Oh, the things kids say…
Today, Jacob took a bag of Skittles from his arsenal of Halloween treats. For the uninitiated, Skittles look just like M&Ms, but they have an “s” printed on them rather than an “m”. After eating a few of them, he decided that Skittles weren’t for him. So, he came out to the kitchen to inform me, “I don’t like S&Ms. I want some M&Ms instead.” I think most of us can agree with him.
I like sitcoms. There don’t seem to be many on these days, though. Reality TV is all that’s on anymore. I haven’t watched reality TV since the first few seasons of the Real World on MTV. And, let me tell you, that was quite a while ago. Nowadays, if I’m looking for reality, you won’t find me in front of the television.
The sitcoms I like are the following:
1. Malcolm in the Middle
2. Arrested Development
3. Scrubs
4. Joey
5. Will and Grace
And, thank goodness for Friends reruns on WJAC. I’ve seen all of the episodes at least six times a piece and they’re still funny. How can that be?
At least this lack of quality TV is allowing us to catch up on our movie watching–particularly since we got HBO a while back. Yeah–that, and the “free” Starz channels the cable company added on recently. In cable-speak, free translates to $10/month, in case you were wondering. Like they need a reason to increase the cable bill.
The Steelers won another one today–against the formerly undefeated Philadelphia Eagles. Every year, you hear people talking about how they think the Steelers have a chance to go to the Superbowl (well, if you live in Western PA, you do). This year, I heard the usual conversation and said, “Yeah, the Steelers have about the same chance of going to the Superbowl as the Red Sox do of winning the pennant.”
Food for thought.
The youth group at our church was holding their annual apple dumpling fund raiser today. We bought one for each of us. Brian and I are saving ours for “supper”. We’re going to have some hot sausage sandwiches and baked beans while we watch the Steeler game this afternoon and didn’t want to ruin our appetites. Jake, on the other hand, doesn’t have such concerns. So, he went downstairs with it once we got home and ate his in front of the tube.
He brought up his plate when he was done. I noticed that there was an awful lot of pie crust left (like, just about all of it), but the apple was history. What the heck’s the matter with that kid–doesn’t he know that the only reason we eat pie is for the pie crust?!? It is not socially acceptable to just eat pie crust, so we have to eat the fruit that goes along with a pie, just to keep up the facade. But, no, that’s not good enough for “he who must have fruit.” He give up the nutritionally void part of the dessert for the healthier portion.
Apparently, I’m doing something right here, but I’m not quite sure what it is.
I just finished reading that cockadoodie book by Stephen King this evening. It was one bitchly book. I’ve read that effing thing so many times that I can’t even count. It was a Christing good movie, but the book was so much effing better. So, if you haven’t read this effing story yet, get off your big bastard of an ass and do it immediately.
Now I must rinse.