Random Bits

In a salute to my attention span and ever-decreasing ability to focus on anything that doesn't involve closing my eyes, I shall spout tiny random thoughts at you:

* How is it possible to go through an entire roll of paper towels in one day -- even without the semi-mandatory massive spill of something sticky?

* When getting set up to take some pictures, Sarah suggested she be my lighting tester. We need some better pics of her anyway -- since, as self-appointed lighting tester, 98% of her pics are in a fuzzy blur of not-right bounce light. I agreed, but looked at her blazing pink striped shirt and religious (aka holey) jeans and said I'd want her to change clothes. "But I'm cute." she said sincerely.
Ok.
So now we have pics of her in a bright pink shirt and torn jeans. And, yeah, she looked cute.

* Here is some totally cute for ya: Sarah decided that on Valentines Day she needed to make a special meal for her dad and me. She made us stay out of the kitchen, and only whispers and clatters were heard for many hours. 84 pots and a roll of paper towels later, hubby and I were permitted into the kitchen where we found a candle-lit table, silk flowers, a dinner of pork chops, and, to add to the elegance, diet pepsi and dr. pepper in wine glasses.

* I officially hate Calliou. (http://pbskids.org/caillou). What an annoying little snot. The whiny little Weeble-Wanna be is supervised by an army of stepford parents, teachers and neighbors and lives in a world where he does nothing wrong.
One episode saw Calliou "accidentally" drawing in a Library book. "That's ok, Calliou" said the Librarian... "...I can clean it."
Nooooooooooooooooo.
It is NOT ok. The point is not whether or not she manages to fix his mess, the point is he needs to be told NOT to do it!
Jason and I like to joke that a future episode will show Calliou setting the local mall on fire with gasoline and a blow torch, and then having his parent's say "It's OK Calliou, we knew you were just trying to keep your sister warm."

* STATUS UPDATE: The bike has moved. Don't know when. Don't know how. But it moved. Or finally disintegrated into a pile of rusted dust. Not sure which.

* Jason very kindly greeted his father yesterday with "Bappy Hirthday" and then took off to hang with his friends while the rest of the family did birthday stuff together. He then came home, played some video games, had some cake, and shrugged when his behavior was pointed out to him.

* On the Jason note:
These things are impossible to remember:
-- taking out the trash
-- bringing home a school status report
-- his father's birthday
-- what a trash can is
-- what a laundry basket is
-- what clean dishes vs dirty dishes look like

These things are easy to remember:
-- The release date and spec details of the upcoming Nintendo DSi.
-- DS Guitar Hero Gameplay: "That song is: 'yellow, yellow, yellow, red, blue, long red, blue blue, long yellow, red, red, red, yellow, green, green, long blue, long blue, yellow, long red, green, green, yellow, long yellow, red, blue, long green....'"

* Why does every perishable item have to go on the middle shelf of the refrigerator?

* How is it possible that I can purchase the Extreme Mega Pack of pens at Sam's Club (ie, about 4,694 quantity) and then have nothing to write with two days later?

* If nobody ever uses my black sharpies... then where are they living? Did they form a commune somewhere outside a farm in Utah?