Awwww, nobody’s ever made me a button before!
Thanks, Brain Guy!!

I’m rediscovering the fine line between what makes a 1-year-old giggle and what makes him throw up on your sweater.
And thank God for my daughter, our library of Disney videos and Noggin!
There’s this question the 3-yr-old keeps asking me. Never heard it before… It’s brilliant in its philosophical implications.
Just in case I didn’t catch it the first time, he keeps repeating it.
Again. And again. And again. And again…
Lord help me! I’m babysitting a 5-year-old, a 3-year-old and a 1-year old!!!
I have never been more grateful for my 14 and 17-year-olds.
I got a lovely invitation from the Bitter One to attend a preview performance by the Orlando Theatre Project of the Tony award-winning play Copenhagen on January 7. But it’s not just for me! All Central Florida bloggers are invited.
Oops! I just looked at the little Shire date tag on today’s posts!! It’s the Second Day of Yule, according to this version of the Shire Calendar. Happy New Year!
A friend of Harry Caray’s, Grant DePorter, outbid all others in order to own the ball that fan/goat Steve Bartman used to snatch victory from the Chicago Cubs in the NL Championships. DePorter paid $113,824.16 (I think it was the 16-cents that put him over the top). Now comes word that the restaurateur plans to destroy the ball on February 26 during a tribute to Caray.
As seen in the above article, there are a few cool things about the e-mails he’s been getting on the subject. For one thing, Cubs fans aren’t the gang of thugs predicted. They aren’t out for Bartman’s blood. They understand that just about any fan would have done the same thing (not to mention the absurdity of thinking that this one play ruined everything, absolving the team from all blame in their own downfall).
The other cool thing about the e-mails are the great suggestions for just how the ball should be destroyed. Even if it’s not responsible for another Cubs disappointment, the fans can use its destruction for catharsis. Besides, it’s fun to blow stuff up.
I, myself, see a great opportunity for Red Sox fans to rid themselves of their own ghosts. If filling a ball with dynamite and having Sammy Sosa send it over Lake Michigan can remove a curse, why can’t Boston do the same thing with what’s been vexing them? Why can’t we chop Yankee Stadium into little pieces? Or stage a production of “No, No, Nanette” and machine gun the actors mid-song? Perhaps digging up Babe Ruth, filling his corpse with dynamite and launching it out over Boston Harbor would do the trick?
Think on it for a bit, people. You’ve only got a couple of months until the pitchers and catchers report. We need to have curses foiled (and stuff blowed up real good) by February!
Thanks to that little New Zealand movie (and some others), no one will be able to say “impossible to make” when referring to a novel ever again. That’s why those little New Zealanders have been working on The Chronicles of Narnia. They got “Shrek” director Andrew Adamson to work on “The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe” as the first film in what might turn out to be a series.
I’ve taken up the habit (usually not seen until Year Three of a blog’s lifespan) to putting up quotes about me in the sidebar. So, watch what you say, unless you want it spread all over the blogonetaspheraversizoid that you don’t think I have cooties.
Or that you do.