Saturday, March 10, 2007
My 6 degrees of separation from Kevin Bacon
Okay so you know that game "Seven Degrees of Separation from Kevin Bacon?" Well I always thought it was clever but could never find my separation degree and who was involved. Well I think I finally have it. I get my hair cut at a spa inside my gym. My hairdresser, Amy, also cuts Matt Leinart's hair. Matt went to USC. USC is located in the same city as UCLA. A professor at UCLA married Jon Lithgow. Jon Lithgow starred in a little movie called "Footloose" with none other than Kevin Bacon. So there it is. About as close as I will ever get to anyone famous. Sad that I spent time doing that isn't it? Well it is Spring Break and all...
Friday, March 02, 2007
What's that mean?
Well the husband and I have realized we have moved into a new stage with our daughters. They are now discovering that there words out there that are considered "swear words" and this has caused lots of commotion as you can imagine. Here is an example of some of the conversations we have been having.
Daughter 2(after seeing Dad hit a great golf shot) Wow Dad, that was hot shit!
Dad: Hmm. Where did you hear that?
Daughter 2: A guy golfing said it.
Dad: Do you know what it means?
Daughter 2: No.
Dad: Well Shit means poop.
Daughter 2: You mean like dog poop?
Dad: Yea.
Daughter 2: Oh.(Wheels turning in head)
A few nights later:
Daughter 1: Hey Dad. What is the "F" word. I know it's not fat or fudge because that boy (from A Christmas Story) wouldn't get his mouth washed out with soap for saying those words.
Dad: I'll tell you when you are older.
Daughter 1: Why?
Dad: Because.
Daughter 1: But I won't say it. Please.
Dad: I'll tell you when you get older.
Daughter 1: When will that be?
Dad: I don't know.
Wow. Well it will be interesting to see what new words they start coming home with. I can't wait. Really.
Daughter 2(after seeing Dad hit a great golf shot) Wow Dad, that was hot shit!
Dad: Hmm. Where did you hear that?
Daughter 2: A guy golfing said it.
Dad: Do you know what it means?
Daughter 2: No.
Dad: Well Shit means poop.
Daughter 2: You mean like dog poop?
Dad: Yea.
Daughter 2: Oh.(Wheels turning in head)
A few nights later:
Daughter 1: Hey Dad. What is the "F" word. I know it's not fat or fudge because that boy (from A Christmas Story) wouldn't get his mouth washed out with soap for saying those words.
Dad: I'll tell you when you are older.
Daughter 1: Why?
Dad: Because.
Daughter 1: But I won't say it. Please.
Dad: I'll tell you when you get older.
Daughter 1: When will that be?
Dad: I don't know.
Wow. Well it will be interesting to see what new words they start coming home with. I can't wait. Really.
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