Goofy Headline of the Day

Source: Yahoo!/ABC News

"Sarah Palin: 'Nancy Pelosi Is a Dingbat'

(My childish response: "It takes one to know one" or "That's the pot calling the kettle black"

The Heat Is On

This was one of those days that if  Satan visited South Carolina, he would have left quickly to get back to Hell where it was cooler. "It's hot" doesn't quite describe the conditions of the last few days.

Noah and Owen are in their All-Star Tournaments in this heat. I missed Noah's game last night because at 6:00 pm it was 103 degrees. (Owen's team lost two in a row so they are out of the competition and Noah's team has won two games and plays tomorrow evening.)

Cole also had a three-day tournament in Lexington, SC, where it was even hotter than it was here. It was 108 there the first day and didn't get much better the next two days. We attended today. The opposing team had played at 9:00 am and then had to play our team at 11:30 am. Both their pitcher and catcher had to be replaced because of the heat. We were ahead in the fifth inning, and the other team's coach ceded the game. His guys were just too hot and tired to continue.

I don't deal well with the heat. I was completely miserable through the whole game even though I was under a canopy and had a battery-operated fan. The five hours on the road didn't help much either. I should have stayed home, but I get very worried about Mr. Fixit on road trips alone to new places even with his GPS unit. He is--how do I put this--directionally challenged. I also worry because he watches the GPS instead of the road.

When we came home, we both went to bed. I took a nap, but he's still there and it's 9:00 pm. He doesn't like to admit how tired he gets.

It's supposed to cool a bit tomorrow. The high temperature is predicted to be 97.

Landlord Tales

Our older son has some “interesting” tenants in his trailer mobile home park.

He recently had a person move out owing him money. When the park manager inspected the property, he found a large (6 ft.) reptile in a tank. It was either a python or a boa constrictor. Animal Control was called and picked up the snake.

Goofy Headline of the Day

Source: Local Television News Page

"Man arrested for throwing honey bun at clerk"

It’s a Different World

Sunday morning as Mr. Fixit was getting ready for church, the subject of our son and his wife working in the nursery with the children came up. I asked them exactly what they did. I thought they taught Sunday school.

He explained that they work at a computer and print name tags for each child. He further explained that no one could take a child out except for a parent—even if, for example, a grandparent or other family member known to the security people asks to pick up the child.

“Wait, a second. Did you say security people?” I asked.

“Yes, there are always two people working security around the nursery.”

It’s a sad state of affairs that children require “security” even at church. But it does seem that every week, you read that a pastor, music minister, or youth minister has been arrested for inappropriate actions with young people.

What have we become when children aren’t safe in church? 

What’s Happening

We’ve had a busy spring. Most of our time was spent at baseball games and volley ball. All the grandchildren did really well.

Cole attended his first prom. He and his girlfriend looked so beautiful. I would post pictures, but I don’t like posting photos unless I have permission. I always check with the parents to see if it’s okay, but Cole is old enough now to make that decision.

School is out, and summer sports have begun. Cole’s team travels long distances for their tournaments. This past week we travelled three times to Columbia, SC, which is a five hour round trip. The week before that it was several trips to Rock Hill and York, SC. Both are very pretty towns. Those were also 5 hour round trips. The weather hasn’t been too hot yet; I’m thankful. The price of gasoline is down, too, thank goodness. (It’s down to $2.96 a gallon at a few places.)

Both Noah and Owen are on travel teams. Owen has had one tournament, and Noah’s will began after his All-star game in a few weeks (I think).

Levi is signing up for football—not flag football, but full contact. It’s enough to make this grandmother tremble.

Mr. Fixit has seen his new cardiologist. I hope this guy works out. He said that after reviewing the records from Dr. Doofus it seems that Mr. Fixit is doing great! From his lips to God’s ear. He (Mr. Fixit just came it and said he needs to see the eye doctor again. He’s been having a problem with one of his eyes since the cataract surgery. Crap!

Noah, our soon-to-be seventh grader, suggested that I read The Hunger Games. I’m about half way through. It’s not bad.

We had our primary elections last Tuesday. There was a little problem statewide. It seems that many candidates failed to file correctly and the court decided that weren’t eligible and were kicked off the ballot. Some counties tried to cancel the whole process. Only a very small percentage of voters chose to participate. It’s always something. 

Creepy!

I gave in and downloaded Google Chrome. I'm not pleased with it, but some supernatural forces must have been at work here. My Explorer has been going a little screwy, and I get these little error messages telling me that my browser had stopped working. This was happening several times a day. I haven't had it happen since I began using Chrome. But, as I said before, I'm not crazy about it.

Anyway, this morning I clicked on "Tools" to get to my bookmarks and noticed something I had paid not attention to before. Listed on the menu was "New Incognito Window." I thought maybe it would allow me to disguise myself with Groucho glasses complete with mustache. It seems that it actually allows you to "hide" any site you may visit on the internet. It must be a godsend to very handy if you are a cheating spouse who has signed up for a dating service or if you spend time with Debbie of Dallas fame. You could also use it for a lot of serious creepiness that you wouldn't want your family to see. No more "Oops!" Wifey found your favorite porn site or little Johnny received his first sex education class in living color.

I can't for the life of me think of one legitimate reason for offering this service. I may be naive, but this takes creepy to a whole new level.