Wow...

I'm still here...I promise.

I've had several issues--mostly computer-related--that have kept me away, but I promise I'm still around, still laughing, crying, living and breathing.

I'll get you caught up on things when I have a chance to sit down a bit longer, but suffice to say that Hunter and Blake have kept me busy, happy, angry, joyful, frustrated, etc...

In other words, they've kept me alive, just like they always have.

I'll be around more, both here and at Second Star to the Right, so I hope you'll start checking back in with me again.

See you soon.

Thanks for reading my ranting,

Brad

More Halloween Goodness...

Just to let you know, there's a heapin' helpin' of Frankenstein's Monster over at Second Star to the Right!

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Brad

Look Over There!

Just wanted to let you know that the second of my Halloween Offerings is up at Second Star to the Right.

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Brad

Meanwhile, back at Second Star to the Right...

I just wanted to let you know that the first of my "Halloween Offerings" is up at Second Star to the Right, and I hope you'll take a look at my "Wake-up Call".

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Brad

Your Attention Please...

*Ahem ahem*

I hope you'll join me for a very special announcement at Second Star to the Right.

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Brad

Where Mashed Potatoes Come From...

We talk about food a lot in my house.

It's something that's very important to us, considering that Blake's first word to me after I pick him up from school is "Eat."

"You can have a snack as soon as we get home, buddy."

"Eat."

You can see what I mean.

This evening on the way to scouts, we discussed something else near and dear to us, also related to food: teeth.

Hunter informed me that people have sharp teeth to eat meat, and flat teeth to eat plants, like corn, broccoli, and peas.

This is where Blake entered the conversation, and those of you who regularly read my blog know that this almost always leads to something amusing.

"Don't forget mashed potatoes," he said. "But we don't have to chew mashed potatoes. 'Cause they're already chewed. By God.

And God doesn't have any germs."

What do you say to this?

The only thing I could think of was "You're right...God doesn't have any germs."

Of course, Hunter wondered why I was laughing so hard and reminded me to "watch the road, Man! Stop laughing and drive before we die!"

I hope to someday understand where Blake's ideas come from, because it's certainly more entertaining than the facts.

I truly love my kids, and cherish the smiles they bring me.

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Brad

Cheese, George Washington, And Not Much In Between...

You know from previous posts that my children say and do some pretty strange things. I don't mind; it gives me great amusement, something to post about, and it also gives me great fodder--along with pictures of Blake riding his scooter through the house buck naked on his way to take a bath--that I will use in the future to mortify them in front of girls they bring home.

The other night we were on our way home from church, and the topic of conversation turned, as it usually does, to cheese.

Despite the fact that cheese is basically milk that sat around so long it turned solid, we like cheese a great deal, and talk about it often.

Yes, now that you mention it, I do lead a very sad existence. But anywho...

From the back seat of the car, Blake asks me, "Daddy, is cheese good for you?"

"Well," says I, "It can be, but like everything else, if you eat too much of it, it can be bad for you."

Blake, ever one to apply his new knowledge to everyday life, says "So if George Washington ate ten thousand pounds of cheese, he'd be really sick."

It took a moment for me to process this statement, but I eventually replied, "George Washington is dead."

"Oh," says Blake. "How much cheese did he eat?"

I have to admit that I'm stumped by this one.

I am mystified (and more than a little entertained) by how a child's mind can come up with the notion that cheese is almost certainly what killed our first president.

You can see why I remain consistently and constantly amused.

And perplexed.

Now I'm wondering when I'll have to field a similar question about yogurt...
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Brad