You drive like an @$$hole
At least, that’s what I’d tell you if you backed your car over a child.
And apparently, it happens more often than you’d think:
Every week in the United States at least 50 children are backed over in driveways or parking lots.
What??? That means that 7 times a day, someone backs up over a child.
That’s incredible. I’m dumbfounded. Speechless, even.
Are there any actuaries out there who can verify this statistic? Is it just a mere case of FUD being used to get gullible parents to attend a seminar?
Wherein I learn that my infant son is a Giants fan
Auntie Darci recently gave Troy his First Giants Tee as a gift. Here is the ensuing conversation regarding team choice, in its entirety:
Me: What if he’s an A’s fan?
AD: He’s a Giants fan.
Me: Oh.
Troy vs. Babar: Week 8
Incidentally, Troy just turned 2 months old and had his 2-month checkup yesterday. He’s 23.5 inches long, weighs 13.8 lbs, and has the strength and alertness of a 4 month-old. And in case you’re wondering (and if you are, you’re a nerd (like me)), his height and weight put him in the 75th and 90th percentiles, respectively, for other babies his age.
Beefcake!
Happy Mother's Day!
Happy Mother’s Day to my mom, Kelly’s mom, and, of course, to Kelly.
Damnit, Orrin!
My coworker Orrin sent me the Einstein Fish puzzle, so of course I had to solve it. It took me just under an hour.
If you’re bored, give it a shot.
GSWLD: 5/9/2007
Since it has been just over two weeks since I started The 2007 Great Sagara Weight Loss Drive, I thought I should provide a brief update.
Previous weight: 187.6 lbs
Current weight: 183.8 lbs
Target weight: 165 lbs
There’s still time to get in shape before summer rolls around. If you’ve been thinking about it, just take the plunge and do it already!*
* As always, I feel compelled to say that I am not qualified to give health and nutrition advice, and I am only relaying what has worked for me. Consult your doctor before beginning any kind of diet, exercise, or other weight loss plan.
Joke for cat and dog lovers
A man runs into the vet’s surgery carrying his dog, screaming for help. The vet rushes him into an examination room and has him put his dog down on the examination table.
The vet examines the still, limp body and after a few moments tells the man that his dog, regrettably, is dead. The man, clearly agitated and not willing to accept this, demands a second opinion.
The vet goes into the back room and comes out with a cat and puts the cat down next to the dog’s body. The cat sniffs the body, walks from head to tail poking and sniffing the dog’s body and finally looks at the vet and meows. The vet looks at the man and says, “I’m sorry, but the cat thinks that your dog is dead too.”
The Sleeper
Little Boy slept six (six!) consecutive hours last night. Other little babies of the world, this is what happens when your father has Mad Ninja Parenting Skills™. Or, when you’re no longer a newborn. Either way, I kick ass.
But the fact remains, after the boy has slept for 6 consecutive hours, he’s carrying an extra 12 or 13 pounds around in his diaper. Whoo-eee!