Some assorted acts of randomness because when it comes to posting, something is better than nothing don’t you think?
I posted a little humorous graphic on my little Facebook page with the caption “ ‘ I just need to see a couple more political ads on TV then I’ll make my decision’ said no one ever.” I couldn’t agree more frankly. But to be honest, the only I’ve been exposed to this election season have been during the World Series and college football games. Live sports being the only bastion of live TV left in our house. And even those ads were muted, we mute the ad breaks and God Bless America segments of the broadcasts.
Not that not patriotic, I just think baseball games are too long to begin and this whole singing yet another “national anthem” like song in the middle of the game to show that we are even more patriotic now that we were before we start doing this is at best disingenuous.
Exile me to Canada if you must.
Speaking of ads and disingenuousness, the ad where the dude comes home in the morning after a night a drinking where brags to his dog about his being all responsible and shit and not driving home last night. I’d like to see a second later when he notices that his house smells like the big pile of dog shit on the carpet. “cuase that it would work at our house.
Might not even take an overnight to get that result.
Speaking of Giggs I had an epiphany about him today. If you know me personally you know the dog follows me around everywhere. Personally I find him one the best dogs I’ve ever owned from a runs away and do what I told him perspective. The problem is the rest of the family, they all hate him. Two kids have been bit by him, nothing serious just a nip here and there to keep them in line and everyone except me has been growled. Actually everyone one know who’s met the dog has been growled at. Hell I’ve been growled at. I don’t take however has he’s learned.
The problem with Giggs, and many corgi’s, especially the Cardigan kind, are working dogs as such are genetically inclined to attach themselves to one person. And for Giggs, that person is me. I’m the boss and he, I’ve decided is the Assistant Boss. Which is why he sees it as his role to keep the other dogs in line around here with the occasional nip. I’m cool with it, the rest of the pack, not so much.
Empty Nesting Trauma
I’ve cooked Thanksgiving dinner for a crowd the last 15-20 years or so, it’s sort of my thing. This year our dinner list has dropped to zero. Basically it will be just the four of us, two kids and two parents. To bad it’s not a Auburn Iron Bowl year for Auburn, I had suggested to the kid that if we had other plans for Thanksgiving this would be a good year to execute on them as there’s no reason to come home, nothing going on here.
I’ve been in trouble with Mrs S before, but this was a big one.