Missing Something?

Friday morning, Tania ran in to the kitchen, and asked anxiously, "Mommy, where go my bum?"
"What," came the confused reply.
"I say, where my bum? I can't find it."
A few moments of silence, then, "Tania, it's your bum. It's where it always is."
Tania turned to see if her mother was correct, and spun around a few times like a puppy chasing her tail. She then looked up and said with a giggle, "Silly bum. It hiding."

Quote of the Week

"In order to understand them, you'd have to be a psychologist and analyze their brain-damaged asses."

Discuss.

Irony

Irony is when you help two other kids with their pinewood derby cars and on the day of the big race, they both beat your son. And they keep him from placing. Sweet.

Mmmmm...

I knew it. Bacon makes everything better. Including financial turmoil, apparently.

Mysteries of the Kingdom

For the past 18 months or so, my job at church has been "the guy who puts together the ward bulletin/sacrament meeting program." It hasn't been a bad calling at all, especially considering some of the other jobs out there (i.e., Cub Scout Leader). It has even allowed me to have a bit of fun.
Last year I decided to put in a small tidbit about the outcome of the annual BYU-University of Utah football game. Since it wouldn't be appropriate to just announce a score, though, I made it in the form of a puzzle. I bolded letters throughout the program which, when put together, spelled "Utah beat BYU 48-24." Apparently, our then-second counselor found the puzzle so interesting that he completely zoned out during a bishopric meeting, staring at the program so intently that the bishop asked what was on his mind.
I couldn't exactly do the same this year, because I had to print up the program about 10 days early due to an out-of-state vacation. But when I got home, I already had a phrase ready to go, couresy of BYU Quarterback Max Hall.
I decided to be a bit more creative with my code this time around, however. Bolding would just be repetitive, so I misspelled words intentionally. Fourteen of them, in fact. Each mistake, in this case, was a clue. I'll post the answer in a couple of days, so if you want a crack at the puzzle, let me know in the comments and I'll send a copy of the program to you.

Therapy?

Clinical Psychologists sometimes have their patients use puppets to act out scenes. The idea is that people will be more likely to say what they actually feel, since it's not "them" actually speaking, it's the puppets. (I know this because I watched "What About Bob?" several years ago.) They also sometimes have children draw pictures, again because they are sometimes more willing or able to draw about a traumatic event than they are to talk about it. (I know this because I regularly watch Law & Order: SVU.)

My son recently drew a picture for and about his cousin. I can only assume (based on the details) that communicating with her is somehow psychologically damaging, and that he decided to just treat himself. Click on the pic for full resolution - and make sure you read the text bubbles.



(From my sister's blog: http://novapages.com/ideablog/life/the-darndest-things/found/ Thanks, Velda!)

Marriage Advice

I don't ordinarily re-post other people's work, but this one killed me. This is from Cake Wrecks, where some brilliant baker gave some lucky couple the best wedding-day advice EVER. On their cake. For everyone to see. Including their parents.


http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/2009/11/wedding-day-advice.html