TBD Turns 2

Hard to believe it's been two years since To-Be-Determined turned into To-Be-Our-Beautiful-Little-Girl (TBOBLG). We're giving her Chicago as a birthday present.

Hiatus

It's been quite a week here at CJSD International. The initial offer for our house blossomed from crappy to acceptable, we passed inspection, and the buyers want to take possession quickly. That means our rustic adventures in the frozen fingers of Michigan will be coming to and end almost exactly three years after they began.

With all the packing and preparation, not to mention trying to keep up with work, the blog will have to go into sleep mode for a few weeks. Or sleepier mode, as the case may be. When it awakes, it will be surrounded by skyscrapers and Blackhawks fans and Chipotle outlets.

We started boxing things up last night, starting with our books. I couldn't help but think of just how much stuff we'd need to box up, which of course, made me think of this:



Happy Friday

Top Ten Tuesdays: Why do we hate our political incumbents so much?

10) Refuse to wipe their feet before using us as human footstools.

9) Looking to replace old, boring political incompetents with exciting new incompetents who are even crazier in the political sack.

8) Fat/crying/screaming man on the radio/TV/Internets told us we should.

7) Decided to embrace candidates who promise a zipper over every nipple.

6) Finally had time to pay attention to politics while being unemployed since last election.

5) Don’t trust any candidate not wearing at least fifteen pieces of American flag flair.

4) Keep ignoring our demands for a return to the facial hair of our forefathers.

3) Angry at establishment politicians who don’t look out for the interests of white men.

2) Ate the cake they told us we could eat.

1) Frustrated that the only jobs they’ve created are of the hand variety.

Bleh

It's a crappy, rainy day here in Marquette today, a perfect day to play some tunes, stare at the gray sky, and contemplate the frailty of human existence/make some dick jokes. Unfortunately, my white collar has become electrified this week (although thankfully not explosive), so I need to pay The Man his dues today.

Despite the workload, things are good. We have an offer (albeit a crappy one) on the house, and more people coming to look at it. Libby grows more adorable daily, although I had not one but two dreams this week about confronting her about her pot smoking (as a teenager, not as a toddler, which would have been kind of awesome). And today's weather notwithstanding, the weather gods in Marquette have definitely smiled upon us this year. Who says blood sacrifices don't work?

However, this doesn't mean we can't have a little fun. I saw a great question on Facebook this week: what's the best opening track on an album? My answer was super obvious but I had to be honest -- not even my beloved Rush gets me as pumped as this does:



Hit me with your nominees, and have a good weekend.

Top Ten Tuesdays: How are we still trying to resolve the Gulf oil spill?

10) Scooping it up in Gulf-sized Ziploc bag.

9) Raising money for future cleanups by letting Hollywood directors use it as a setting for dystopias about a future America ravaged by environmental disasters.

8) Soaking it up with millions of worthless BP stock certificates.

7) Mumbling something about robots and hoping no one asks a follow-up question.

6) Creating a new reality show, So You Think You Can Clean Up a Catastrophic Man-Made Environmental Disaster?

5) Proposing to flip the orientation of the Earth so that the oil flows “up” into the Gulf floor.

4) Mobilizing the 101st Scrubbing Bubbles Division.

3) Talking tough, because nothing cleans up oil faster than a stern promise of investigations.

2) Sticking heads further in the sand until we no longer see any leaking oil.

1) Handing Sarah Palin a rubber hose and telling her to “suck, baby, suck.”