MindlessChatter

It is no great secrete that I hate the local news. I’m not sure if it is the ‘news’ stories that they feel we as the general public should be interested in or the forced banter that they are required to use in between segments but I have a hard time listening to the show without becoming incredibly irate. Which tends to stress out Bibliowife because she really likes the news and at one point in her life even aspired to be an anchor. I’ve apologized to her multiple times by explaining that the ‘News’ just makes me want transform into Stabby McTroll (aka Mr. Internet Commenter Man) and filth starts spewing from my mouth similar the comments on a religious video posted on YouTube. She doesn’t appreciate the comments that I feel are necessary following a ‘story’ about a ‘local’ 42 year old man who was asked to leave a Wal-Mart in Mississippi for wearing Hello Kitty sandals and pig tails (followed by a comment from the sports guy “*chuckle* Well that is a bit creepy. *chuckle*). The only sa

BiblioWife is no longer allowed to yell at me for impulse buying because nothing can compare to the recent purchase of a certain family member. Large purchases in itself are not that big of a deal because with the exception of one bacheloring jack-ass living it up in Hawaii*, we each have families and homes that require lots of attention (read “throw money at”) from time to time. It wasn’t the cost of the item but the mere size of the object that made me stop mid stride while my brain tried to find a reason why such a purchase was necessary. A few long seconds later brain finally gave up in protest and in an attempt to understand the situation I put some intelligent questions to said family member: - “Wait, what?” --obviously my intelligence knows no bounds “I bought a piano.” - “Huh?” --see a theme here? “Dude, it’s awesome” - “Yea ok, but you don’t play the piano.” “Not the point” - “Does Capt’n Wifey play?” “No, but it looks awesome in the living room.” - “Please tell me

Each of my boys has to read a certain number of minutes each day to satisfy school requirements.  Normally this isn’t that big of a deal because they like to read and are generally pretty good at it, except for the fact that they like to read the same books over and over again.  I tried encouraging them to read something new, especially some of my old favorites, but they keep returning to the same books even sneaking them when I wasn’t looking.  I’m not going to lie, I was a little proud that they enjoyed a book so much that they would prefer that over a new one but I wanted them to expand a little.  In an effort to get them reading something new I let them peruse one of my treasured books  The Complete Calvin and Hobbes Collection , under close supervision of course.  Bibliochild1 loved it and even read a few strips to Bibliochild2.  I could hear them giggling in the next room and it brought a smile to my face and a tear to my eye.