Good bye Boner...

Alas, Boner has been found. Unfortunately not in the way we had hoped. Andrew Koenig was found dead yesterday with reports that he had taken his own life. It really saddens me... nothing in this world is worth that. As the great Charlie Chaplin once said, "Nothing is permanent in this wicked world- not even our troubles". Hope you're at peace now Boner.

Olympians and boner watchers ...

Hating the Olympics does not make me evil or unAmerican. I really don't care if Norway curls better than us. Dancing on ice would be funner to watch if it was being done by giant furry characters tripping themselves up because of the weight of their oversize heads. To be fair, I can't stand golf on t.v. either. So you see, it's not just the Olympics. I only bring it up because that's ALL anyone's talking about... websites, news, magazines...everywhere you go, there it is. I even saw a program showing you how to incorporate the Olympian fashions into your every day wardrobe. Why in the hell would you want to do that? If you're not goin for the gold, DON'T DRESS LIKE YOU ARE! That's a no brainer. You wouldn't want to look like a jackass now would you? Of course not. Now don't get your panties in a bunch if you happen to be one of the kabillion individuals who can't seem to tear your eyes away from the t.v. during this fascinating time. I'm not bashing you here. Just putting it out there that some of us fine upstanding Americans just aren't interested. Keep in mind there are many other news worthy things still happening. What about the disappearance of boner? Yeah, you may have not seen him since the days of Growing Pains but it's still important damn it. He just so happened to be last seen at the Olympics. So as your watching hours of sledding, skiing, or whatever happens to be on tonight, scan the crowd for boner. We must all unite to bring him home!

The law of the land

Murphy's law: "Anything that can go wrong will go wrong". This law must have come in to affect the day I was born. I never know what each day will bring. What I do know is that there will always be some unfortunate event at the most inconvenient time. Just this morning as we're rushing to get Pickle out the door, it's discovered that the cat had decided to puke in his shoe. Of course she did... he is after all the only person in this house who doesn't own an extra pair of tennis shoes. As I'm scrubbing them down, we hear the bus as it carries on to school without him. Thus of course leaving me with no alternative but to take him to school. Wouldn't be a big deal if he went to school in the town in which we live. Honestly though, I wasn't mad. When your life is a series of unfortunate events, a sense of humor becomes your best trait. Oh how I laughed. They say laughter is good for your heart. With my life, I must be developing one hell of a strong heart. Pickle, on the other hand, found it less than amusing.
The cat... pretty talented if you ask me. Not a drop outside of the shoe.