Sunday, January 25, 2009

You know who's looking hot these days?

(I mean, besides Spouse. And Neil Patrick Harris. And of course Brett Favre.)

Dr. J, that's who:


Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Oddly enough, I love this!

Today, Spouse looks at me for a moment at the breakfast table and says, "You look pretty today. Wait, that's not the right word.... You look ass-kicking."

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Saturday, January 17, 2009

Breaking News

3 hours is too long for a child's birthday party. I'm just saying.

Bonus Conversation: on the drive home from the grocery store today.

DQ: "Where do trees come from? Do they have seeds?"
Quinn: "Yes. Acorns are tree seeds, and when the fall to the ground, they can grow new trees."
DQ: "But where did the first tree come from? From God?"
Quinn: "I don't know."
WB: "There is no God."
DQ: "Yes there is."
WB: "There is no God!"
DQ: "Yes there is!"

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Friday, January 09, 2009

It's on like Donkey Kong

Peyton Manning AND Oreos? I'm so there.

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Wednesday, January 07, 2009

Bball bball bball... hot.

A great day in college basketball. Tommy Amaker and his Harvard team (Woot to KG!) defeated Boston College, their first win over a ranked opponent. Go Tommy! Duke beat Davidson, besting national scoring leader and all-around cutie Stephen Curry. Aw.

The only downside was that for some reason, ESPN was doing an NBA/NCAA announcer trading thing that meant Dickie V was doing the NBA game, and Jeff Van Gundy (huh?) was doing the game at Cameron. I'm beginning to realize that the reason I can't stand the NBA isn't all the fault of the game. Some of the blame must be placed on the shoulders of their terrible, and terribly distracting, announcing.

In other news, major flooding in our neck of the woods, but I'm fine. Campus closed early. We'll see if I have to go to work tomorrow. (Please, no!)

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Friday, January 02, 2009


Yesterday, DQ asked me how I met Spouse.

Quinn: "We lived in the same building at college."

DQ: "But how did you meet?"

Quinn: "Well, that was our second year of college. I hadn't met him our first year, but I met [Flyboy]. He was in one of my classes. So the next year, when Daddy and [Flyboy] were living together, I went to see [Flyboy] and I met Daddy."

DQ: "Why didn't you just marry [Flyboy]?"

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