There's this article I read that is so full of fun facts that I just quote it liberally and provide you a link.

This morning, K woke up with a loud, "HEY!" Scared the shit out of me, even though I was already awake. Before I reacted, he continued. "WHO MESSED WITH MY PANKAKES?"

The worst part about starting a new work project is getting familiar with a new office culture. It's all over the map – from the quiet, dress-shirt wearing professional building to the noisy, jeans and t-shirt wearing software shops. This month, I started a new thing at one of the quiet, professional type places.

Yesterday, a locksmith came to our house and made the garage locks work with our existing house keys. I can more easily fathom how we send a rocket to the moon than how man can make a lock work with a pre-existing key.

Way back in August, when filling out paperwork for preschool, one of the forms asked about any parental talents that might be fun for the class to know about. Mrs. theskinnyonbenny considered our talents, and decided that my consistent ability to pull my pants ALL the way up above my butt crack wasn't impressive enough, so she listed me as a ukulele player.

On the way to school this morning, V got all excited. He was talking 100 miles per hour. "I forgot to tell you what we had at school! REAL. ICE. Not like a cube or one of those things that hangs down, but it was round and really was ice!"

That was my biggest smile this week. Not that I thought I would be seeing something that was unbelievable -- far from it, in fact. But it was great to see V working hard at something and being so proud of what he was making.

I recently related a story to my wife and mother. I would have thought that between them, there were no tales that they had not heard, but they both claimed that it was new to them. I guess that makes it a fresh story for me to post here.

This Friday, we went to New Orleans to meet up with a big group of friends. I guess it's becoming a thing, but since the holidays marks a return of out-of-towners who have fled to greener pastures, we end up with a decent crowd of both local and out of town friends. Even if I could remember all of the reasons that I laughed until my face hurt, I probably wouldn't post about them.

A little while back, I sent this pic to some of my family and asked them to guess what's happening, and what events lead to this pose. All of the necessary information is right there in the picture.

A couple of short stories, first about mp3 players before Apple started making them, and then one that pulls the rock and roll out of those mp3 headphones right out into the real world.

A few weeks ago, we went to the Global Wildlife Center. You get in a big trailer behind a tractor, and putter around some pastureland. You have cups of food to feed various creatures, which seem mostly to be in the deer family.