Friday night, I finally put the final coat of sealer in the new bathroom. Our new master bath is a long, skinny room, half of which is blocked off by a glass door and covered in tile. It's a free room with two shower heads. Kind of like an old high-school gym setup -- with no walls or curtains or anything -- but nice.

During an early inning on Friday's LSU baseball game, they went to the standard shot of kid in lap, asleep, wasting her ticket. The kid in question was (I think) a little girl, somewhere from 3 to 5 years old, dressed in LSU gear, and wearing gloves.

More about what we did with Josh and Lisa when they came to town. Read on for giant crustaceans, eschewing tall sugary drinks in souvenir yard glasses, and maybe even a little devil worship.

For our last act of the great house remodel of 2009, we had to move every bit of crap out of our downstairs so that the floors could be refinished. We spent all weekend making room in the garage so that it could serve as a mini storage unit, then actually moving furniture and boxes out. By 5:00, I was whipped, but I wasn't finished.

I really like watching TV. And unfortunately, there's just nothing on lately. But there are a couple of TV columns that I check every day, because they clue me in to buzzworthy shows that I might not know about otherwise. Today, I saw two articles on CNBC's special, The Oprah Effect.

A link to a great magazine article, and a book review.

I tell you what, if a network wanted to get a reality show that featured a healthy dose of cute kid stuff punctuated by parents on each others' nerves, they should find homes with three year olds who are doing major remodeling. Not that I speak from experience or anything; I just think that might make for good TV.

We're in for some bad weather this weekend, and it's a shame. We've got some stuff to do this weekend that's going to be fun.

I'm going to push all my chips in on my new campaign to reclaim the sun visor from the douchebags. Technically, I think that females playing golf or tennis can also get away with wearing a visor without looking like a douchebag, but there's no chance for men.

If you are one of the lucky few to have been in LSU's College of Engineering at the same time as Monhoon (no last name -- like Madonna, Monhoon needs only one identifier), you may occasionally receive text messages like this one.

On Saturday afternoon, faced with nothing better to do, we loaded up the Jeep and drove backroads down to Hymel's. Although we talk about doing it a lot, it's probably been somewhere between five and ten years since we actually made the drive down there.

The title pretty much sums it up.