Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Bread bags in your boots
My sister sent me a birthday card in which she reminisced about sledding down Linden St. I had forgotten that mom put bread bags on under the boots to keep our socks dry.
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Stuisms
“He's hurt.”
“How did he get hurt?”
“He fell.”
“How did he fell?” [sic]
“He tripped.”
“How did he trip?”
“On a rock.”
“Why did the rock trip him?”
“How did he get hurt?”
“He fell.”
“How did he fell?” [sic]
“He tripped.”
“How did he trip?”
“On a rock.”
“Why did the rock trip him?”
Sunday, December 16, 2007
The Romans
“Daddy, who were the people who killed Jesus and nailed him to a cross?”
“The Romans.”
“Thanks, Daddy. Stuart, we’re the Romans!”
“The Romans.”
“Thanks, Daddy. Stuart, we’re the Romans!”
Monday, October 22, 2007
The Data Age
A friend of mine reminded me this morning of a trite little aphorism I coined some years back:
It's not the Information Age, it's the Data Age.
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Friday, June 29, 2007
Samisms
I wish everyone in the world could yell their favorite thing at the same time. Then we would be the noisiest planet, and God would say, "Shhhh!"
Samisms
Mommy, did you know Dark Vader is a Jedi Knight? He is on the Dark side. He used to be Light Vader. He uses a light saver. [Not a dark saver? -Ed.] I like him 'cause he's cool.
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