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A little exercise to try to get that silly song with so many instances of a particular four letter word out of my head.

Taking your kids to practice sounds like fun before you have to do it. Here's what I'm thinking about while I'm just sitting around waiting for practice to be over.

A short funny post about a podcaster who is clueless about flyover America.

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A thought I had about the days in the Easter season, plus one of those observations that kids make.

Twofer post: a little scene that played out and confused me, plus a little contest that I thought of regarding band names.

A short conversation, and despite the title, this one is not for the kids.

Over the last couple of years, birthday week has been a source of some little bit of stress. The source of this is all of the Facebook greetings from people whose birthdays that I've ignored for years.

Tip of the cap to AAA. I called last night because we had a car with a dead battery. The only thing I had to type in for the computer is my account number. Called again today, and their system must have associated my phone number and the account, because I got right to a human without having to enter anything. She confirmed me by name, and I didn't have to read off my number or verify any silly childhood memories. Very nice.

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Let's face it. Unless you travel somewhere -- and somewhere doesn't include Baton Rouge -- summer is D - U - L - L, dull. College baseball is over (at least for me it's over), and the NBA will be done pretty soon. Let's not pretend that Major League Baseball is interesting. (At least not the games. The steroid controversies are a little interesting.) I have yet to cut the sleeves off of a collared shirt, and therefore don't have that part of my brain that would also allow me to follow NASCAR.

Mrs. theskinnyonbenny was waiting in an airport to catch a flight yesterday, around 3:00 in the afternoon, and she text messaged me out of boredom:

I Google myself from time to time, just to see what other yahoos with my name are out there doing. Believe me, there are some people putting up much more embarassing stuff than I am.

I spent all day Friday and Saturday on an errand that kept me in the car all day. Here are three things I learned from two straight days of talk radio.

Some notes on things that weren't good enough to merit their own post: fake rich people, a food note, a musical endeavor, and a wild story from the news.

I woke up at 3:00 this morning and never did get back to sleep. It's now 8:30 in the evening, and I've started and deleted this entry twice before my current attempt. I usually start writing with a half-formed idea or two, and somehow, my brain turns them into paragraphs without it seeming like an effort.

Here is a collection of random observations with the uniting theme that they come from my business trip in Philidelphia. Think of it as four mini-blog posts, that you get for the low low price of one single post.

More thoughts that I'm inclined to share, but don't have enough to say to write a whole entry....

I would like to meet the person who came up with, "Thank you for not smoking," just so that I can call him a pussy to his face. Think about it. Better yet, read it out loud and slow: "Thank you for not smoking."

I happened on this gem of a gift at a friend of mine's yesterday. This is a wallet that someone (who I don't know) gave her as a gift. I don't really have much to add to this. The horrid nature of the gift speaks for itself.

I have some stories to tell, but too much clutter in my brain to get to them. Hopefully, this random list will help clear out some of that clutter.