February 16, 2007


Why, it was only yesterday. Or so it seems. Then again, sometimes it seems like an entire lifetime ago.

Well, I don't suppose all that matters when there's cake and squealy girls involved.

It seems that yet another year has passed since the birth of the youngest member of my clan, and tonight she will be feted with a party comprised of four of her schoolmates, fueled with various high-calorie comestibles, and entertained with some sort of mock rendition of the American Idol television show, replete with decorations and microphones and loud bad singing, after which they will be allowed to bed down in the den floor and spend the rest of the evening chattering and keeping themselves sufficiently agitated so as to prevent sleep.

I look forward to this not at all.

As you know, I simply can't stand children, and the idea of having strange ones in the house fills me with no end of dread. Particularly seeing as how other parents take a dim view of having their children disciplined by being duct taped to a swing set, or roped to the garage door, or snugly secured inside of a garbage can. OH NOOOOO! People are just SOOOO sensitive about such things! "Don't use a bullhorn to shout at them!" they say, "Don't set them outside and spray them with the garden hose!" as if they're not waterproof or something. Why, back in my day, parents had absolutely no reason to hesitate to put ten or even twenty children in the trunk of the car if they were misbehaving! Break a lamp? Why, it was off to the lampblack factory with you! Speak when not spoken to? Well, you'll sleep in the cement mixer tonight, young man! But kids today? Sheesh. Of course, you can't blame them--it's their danged lawsuit-happy parents raising them up to think they should be able to go anywhere and do anything and be able to get away with it.


Anyway, I have to remember to stop on the way home and pick up an ice cream cake, along with some horse tranquilizers for myself. All of you have a wonderful weekend, and don't forget the meeting on Sunday

Posted by Terry Oglesby at February 16, 2007 04:07 PM

It'd be a fair 'nough drive but if I could get my mitts on a 94 in .44 mag, .41 mag, .45 LC it'd be worth it. BTW will there be jelly donuts at the prayer service?

Posted by: Chef Tony at February 16, 2007 05:18 PM

Not unless someone stops by Krispy Kreme first.

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at February 17, 2007 01:58 PM

You have a great blog. May I do a blog swap with you? If you will post a link to mine:


I will post a link to yours also.

Thank you,

Emmett Burnett

Posted by: Emmett Burnettt at February 18, 2007 06:44 PM

Man, I missed it. I was in the wilds of Long Island. Any donuts left?

Posted by: Sarah G. at February 18, 2007 10:37 PM

No, Sarah, but we do have some ice cream cake left!

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at February 19, 2007 08:30 AM