Nightly Business Report

Sales in Lemonade and Baked goods were down toady. A disappointing turn in the market; where there were such high hopes in the few weeks preceding the launch of this new business venture. When founder and President of the fledgling company was asked about the reason for such an unprofitable day Bug said:

"Location was our primary fault today. All of the Garage Sales where set up just around the corner, so we missed all the foot traffic. As the day progressed, we also faced some staffing issues. My sales associates got bored and crabby. That is never good for business."

This is a good example that no matter how wonderful, or delicious, your product is... with out good marketing, location, timing, and customer service, you will never see a profit.

Don't let that smile fool you. This picture was taken at the begining of the day. After a couple hours of just doing this... I had a cranky Brain on my hands.

Now what do I do with the left over inventory? I've got some really lucky neighbors.

Mr. Fingers Cuts His Hair

Which is worse... a five year old who takes a pair of SCISSORS to his hair, or the inattentive mother who doesn't notice until 2 DAYS LATER? I was looking at my son today and noticed some bald spots. The thought popped into my head, "Is he sick, and his hair is falling out?" As I walked over to him, for closer inspection a more realistic thought came to me... "No, he did this to himself." I was right. I asked him when he cut his hair and he said it was a couple of days ago. How could I not have noticed? I am ashamed. This picture was taken after I trimmed his hair a little to hide the bald spots... but I can still see them. Every time I look at Mr. Finger's head now I am reminded that I should probably pay better attention, and maybe comb my kids hair every once in a while.

Ode to Honey Bear

Honey Bear recently informed me that I never write about him in my blog. I then said something kinda harsh and to the effect of him not doing things that are interesting enough to write about. I was only kidding, but that was mean, and not true... so Honey Bear, please accept my apology and this poem just for you.

He knows what I'm thinking from the look on my face.

He's up for my adventures no matter the place.

His kisses and love'ns are gentle and sweet.

Sometimes he shaves the hair off his feet.

His muscles are rippling, his biceps are strong.

He's big enough to admit when he's done something wrong.

But that is not often , and when he's right there's one rule,

A southern boys stands his ground, he's as stubborn as a mule.

His voice, deep and low, with a hint of a lilt.

Oh ya, did I forget, to mention he's built.

He likes yoga, Pilate's, kung fu, krav maga,

Aike doe, swords, and parkour.... maybe a little nin'jya!

He likes it, he hates it, he loves that old job,

But not when he's working with a lazy old slob.

He's so good with the our kids, so patient and true.

He's one of those men who are good, there are few.

He knows his bible, holds it close to his heart.

He know his Savior, from him never will part.

He can shimmy and shake, and really cut a rug.

And one thing I know... he loves his young bug.

Health Care Reform

Finally, after much planning and debate, President Omama's health care reform has been implemented. To the relief and surprise of the public there is no rationing, or lines, or waiting lists, to get your ouchy kissed.

And as far as the public option goes... scooby doo, or transformers?

Uh oh, President Omama bears a strong resemblance to...

Sarah Palin

P.S. Honey Bear asked me to put away all the little army guys.

"Their starting to creep me out," he said.

GO JOE!

Pooh-Pa (my dad), being commander 'n chief of his property has strategically placed a line of defence (in the form of 8 or so little plastic army men) along the post of a trellis off of his back patio. The militia are defending the yard and garden from the impending attacks of enemies and foes such as but not limited to: rabbits, gofers, deer, little birdies, and the annoying helicopter pilot neighbor (who threatens The Association's Air Space Treaty daily).

Impressed by President Pooh-Pa's line of defense I asked him if he would be willing to send a few troops over seas (down a state) to defend my property. I now have said troops, but face a quandary... only having a limited number of marines at my disposal (2), I need to carefully select where I will station my troops.

Should they defend my tiny garden, as they did for Pooh-Pa? After all, yard and garden defense is their expertise.

Or should I put them on boarder patrol?

You never know when national security could be threatened. Terrorist always sneak up on you when you least expect... like while brushing your teeth.

Maybe the bad guys are after my laundry?

Or dinner?

The enemy could be at the gate.

Our popsicles, blueberries, and chicken nuggets could be in grave danger.

I am just not sure where to fortify my defence. What do you think?