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I wrote a few things last week. Maybe you’ll like them. I hope so. My self-worth is tied up in whether or not people like me. Ok, not really. But it still feels nice to be liked. :-)

I wrote about lack of skills in American workers. I added that to my long list of reasons why education needs reformation. Like, yesterday. School choice leads to competition and high performance. Just sayin’…

San Francisco is thinking about banning pet goldfish. No really. I can’t make this crap up. They already banned happy meals, so I guess goldfish were the next logical step. Next step? Banning people.

And lastly, Troopathon! Yay for our peeps overseas. Thank you to everyone that helped us raise over $500,000 for care packages for the troops.

Adult ‘Baby’ Doesn’t Need a Disability Check — He Needs to Grow Up

While I try not to judge others, occasionally I come across something that makes me stop and say to myself, “Wow. That’s disturbing.” Such a moment happened this week when I stumbled upon a story about Adult Babies. Fully grown humans that like to wear diapers, sleep in giant cribs, and suck on pacifiers.

If I can’t say this is weird, then I might as well not be able to call the sky blue, because that stuff is messed up.

Thanks to the Internet and prime-time network television (hello CSI and the “Furries” episode!), I’ve become aware of some of the stranger oddities that people sometimes choose to indulge in. Being someone that doesn’t understand the appeal of defecating in a giant diaper or putting on a bunny suit to get it on, I’m always strangely fascinated by these people.

Read the rest at The Stir

A Law Banning Flat Bed Sheets Shouldn’t Really Be California’s Priority Right Now

California is just about bankrupt, which must mean that it’s time to pass a law outlawing flat sheets and short-handled feather dusters in hotels across the state.


This year alone, the Golden State will spend about $25 billion more than the $82 billion it expects to take in from taxes and fees. We have big problems in California, but instead of tackling issues that actually matter, the legislature has introduced a bill to ban flat sheets at the Hotel California.

Supporters of the bill argue it will reduce worker injuries by eliminating the need for workers to repetitively lift extremely heavy mattresses when making beds. They contend that flat sheetscause workers to strain their backs, shoulders and wrists, and are often responsible for repetitive motion injuries.

State Bill 432, sponsored by Senator Kevin de Leon (D-Los Angeles), also calls for the use of long-handled tools like mops and dusters so housekeepers do not have to get down on their hands and knees to clean bathroom floors.

Read the rest at The Stir

Doritos: My New Appetite Suppressant

I really have no words regarding this Super Bowl commercial.

Yes I do.

Finger-licking disturbing disgustingness.

The end.

Missing Woman Found Under Pile of Crap

Oftentimes I am asked how I manage to work from home with a house, a husband, and two small children to care for. The answer, of course, is daily doses of Coke Zero and wine. Also, I’m not exactly what you’d call a neat freak.

Between the homework and meal prep and writing assignments and boo boo kisses and interviews and carpooling, sometimes laundry doesn’t get done until there isn’t any more clean underwear. One of these days I’d like to hire a maid, but so far I’ve been unable to find one that works for gummy bears.

Occasionally I’ll get a bee in a bonnet and go on a cleaning rampage. You probably will too when you get a load of this story:

A husband discovered the body of his wife who had been missing for four months buried under tonnes of rubbish in their home.

Billie Jean James (67) had been missing for four months when her husband Bill found her feet sticking out from under a pile of crap in the back room of their house. The woman hoarded so much junk that the man had to build a second home on their property to hold it all. Now that’s love. Or enabling. You decide.

The James’ home was so filled with garbage (both literal and figurative) that the smell of poor Billie Jean’s deteriorating body escaped the notice not only of Bill, but of police dogs as well. Three times. The police sent in super-sniffing canines on three separate occasions in hopes of finding some clue as to where the uber-hoarder had disappeared.

One officer stated, “This house was so full of possessions that movement inside of the house was restricted and in some cases very difficult. Visual searching was impossible.”

What a tragic end to a sad life. If only someone had told Billie Jean about Fly Lady. Who knew that decluttering could save your life?

Now excuse me while I go scrub my house from top to bottom.

Cross Posted at The Stir