Really, there are more results than you might think for the following Google search:

Results 1 - 10 of about 3,170 for anthony bourdain scrotum

But I was looking for Anthony Bourdain's comment when touring Laos:

"Riding an elephant feels like riding a giant scrotum with
4 day old Jerry Bruckheimer type stubble on it".

Even Barack Obama Thinks I Have My Hands Full

Totally spur of the moment!!! I whipped the kids up from their nap when I saw the HT “Breaking News” alert that Obama was going to stop in Bloomington most likely at the Women’s Little 500 race, met Adam for his IU tag, off-roaded a little around the stadium and hauled to the race (this is what umpteen years in Marching Hundred teaches you – just because something looks like a sidewalk, you can still probably drive on it). I woke the kids up at 2:48, left at 3:12, made it to the stadium at 3:23, hoofed it to the race in time to see his forehead going in, and stake out a spot for the return to the bus.

And…I TALKED TO HIM!!!!!!!!!

He was shaking hands, and he started to walk past, did a double-take, and backed up to talk to me!!!

BO: My, looks like you have your hands full
K: Yessir, I do.
BO: Are they triplets? How old are they? They are so beautiful, pretty as a picture
K: Thank you, sir.

A guy from the press corps came up afterwards and said that was the longest he spent with anyone in-person today. It took me a good long time to stop shaking =)


This picture is from the HT; it’s Obama as he’s pointing out the kids (you can see the stroller’s wheels and Jack and Al’s feet)!!!!!! Getting closer to a picture with him AND the kids =)

This is the picture I took of him, before I forgot there was a camera in my hand and right before he started talking to me! It’s also up on the Herald-Times site:

Oh, it's going to be *that* kind of a day....

Jack just handed me a screw.

Jenna just handed me a bracket, three more screws, and (wait for it.....) a table leg.

From today's emails:

Can you tell it’s finals week?

Comments about the new Oncourse gradebooks:

Several instructors could not figure out how to upload and download the gradebooks, even after a semester of my helping them. Now keep in mind these are Physics Phd candidates and as such rarely know what to do with anything that isn't spherical. I know it is my job to train them, but that is a job I am obviously ill suited to do, even after nearly twenty years of classroom experience.

And a tagline from one of the student's emails:

Some mornings, it's just not worth chewing through the leather straps.

Late.

It's probably too late to be working on stats when the following happens:

• Head upstairs to make coffee
• Realize the new measuring cup doesn't have ounce markings
• Realize the ounce marking are on the OTHER side of the cup
• Try to turn off the water at the sink. Couldn't figure out why the light kept flickering.
• Turn back on the light, use the faucet to turn off the water....

Pbttt. Snork. Pbttt.

This is probably the only thing that helps keep infant colds at bay:
http://www.cvs.com/CVSApp/cvs/gateway/detail?prodid=109566&deptid=2609&catid=2610&subcatid=2643

I no longer worry about losing my keys, toys, my mind....because they are all stuck to me in a gooey mass.

In case you are interested, my right shoulder is the appropriate one for wiping your nose on. Probably the reason most pirates have their parrots there....they won't fly away. There's no way on this earth they could.

I think I heard Harry asking Allison this morning just to please go back to pulling his fur and stop trying to use him as Kleenex.

Quick Note

1) If you end up "sleeping" in the car with Adventure Sport Allison after midnight, her happy squeals of joy will set off a Volkswagon's car alarm if it is parked catty-corner to you. Twice.

2) If you use your husband's keys while driving "your" van (re: the company vehicle), be sure that you can't accidently shift your knee and drive his thumb drive into the key. While going 80 mph. On I-74. In the fast lane. It tends to turn the van off and into "Accessory Power Mode."

Dead French Guys and Rodents

So we have one squirrel in particular that frequents our backyard, and spends quality time hanging out on our decks. In fact, he must think he's a cat in the same way Truman thinks he's a squirrel since he'll lay across the upstairs deck's bannister in the same way that Truman will lay in the window a few feet away. What's amusing about this guy is that he has a really scraggly tail, is really skinny...and has an amazingly big package. Which you can see when he stretches to get up on the roof, right at eye level as you innocently try to walk through the dining room. For this, I have named him Balzac.