Sass-Thoughts....Or Not

Dog and Croc:
Poor, poor Dog the Bounty Hunter. Arrested. They were having a marathon of his episodes last night and it was sad to hear Beth (Dog's wife) and his younguns singing (in a previous episode), "Daddy caught the bad guy. Now the bad guy is arrested and going to jail." I think he'll come out on top though.

And this coupled with the Crocodile Hunter passing away makes it seem like it is just a bad time for people with the last name "Hunter."

Next up: Cell phones
I'm discovering that I know the equivalent of nothing in the way of cell phones. I was enamored with the BlackBerry. I couldn't believe that I could have a phone that would do the work of two of my trusty items (cell phone and Palm Zire). Then I saw the Palm Treo phones and I was really ready to jump the budget ship.

I then discover that my own 'lil cell phone can do what I need already. And I feel like an idiot. But I push my own embarrassment aside and go look for the magic data sync cord that will allow me to sync my phone with my computer. This cord is all but extinct.

My family and I have coined the experience of attacking a subject or interest with zeal, "a hair up the ass." And I had a hair up my ass to find this cord. And I tried so many, many places no luck. And I say to myself, "Alright, I'm just going to upgrade my phone." I go to TMobile and they are showing me all the phones I can upgrade to. I settle on the Razr which can also sync up. And the TMobile guy (who knows my story) says, "Yes, yes, this one can sync up with your computer and there is a cord for it. But we don't carry that cord here." Okay...so how is this going to help me?

On to: Signage
I always love, love, love a stupid sign. Nothing is better to break up the boredom of street driving than a stupid sign. Now, we are all aware of the many different real estate signs. There's all kinds: For Sale, For Sale/Sale Pending, For Sale/Price Reduced!, and For Sale by Owner. Presumably, the owner or the owner's next of kin, are always involved in the selling of their home. But yesterday when I was in hot-cord-pursuit I passed a sign that struck me, at first as being worded odd, then secondly as hilarious.

The sign said, "For Sale With Owner." Um, duh. Who else would be selling it with the real estate broker? Or wait...maybe it is a niche market I know nothing about. Maybe it is sincerely, "For Sale With Owner." Maybe the owner comes with the house. What an interesting concept! Maybe some homeowner said, "Forget this mortgage crap, I'm selling my house and myself. " Can you imagine? "Here's the deal, you buy the house and *me* and I'll continue to live there and care for the place!"

Due to this litigious society, I suggest they change the wording. Otherwise someone who is in the market for both a house and a owner might sue for false advertising.

Lastly: The Meds Must be Working
Because I took not only my four children (aged 10 and under) but my eldest son's friend to Newark Days today. It's basically the city's yearly celebration with crafts and vendor stands, food, rides and games. I did this by myself. I have no idea why I felt compelled to make the parent to child ratio 1:5, but I did it. And it actually went off well.

My children who aren't used to me wanting to do anything that requires too much effort, and especially if I'm by myself were in awe. Perhaps that's why it went off without too much chaos.

This may work. Keep their standards low by saying "no" to 99.9% of recreation requests(Incidentally, this will also eliminate alot of the guilt I feel when I say no as well). When I do finally say "yes" to one of their demands they will be dumbstruck.

I'll name my new plan: Operation Disappoint, Shock and Amaze.