Ravings of a Mad Man: vol. 4.23 (Be advised celebratory BBQ this weekend)

Ravings of a Mad Man: vol. 4.23

It is better to keep your mouth shut and appear stupid then open it and remove all doubt

-Mark Twain


Life comes at you fast so you have to be ready for it when it gets here. Life has arrived here well not here, here. More like it arrived over there and I was there, now I am here and life is still there.  Anyway, it is official, after much nervousness I have officially graduated. At the beginning of this semester things were a little touch and go.  It is never good to fail a test at the start of a semester but I have failed enough tests to realize several things. First, there is always tomorrow and you just have to better on the next one, in the same class and you can still get a very decent grade in that class. Second, tests are stupid. I say they are stupid because they are. What are trying to figure out with tests? It is like they are challenging the knowledge that is in my head. Third, school is a lot of money. That doesn't really have to do with test other than the fact that if I looked at how much money I spent and how many tests I took I would have spent a lot per test. Forth, school doesn't seem as important now that I am not in school. Does that make sense? It is like grades and good scores are life and death while in school but now that I have a job, work experience is the more important thing. So in the end all the stress I had about test was for not. I knew my stuff and that is all that matter.  I think that if I ever become a professor here is what I am going to do.  I am going to have the students come to my office and then I will ask them something for instance if I were a professor of basketball history I would ask them something like who is the all-time leading scorer in the NBA? If they get it right that is an A if they get right after one clue that is an A- and so forth.  I think that would be the best way to do it because that way the kids just come to class and we talk about basketball history the whole time.  I think that I would be a pretty cool professor.


Trivia Time: Yes Bananas do smell a lot worse. This week's question is how many butterflies does it take to make a butterfly garden?


Beat the Odds Tip:  If running with scissors you should close your eyes so you don't poke them out.


Little Gigi Update: This week has been a lot of the same, you know she is still just trying figure out how to move freely so she can escape. It is fun to watch her as she moves her little arms and continually punches herself in the head.  Soon enough she will harness that energy for evil or good. For some reason I automatically assume that she is going to use her strength for evil.  I guess it is because she has eyes that seem to pierce to very soul. Soon enough she will be able to interpret thoughts of other humans and be able to manipulate how they act. She already has some sort of spell on Jenny.  She begins to cry and be fussy and Jenny lifts up her shirt. Also it seems to me that she knows when we want to sleep and then she makes it so we can't.  One thing I found out this week is that she is a big sports fan. Being the nice guy that I am I let Jenny go to church and I stayed home with Gigi, we watched basketball. It was rough showing her the ropes and like most people she would get mad when there were commercials on, only to calm down when the game would come back on. One last thing, it would appear as if she is developing some sort of WMD. A few mornings ago Jenny had recently finished feeding her, and so it was time to change her. Jenny decided to change her in bed; the next thing I heard was kabloom.  I woke up to see Jenny covered in Gigi's pooh, also the bedding was covered.  Again as soon as she has a grasp on this talent we are going on the road with this act so we can make money on it.


Have a good week I know I will

Eric Jones




1 comment:

Sarah said...

Oh being pooped on is the best! Many times I have been pooped on while changing Livi in bed! It's normally in the middle of the night and I have to wake Matt up to help me, the next day he thinks it's a dream haha! Being pooped on, barfed on,or covered in breastmilk is just well...um fun?