cubs are still undefeated.
• Ferris Bueller has sold out.  Ferris...freakin'...Bueller.  That righteous dude!  See his upcoming Superbowl ad for a freakin' Honda.

Oh, the horrors...

  

Leap Month....or Feburritoary

The good news is...we get an extra day this month.

Yo no quiero Taco Bell!

The bad news is...who want's an extra day in February?  What would have been so bad about an extra day in May?

The good news is...I got a new job today paying $50 an hour!
The bad news is...they only hired me for half an hour.

The good news is...it was at Taco Bell, taste testing burritos.  I have been training for this my whole life.
The bad news is...it was tasting burritos.  Aye Caramba!  No more burritos...