Dear Winter,

Seriously. Enough already. Bugger off.

Love,
Lois

You Know You Need A Haircut When....

...you look in the mirror and realize that no matter what you do to your hair, you still look you belong in "Lost." And not in a sexy, scruffy Kate kind of way, but in a "I've been in the jungle for 15 years and I'm sorta insane now" Rousseau kind of way.

Phonin' It In, Jedi Style

Star Wars: Retold (by someone who hasn't seen it) from Joe Nicolosi on Vimeo.

Meanwhile...Jak-El Turns 6

Yeah, I haven't updated the blog in a while. What have I been up to? Oh, y'know. Stuff. Like celebrating Jak-El's sixth birthday.


Here's the boy.


He requested Bakugan cupcakes, so I did my best. At first, I was really trying. Then I got bored. And he stopped helping so I began improvising.


Here's one for the comic book nerds in the crowd. No one else at the party got it.


He also wanted himself on the cake, along with bear. Yes, I am aware this looks like Mr. Bill. Oh noooooo!

Happy Weekend!

Even Parrots Like the Sea Kittens!

Parrot 'pets' cat @ Yahoo! Video

Fancy Pants!

The Couple O' Weeks in Random Quotes

(smell of smoke and screaming emanates from kitchen)

Lois: It just ain't Christmas til' someone catches on fire.

Cousin: Yep.

* * * * * * * * *

Friend: We were in spitting distance of Brendan Fraser.

Friend's Husband: Why would you want to spit on Brendan Fraser.

Lois: Yeah. He seems like a nice guy.

Friend: No, I'm just saying that we were close enough to…

Friend's Husband: I'm sorry honey. I just can't stand by you on this.

Lois: There are lots of celebrities I'd spit on, but not him.

Friend: sigh.

* * * * * * * * * *

(at family funeral, at the cemetary)

Undertaker: Excuse me, but there's a Jeep rolling down the hill.

Cousin: Oh jeez. (runs off)

Priest: Huh. That's the second time I've had that happen at a funeral.


* * * * * * * * * * * *

Jak-El: Mom, have you ever had amnesia?

Lois: Not that I remember.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

(Christmas Day)

Dad-In-Law: C'mon son, you can finish this lobster.

Husband: God no, dad. I haven't even finished my own.

Dad-In-Law: Then what about you D.? C'mon.

Bro-in-Law: No, I can't. Really. Why does he want us to eat so much?

Lois: So you'll be sluggish when you fight him later.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

Lois: I'm just not sure about the actor who'll be the new Doctor.

Husband: Don't worry. He'll be a loser just like David Tennant.

Lois: Shut up!

Dan-El: Eiiiiiiiiieeeee!

Husband: Go hug your mother.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

(children are running amok in McDonald's)

Lois: You two are lucky I can't trade you for a dozen donuts.

Jak-El: Donuts? Are we getting donuts?

Lois: No.

Jak-El: Then why did you say donuts?

Lois: Never mind. And stop licking the soda machine.



Happy 09' People!