The Church of Unicorn

So I have been neglecting this little slice of the Internet. Work has been busy. I took a promotion and so I have been busy handing off the duties of my old job while learning the ropes of my new one. Fall shows are in full swing. The house always needs cleaning. The kids are cute and deserve some attention. Excuse, other excuse, made up excuse.

So, I am cranking things up for another blog. I wanted to write about the kid who won't say the pledge because he does not believe that our country currently has, Liberty and justice for all. How he he gets what it means to be an American, than any of the talking heads on FOX news (or CNN and MSNBC for that matter). Liken him to our founding fathers, then ramble on about how if they were alive today they would be deeply saddened with the state of our political system.

I'm not going to do that though. I am going to talk about how if a religion had incorporated Unicorns into it's lore, I would most likely pray at that church.

Now, I often find myself posting religious posts in nature. Mainly because people don't seem to like it when I ramble on how Scientology while ridiculous is no more ridiculous than Catholicism. How I think that it is crazy that people spend their whole lives devoted to something, giving money to something, in the hopes that they are saved upon death, only to potentially just die. Then go on to tell them that I do actually believe in god, just no their god. That is the part that bugs them the most.

As of today, I have decided that my god rides a unicorn. Because Unicorns are awesome.

My god also likes pranks. He (yes my god is a dude, deal with it) has always felt that for the most part, he will let us live our lives and let things run their course. He's the parents that lets us make mistakes, and then learn from them. Except for the times when we can't find our keys the days we are running late for work, or the remote when the channel is on Yo Gabba Gabba, and the new episode of the Office is on. When you trip in the hall, on nothing, that's my god.

He also is a big fan of MASH. The years with Frank Burns and Col. Potter.

My god is also okay that you feel it necessary to worship your gods. He get's it, and is cool like that.

Happy Birthday Sesame Street

So if you have not heard, it is Sesame Street's 40th Birthday today. So in honor of the show that helped shape my youth, here are some of my favorite moments. If you want to see more, I recommend you check out here. Trevor and I spent a lot of time watching videos.











And my all time favorite.

Jimmy Fallon, Artie Lange, and Olivia Munn= Genius

Stumbled across this gem of an interview. Thank me later.

A Bra that will save your life....

So, an article at CNN had been peaking my interest for a while. It had to do with some lady winning some sort of award for her Bra/Gas Mask. Turns out that during the time that the actual Nobel Prizes are handed out, an organization called Improbable Research. They hand out the Ig Nobel Prizes.

Go here to see the full list of awards and winners.

Here is a quick highlight of some of the awards.

Peace Prize: Went to some guys who did a study to see if it was better to be hit over the head with a full or empty beer bottle.

Chemistry: Some guy who created diamonds fom Tequilla.

Medicine: To a guy who each day for 60 years cracked the knuckles on one hand and not the other to see if cracking knuckles causes arthritis.

Public Health: To the lady who created a bra that could be used as a gas mask.

So if you are not able to be the President after George Bush, and thus win the Nobel Peace Prize. Maybe you could negotiate a peace accord between the children of the Hatfields and McCoys and get yourself the Ig Nobel Prize.

and they were all fired the next day...

I'll take the salad.

So, I have never really been able to get behind salads. To much ruffage I always say. I'm not a rabbit. So I stay away from them. I don't think I have ever tasted Thousand Island Dressing and I don't like Ranch. French? If it is followed by fries or toast, OK. Otherwise I think I will pass.

I can do a fruit salad. The problem with fruit salad is the time it takes to make it. With your standard lettuce or spinach based salad, you have a fairly easy to prepare base. A fruit based salad does not. Unless you use grapes, but grapes does not a good fruit salad make.

If you have talked to me about salads, you have most likely heard me mention meat salad. I don't think such a thing exists, but if it did, I would be all about it. Maybe with a nice BBQ dressing.

That being said, I am doing the unthinkable, and adopting a diet in which salads will play a role.

Breakfasts, I have been going with Smoothies (Low Fat Yogurt, Two Oranges, Handful of Strawberries, and a Banana) or an English Muffin. For lunch, most days I have gone with a Spinach Salad with strawberries and Banana slices. Then whatever I want for dinner.

I eventually plan on venturing our to different salads, but am happy for now. If nothing else, I don't need to worry about coming down with scurvy anymore.

9

So, it's my son's 9th birthday today. I say this every year, but it is crazy that I have a 9 year old son. I still remember finding out that I was going to be a father, I still remember that Nell was the first person that we told, and calling my parents. I remember going into the hospital an Trevor being born...and watching the olympics with the doctor.

I remember taking him on walks through our old neighborhood, and playing at the park. We would go to the museum at the University and sit and look at the exhibits. It was nice having the varied schedule, and getting to spend full days with him during the week. One of the perks of being in college and having a baby.

I remember dropping him off at day care, and him crying.

I remember that feeling of being proud of him, maybe for a good grade or when he did something really nice for someone without being asked.

Being 9 means he is halfway to 18. I look forward to just as many memories in the coming 9.