Random Sunday

I'd make that a meme, but I'm too lazy.

Here are various thoughts running around in my head that could be blogs on their own, but I'm too lazy to explore the details of each one. Consider this blog a light read for the bathroom.

• We're disappointed in John Edwards. We liked him as a candidate. Now it turns out that he slept around behind his sick wife's back. For shame, John Edwards. For shame. He would have made a great VP.



• I'm waiting to hear whether or not we scored tickets to Obama's speech at Mile High Stadium (Invesco Field at Mile High, if you want to be a corporate stickler). I volunteered to do phone calls and to walk to the stadium since we live so close to it. Will the sun shine upon us, ninja warrior, and let us watch this historic event? We'll see...



• The opening ceremony for The Olympics was a hoot. I spent a fine evening with Shoes and Pie and Marge in Real Life as we made fun of (critiqued, if you prefer) outfits for each country. I love that Cuba had no imagination (communism sucks that right out of the country, you know) and went with bland, gray suits. America looked like a club full of yacht and golf enthusiasts with their smart jackets and "go faster hats" as Phil calls them. China looked like gaudy conventioners in Vegas. The highlight of the fashion show was comparing all of the hats. I am convinced that each country should have to wear their opening ceremony outfits in their prospective competitions. Wouldn't that make for interesting events? Come on, wouldn't you watch Zimbabwe or Malawi athletes trying to swim in traditional tribal dress?



• I have a complete girl crush on Shoes and Pie, and meeting Marge in Real Life, well, in real life (heheh) was an exquisite event. Yay for cool bloggie ladies! She wrote fabulous things about me, so of course I must return the favor. This lovely lady has moxie and fun and wit, if I ever did see them. That ding dang cute kid of hers had Amos wrapped around his finger. If you are a blogger and have yet to venture out and meet real people behind the keyboard who live near your domicile, you are really missing out. People you will really dig are just one social gathering away from becoming your total BFFs with SWAK and TTYL on top. Maybe even with some XOXO thrown in for good measure.



• The diet is going well. If I can ever figure out FTPs and uploads and stick this zip file in this here thingy over there kind of stuff, then I'll get that blog going. Damn you, Wordpress, and your lack of doing things for me automatically!



• Sometimes, after a whiskey and a few beers, Phil may or may not slightly miss the bowl when he is evacuating his bladder. Oooh! Did I just say that?



• Amos learned to climb stairs at the Shoes and Pie event. In fact, that is ALL that he did the entire night. Up the stairs. Down the stairs. Up the stairs. Down the stairs. Punctuated with a few rounds of "Hey! I can stick my body through the railing and I'll do it and make your heart stop when you realize that I might fall and break my neck!" Try chasing a toddler who is putting on that kind of circus act while balancing a cup of water. Yay for babies.



• I went to the zoo Friday morning with a few ladies who had babies around the time that Amos was born. Yet another meet-up I've had lately with people I know on the Internetz but have yet to meet face to face. Woohoo! Amos was the only boy amongst the ladies, and he made his slick toddler moves on an older girl. He did this while near the lion display, so perhaps he is trying to tell me that he likes cougars. Ba da boom.



• Sad goodbye to Isaac Hayes. You bastards! You killed Chef!

And that's how it was.