Thursday, March 31, 2011

Confessions of a Bad Dad - Rock Band

Forgive me Blogger, for I have sinned. It's been 7 days since my last confession.

My brother is staying with us for a month or so until he can get into his apartment. He's been out of the country for two years, so today I had the opportunity to introduce him to Rock Band.

He played bass and I played guitar and sang. Needless to say, I didn't have a spare eye or hand to keep on baby. At the end of our 5 song set, I found him crawling around the kitchen. He was much too quiet so I stuck my hand in his mouth and pulled out a rock. I have no idea where it came from.

At this point my parents would make a corny joke about the baby just wanting to rock while my brother and I were rocking Rock Band.

Yogurt

What's up with the recent perversion of frozen yogurt?

It used to be in a few really good flavors, and no more expensive than ice cream. (TCBY).

Now you've got two options:

- Go to one of the trendy yogurt shops that took awesome yogurt and made it tasteless. Then they sell it plain and charge you extra if you want to add any fruits or toppings to give it back its flavor. (Red Mango).

- Go to one of the variety yogurt shops where they have 12-18 different flavors of crappy yogurt coming out of 4-6 soft serve machines. You can add as many toppings as you want and they price it by the ounce. You take a cup, add a little of two flavors (because what's the point in just getting one?), put it on the scale, and BOOM - $5.99. The cup alone costs you $0.89. (Yogurtland).

Monday, March 28, 2011

Names

Often Mormon parents give their kids weird names. Yesterday in church a guy spoke who said he named his daughter Taylie.

Or Tayley. Or maybe Tayleigh. Or Tayleee. This is Utah so it could be Tailee. Is that like a person that goes to a tailor to get his clothes altered? A Tailee?