Godparents

Honeybun and I are now officially godparents. It’s somewhat anti-climactic. Cody didn’t get that wet after all, just a little dribble on his head that didn’t even run over his face. He didn’t cry. Not even a whimper either. He is a very good natured baby. He pretty much just looked around wondering what all the hubbub was about. Not much else happened. The whole thing was shorter than a Vegas wedding.

You’d think the church would have a gift-shop that sells “My nephew got baptized and all I got was this lousy t-shirt” t-shirts.

We did get a gift – a plaque that says “Godparents” with a greeting on it. Which is cool. We also got a card from Cody thanking us for being his godparents – but I suspect it was forged. I’m sure he doesn’t know how to write yet. Which leads me to question, what did Dan Rather know and when did he know about the forged greeting card from Cody.

So Jase (you ask), when are you two going to have a kid? Well, Honeybun and I are talking about it. We’re planning to pull the goalie off the ice after the holidays are over.

Low fat blogging

I can’t say that I’ve done on “light” blogging the last few days since my blogging is normally light anyway. So, my posts being even less than usual, my adoring fans are down to low fat blogging at this point.

Why? Well, I’m in Las Cruces, NM visiting my in-laws. My nephew (see archive for February 17th) is getting baptized today. Honeybun and I are godparents. Cool huh?

Sorry, no witty rejoinders, this is a solemn family occasion (I’ll even be wearing a suit and tie) Followed by dinner somewhere.

Get ready to get wet Cody.

What size is this?

Each of the last three nights, I’ve been going to McDonald’s to get an ice cream cone for Honeybun and a chocolate shake for me. At the drive-thru, my exact order was “an ice cream cone and a medium chocolate shake”.

It’s actually become a game because each I get different sizes. I’m not sure if they know what a medium is – 21 oz. or 16 oz.

Apparently tonight the medium is 21 oz.

Mmmmm. Chocolate.

Men and women

Honeybun recently told me to wash out a water bottle. Sure, I’ll wash out the lip, but probably not fill it with soap to do the inside.

This is where men and women are different. If I’m cooking and I need some water for the recipe, I use the measuring cup, dry it out and put it back in the cupboard.

Honeybun would use the measuring cup, and put it in the dishwasher where it will be washed…with water.

I love being married.

Using rights to complain about no rights

I was perusing some blogs today and came up on Losers Lounge. In her side bar, the writer laments the loss of her Constitutional rights:

IN MEMORY OF: The Bill Of Rights (1791-2001) Slain By The Patriot Act. Rest In Pieces

Of course she voices her complaint by blogging and therefore using her rights of free speech and freedom of the press. She also uses a tyrant’s title as her pen name, “Tsarina”.

I guess she doesn’t see the irony of her writing.

Tsarina doesn’t understand the true threat. Bin Laden wrote an open letter containing his seven demands of the American People. Note the first:

(1) The first thing that we are calling you to is Islam.

And the consequences:

“If you fail to respond to all these conditions, then prepare for fight with the Islamic Nation.”

The threat of freedom comes from Islamic fascists. Not from our government where the Bill of Rights is still the standard of liberty in the world.

Useless headline of the day

Dolphin’s quarterback Jay Fiedler was benched at half-time in Saturday’s game against the Titans.

An AP headline tells us “Dolphins’ Fiedler Not Happy About Benching.” AP must have Captain Obvious writing headlines.

When in the history of sports has a player ever said, “I’m happy the coach benched me. Did you see how bad I was playing? I was just about to ask him to bench me when he gave me the news. Hopefully, I’ll be sitting the bench next week too.”

CYA or self-incrimination

The memos supposedly revealing 1st Lt. Bush was AWOL and a bad soldier written by Lt. Col. Killian were addressed “To file”, meaning they weren’t actually sent to anyone, just filed in Lt. Col Killian’s personal file. One of the memos dated 18 aug 1973 is titled “CYA” (link is to Powerline). It documents how (then retired) General Staudt pressuring the Lt. Col. to “sugarcoat” a review for 1st. Lt. Bush.

So let’s get this straight. A retired General no longer affiliated with the National Guard (yes, that is redundant) is pressuring a commanding officer to falsify a report about a 1st Lt. That commanding officer is so concerned about the ethics of the situation, he agrees to accomodate the retired General then creates evidence his report was false by documenting he backdated the report and omitted a rating in lieu of giving a presumably bad rating. The Lt. Col. then calls that “CYA” (cover your ass).

Instead of filing a memo to self, a commanding officer would include justification for not giving a rating in the report itself. The reasoning for writing the memo doesn’t follow. The implied logic is that if ever asked about the report, the Lt. Col. could claim “I filed a false report but I was pressured to do it.” That excuse would not relieve him of the responsibility of making a false report. The memo would only prove he did so knowingly.

Was he a fool or is the memo a forgery?

Crash!

If you read my last entry, you’ve been waiting for the crash.

It happened thanks to ABC News laying out the evidence that the memos revealed by CBS were forged. Not good news for Kerry. The article’s conclusion sums it up:

Many Democrats are worried that if they are found to be forgeries, it will be a setback for Sen. John Kerry’s campaign to defeat Bush in November.

Its hard to come away from reading the article and not believe that articles were forgeries.

Uh oh!

As a child I remember the feeling of waiting to see if the dumb move I made would end in disaster. Like playing with your friend with a ball and bat. Your buddy tossed the ball and you hit it dead-on with the bat. There was that moment where you heard a satisfying crack. Then you and your buddy watch the ball arching toward the neighbor’s window.

For a seemingly timeless moment your gut twists up and you say “uh oh”. To your side you see your buddy’s dumbfounded look as you both wait to see if the ball will crash through the window or somehow hit the ground before it without doing any damage.

Today the big news is that newly found documents indicate President Bush was AWOL and disobeyed orders while in the National Guard. That is the satisfying “crack” of the bat the Democrats felt.

Then later in the day, serious questions have been raised about the authenticity of the documents. Supposedly they came from the personal files of Mr. Bush’s former commanding officer (why did the officer keep personnel files in his personal files?). That officer is now dead but his son believes the documents may be fake. Some typographists believe the documents are likely fake as well.

Uh oh.

Somewhere a Democrat oppretive and his buddy are staring at each other with a dumbfounded looks on their faces hoping this doesn’t end in disaster.

If the documents are real, President Bush will take a hit in the polls and keep on rolling.

If they are fakes, CBS has egg on its face for not checking its facts before releasing the documents and revealing their biases. Some Democrats will be exposed (think Watergate, but worse) and President Bush will become bullet proof from any further accusations.

No, thanks. It’ll give me gas.

This past Sunday, volunteers at the Nevada state fair in Reno laid down tortillas and heaped on refried beans, sour cream and salsa to create the world’s largest burrito.

I’ve always wondered what happens to the food created in these stunts. Who gets to eat them? Apparently no one in this case. Organizers feared bacteria growing in the sour cream after sitting in the sun for the two hours it took to create the super burrito.

One volunteer said, “Sour cream and sunshine don’t mix.”