That can't be good

Brodi and I have been fans of John Stewart and the Daily Show for a long time. On a visit to New York over 5 years ago, we were guests at the show. Too bad, the camera never showed us even though we tried to get noticed by laughing extra hard and wearing big hats and clown shoes.

So tonight, I am enjoying a frosty beverage of my choosing (Diet Pepsi Vanilla...all out of Tab tonight--talk about a tragedy!) when Stewart made a funny. Before I could even think about it, I bust out laughing, spewing precious Diet Pepsi Vanilla all over my laptop keyboard. Now, from the image, it is hard to see it, but trust me, there is liquid all over the keyboard. As of yet, the laptop has yet to short out.

Good for me. I am in no mood to buy another keyboard. Curse you John Stewart and your liberal humor.

Random Randomness

I am waiting to receive the Coach of the Year award. My team of neighborhood kids (7 of them are all kids in our neighborhood that all go to kindergarten together) is taking the Impact Soccer League by storm. My yelling, throwing things around on the field, etc. is starting to really pay off. We are now 4-0 with wins of 4-1, 2-0, 5-4 and 5-2 (though we are not keeping score). I may have to retire and finish with a perfect record. In the least, I should at least get some kind of cash bonus.

Did you hear that they just found a prime number with 13 million digits? This basically means that it is a number that can only be divided by 1 and by itself. So, numbers like 3 and 7 are prime numbers...but it gets harder and harder to find one as the number gets bigger. So, this prime number that has 13 million digits (at the left of this is a picture of the number, minus millions of numbers not printed)--think of it this way, if you printed out each number in regular 12-point type, it would create a number 30 miles long. Yeah, thats a big number. And its prime! And you all could care less. Imagine that pickup line in a bar--Yeah, my name is Sam and I found a 13million digit prime number, whats your sign?

Brodi and I entered in to a mixed doubles tennis tournament. We play our good friends, Brandon and Alissa. If they really value our friendship, they will let us win. We'll see if they do.

We went out to dinner the other night and had a very nice night of good food. We also had a very nice waitress. As we talked, we let her know that she looked like a twin of our friend Heather (sorry we haven't see you guys for a while!). We pulled up a picture of her and showed it to the waitress and she commented that they did look quite a bit alike. The waitress then let us know that a lot of people tell her she looks like some celebrities. We asked who--she told us Angelina Jolie and Jessica Alba. That would be cool to get a compliment like that and have no problem telling other people that--Now I just need to someone to say that I look like a cross between George Clooney and Brad Pitt because if that ever happened, I would tell EVERYBODY, ALL THE TIME. My ego would be so out of control.

Impressionisto Carter

I found this picture that Carter did a couple of years ago. The school gave cutouts of eyes, ears, nose and a mouth and gave it to the kids to make a face out of it and this is what Carter did with it all. How awesome and genius is this? Our kid, without a doubt, is the next Picasso.

Some quick family tidbits

We had a conversation with Carter on being alive (don't ask). Carter went on to inform us that trees are not alive because they don't have mouths, ears, eyes or fingers. We then discussed how a house is not alive, but as we discussed that, we opened the garage door--which Carter quickly informed us that the garage is the mouth, so obviously, a house is alive.

This past weekend, we had a nice dinner at my sister Emily's house. Great food and great company. Brodi and I even brought a cheesecake for everyone to enjoy. We still had a good third of the cheesecake left which I was either going to eat or take into the office (3 pieces of cheesecake is enough for a day, I think). So, being the smart parent that I am, I put the cheesecake down on the car floor below Beckham. He was not strapped in to the carseat as of yet and shockingly enough, he decided to get down from his carseat. Though he doesn't weigh much, he weighs enough that when he steps in a cheesecake, he smushes it. If that picture of the smushed cheesecake is not the saddest thing you have ever seen, then I don't know what is.

Carter loves kindergarten and told Brodi that "I want to stay in kindergarten forever.'

We were talking to Carter and we started laughing and he quickly informed us to stop laughing at him. We explained that we were laughing with him, not at him. He then remarked that Indiana Jones does not laugh at him or with him. To be honest, I did not expect Indiana Jones to be a part of that conversation.

Beckham is our little puker. Yes, our little puker. At least once a month, after a car ride and usually after a ride where he is reading in the car or distracted by watching Carter or doing something, we will stop the car and get out. He will start walking away from the car, pause, puke and then keep on walking. Thats my boy. Carter never gets carsick...Beckham, on the other hand, follows after his daddy.

This is how we roll at church

I saw this posted outside of a local church last night. I think they have figured out how to improve attendance at their Sunday services.

Catchy song and some stupendously great dancing

There are some music videos that are so bad, they deserve to be brought to light. The key board 'star' is my absolute favorite...he is having the time of his life with his perma-grin and his 'white' indian women dancing happily around him. It is mainly acoustic besides some humming and the occasional 'Apache' yell.

creepy clowns and pet petting

My father in law had his company party, so we loaded up the kids in the car and headed to the 'carnival.' It was a nice little setup with good food and different games for the kids.

Then the clown came out. I know that it is cliche for adults to say that clowns are a bit creepy, but seriously, they are. You just have no idea if the man behind the makeup and the attire is just going to snap and do something crazy. This one had bright stringy yellow hair and was named Harry the Hobo...which is better than Harry the homeless man, but still. At the start, he asked the all the kids to: 'raise your hand if you are not here.' Right then, I knew it was going to be a long show.

Surprisingly enough, Carter got a kick out of it all. There were actually some pretty good little tricks where he pulled out a huge duck (Carter is show with his tiger face paint giving a high-five to the duck) and he also pulled a rabbit out of his hat and Beckham had a chance to pet him as well. Hats off to Harry the Hobo for giving a good show even if he was a clown.