Tonight, the full moon is also the Perigee Moon — which means it’s actually at it’s closest point to us. Here in northern Michigan, we have a beautiful clear night as well, so the view is spectacular. In celebration of the Full, Perigee moon, I give you the Spongemonkey’s rendition of, “We Like the Moon.” You’re welcome. 🙂
Humor
Exciting Excitement 2 – The Cheese Episode
Another week of youth group, and another episode of Exciting Excitement. This one isn’t quite as long as the last episode, but equally as entertaining (so either equally good, or equally bad!) Enjoy!
Here’s a link to the original file, just in case you don’t like YouTube. 🙂
Throbbing Zombie Pony
It’s a long story. Based on an even longer story. Don’t worry if it doesn’t make sense.
Exciting Excitement
Today was our first large Youth Group gathering. (My wife and I are the youth leaders for our church) The object lesson was a cup of tea, or more specifically, steeping a cup of tea. Here’s the video I made for the event. Don’t judge me. 🙂
Just in case YouTube is blocked for you, here’s a direct link to the file. Download away!
If I Were a Star
A literal star I mean. I would want to be a brown dwarf. They just look cool, what with their eerie glowingness and all.
If I couldn’t be a brown dwarf, I would want to be a star large enough to go supernova, because I think that’d be fun. I’d also want to be large enough to be a black hole, or at least a neutron star. I mean, that’s some cool stuff.
If I couldn’t be a star, I’d settle for a failed star, like Jupiter. At least it emanates light. It’s just so gassy, it seems a little lame. But I could have red storms and stuff. That’d be cool.
So if you could be a heavenly body, what would you be?
I Blow My Nose at You, English Pig Dog!
Today we took my oldest daughter to Urgent Care for pink eye. (She actually didn’t have pink eye, but it sure looked like it, and we didn’t want her to miss a day of school)
On the way home, Donna and our oldest were discussing the odd accent the Urgent Care doctor had. His name sounded Latino, but his accent almost sounded European. As Donna and I considered a Portuguese or other South American possibility, from the back seat, our 6 year old piped up. She said in the thickest, cheesiest, most “I can’t believe a 6 year old said that,” accent:
“Maybeee he was Frrrrench.”
I laughed so hard I almost had to pull the car over. As a bonus, for the next few hours my entire family spoke with fake French accents. For some reason, mine came out as a woman’s voice. I’ll pretend it was on purpose.
Little Bobby Tables
This comic made me laugh so hard I almost had to replace my coffee-soaked keyboard. You may want to swallow your caffeinated beverage of choice before reading any further. (Yeah right, you know you read the comic before reading this. You open the present before the card on your birthday too, don’t you?!?!)
MAplE CaNDY!!!
AAAAHHHH HAHAHAHAHAA!
I just ate a whole box of maple candy. A whole box. A whole box.
A whole box.
I’m rather wired now. Yep. Quite a bit. WEEEEEE!!!!
I think this is what schizophrenia feels like. HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!!!
AAAAAHHHHHHH HHAAAAAHAAAAHAAAA!
…watch me run. Run RUN RUN!!!
Fruit Fly Invasion
My office has been overrun with fruit flies. Mind you, my office is cleaner than it’s ever been — but the custodians haven’t been taking out my garbage, so apparently I now have a fruit fly version of Motel 6.
Sometimes the swarm is so bad that I want to gouge out my eyes, and this morning, that almost happened. I was innocently browsing some websites, and BAM, a fly few into my eye.
I didn’t know until this morning, but fruit flies are filled with some sort of industrial grade acid. I thought I was going to die. I yammered about my office, crying and moaning. I rubbed the bug guts from my face, and realized I couldn’t even go out looking for pity. I mean, it’s a fruit fly. Who’s going to feel sorry for me because a fruit fly flew into my eye.
Maybe I should lie and say it was a June Bug... They’re freakishly huge.
Blue Slushies
All 3 of our kids are in public schools this year, which is a really big deal, because we’ve been homeschooling for a long time. So far, it’s been going well. It helps that I work at the school, and Donna substitutes as an aide. In fact, today Donna told me a hilarious story about our youngest, Lizzie. Donna was in the lunch room with the special needs student she was assigned to, and Lizzie ran over to her in a panic. Here’s how it went down:
Lizzie said, “Mommy! Mommy! I couldn’t get my blue slushie open, so Sammie helped me. It was really hard to get open, and when she opened it it spilled all over her and me and the table. It’s a real mess. I’m sorry Mommy!” (all in one breath, mind you)
Donna said, “It’s OK sweety. Let’s go clean it up. Sometimes those Kool-Aid bottles can be hard to open. It must have gotten pretty cold to turn your Kool-Aid into a slushie, huh?”
“No, Mommy, not my drink. The blue slushie in the bag. I couldn’t get it open, so Sammie helped me.”
“Honey, we didn’t pack you a slushie. What bag are you talking about?”
“Mommy, the bag with the blue slushie inside. In my lunch bag. The slushie!”
Donna realized what happened, and after a moment of horror and panic replied, “Sweetheart, that wasn’t a slushie. That was the cold pack to keep your lunch cold…”
Yes, we’re thankful for non-toxic cold packs. Donna called Sammie’s parents to explain the “blue slushie” that was all over her shirt and pants. Unfortunately, Lizzie will now be eating a PBJ tomorrow. 🙂