Educational

I’m heading out in a few minutes to accept my award for Father of the Year, but first I wanted to post this…

(thanks, Sherry!)

Me: examine all of the facial tissue offerings for several minutes, comparing price per each with such features as aloe or antibacteria crap; eventually picking one that is not too expensive but not too scratchy looking.

Two days later the dog eats the entire box.

She: Grabs a box with Ratatouille on it. Instant hit with the kids.

Men’s Health has named the 20 Worst Foods iin America.

Coming in at #1:

Outback Steakhouse Aussie Cheese Fries with Ranch Dressing

(link was really slow when I wrote this, my computer apparently had Outback)

I don’t even need a fork…

My son was watching the NFL Network and they had one of their little revisionist shows on, talking about how great this team or that team was. Of course I know they are condensing an awful lot into a paragraph for the sake of time, but this really pissed me off.

“Tom Landry retired, he was the only coach the Dallas Cowboys ever had. Shortly afterward, team owner Jerry Jones hired his old college friend Jimmy Johnson as head coach.”

Ahem. No. Bullshit.

Tom Landry was let go after Jimmy was hired, he found out about it from a couple of reporters. Jerry didn’t even have the balls to call and tell him hisownself.

There’s not much worse than the NFL network flat out lying to make a program a little more palatable. They don’t have any more balls than Jones, apparently.

Ya know, we all get spam. I’ve written about it before, how in a race, my gmail account totally lapped my yahoo mail account at spam. I’ve written about some of the amusing Engrish subjects in the spam folder.

At this moment, there are 3,048 messages in my spam folder, with the latest sporting the subject “—-SALE—– Limited Off3r -Looking for perfect gift? Buy Rkolex 1c037.” But that’s not what I’m talking about.

I also find, as time goes on, that I get more and more mail from people that have mistaken my email address for somebody else. For example, for a while I was a 50-something year old female in Oregon on Match.com. I also routinely get updates about my JetBlue account, which I find amusing, because it sounds to me like a dishwasher soap. Needless to say, I didn’t sign up.

Here’s my favorite Random Bit of Crap I received this week. I honestly have no idea who she is, but I think I now have a cell phone number associated with her, there was no message, only this:

I’ll post more random mail some other time