Confusion!!!

I have IBS (irritable bowel syndrome) and if you know anything about this disease, it sucks. In short when you have an IBS "attack" you need to find a bathroom, quickly or find yourself in the same predicament of a 1 year old who has to go. That is, you just go. So I find myself away from the house and I feel the stiring. Now I need to find a place with a clean bathroom that I can find quickly and access with ease. These pictures show the problem I encounterd. I danced to the counter to find this laying on the desk. I was confussed but figured it out with a little trial and error. The sad part is this was a library.

It Barack Obama... No wait....

In school Monday morning I was sitting in my Community College and was treated to Barack Obama making a speech about the importance of voting. No...wait.... he was at the local ball park, and that's not till Thursday. That's not Barack Obama!! That's the academy award winning actor Cuba Gooding Jr. of Snow Dogs. I waited (kind of excitedly with a just came out of my moving picture box kind of feeling) to see him come down the stairs and give a very surprisingly inspired speech about voting. He than rallied the students to come with him across the street to the county building to vote (you can vote early in Ohio). I watched as about 300 students followed him out and across the street to vote. This may sound cheesy but it made me feel good about America, and gave me a little more hope that we can still make a difference. Me and Copper (my school/work cohort) discussed briefly of slapping Cuba as he passed us telling him "that was for Boat Trip, and you know you deserved it" but he had bodyguards and a academy award that no matter how much shower motivated best director acceptance speeches (I'd like to thank all the girls I've loved before) that will never have one. Well maybe not.

Annie, Flight of the Concords and my bleeding ears

We have two songs that are sung around our house at any given time of the day. I find myself typing up some school work, or watching the "steal you life away box" (T.V.) or even trying to sleep at 5:30 in the morning to be suddenly serenade by my three year old daughter with a rousing rendition of Tomorrow from Annie. It is not enough to be sung, but it is accompanied by theatrical stances and just a little bit of Jazz hands. She has also become convinced that "Bet you bottom dollar" is really a hidden political message. Talking on the phone with my current cell phone provider (I hate my phone), the customer service woman was secretly pushed to vote democratic. My daughter ended the room, stage right, singing/yelling "Tomorrow, Tomorrow! Bet Barak Obama ya! I love you Tomorrow!" These out bursts are only subdued by requests to play the theme song to the 70's TV show Wonder Woman. "Wonder Woman to the RESCUE!" But that's another story.
No to be out done by my daughter my wife and I often become a part of the Annie revival. But this is not the song we have always sung. I am a fan of the HBO show Flight of the Concords. If you haven't seen this show, your missing the new Monkeys of our generation. A favorite of ours is a song called Business Time ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wN0oDnoc3-c ). To put in a family friendly way, Business Time is the kind of time that led me to have a daughter to write blogs about. Now, a three year old has a balder the size of a tennis ball, but can evidently hold 30 gallons of liquid before the need to "pee pee' is actually needed. Don't ask me it science. So to curd the 30 gallons of juice, milk, water and what ever secret "treats" grandma has in put her tummy, for ending up in you vehicle you need to have you daughter pee pee before you leave the house. To encourage this activity my and my lovely wife can be found dancing around the living room, with a little bit of Jazz Hands, singing "It's Potty, It's Potty time. You know what you got to do, its potty, that's why its potty time."
When our daughter prances from room to room singing Tomorrow, we watch and smile and think about how wonderful she is. When we sing Potty Time our daughter looks at us like we are imbeciles. I think were both right.
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