Friday Fun Facts: Mr. Rogers

Wednesday’s post was a bit of a downer.  So I’m going try to lighten it up with a fun fact.

And then I sat at my desk for 30 minutes trying to think of an actual fun fact.

So of course, I googled “Fun Facts” and looked at the images.

Mr. Rogers popped up.  So I started reading Fun Facts about Mr. Rogers.

He loved the number 143.   He said it stood for 1 letter for “I”, 4 letters in “love”, and 3 letters in “you.”  He also weighed 143 pounds for most of his adult life.

Now if that isn’t a fun fact, I don’t know what is.

Have a good day, neighbor.


Freezer Burn

It is cold.  How cold is it?

Cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey.

Colder than a witches tit. 
My Dad loves that expression.   Which he also uses when its hot.  My question is always what kinda witch is that?  Or is it two different witches?  Was the wicked witch of the east cold and the west witch hot?  Or was it the other way around?  Was the wicked witch of the west cold and did Dorothy pour boiling water on her and that’s why she melted?

Can you tell it’s the second snow day in a row after 10 days winter break?  Poor M was actually looking forward to going back to school.  Today he is pissed off and bored as hell.   If it wasn’t -3 out we would go out and sled.  But it is and I’m out of ideas for things for him to do. 

I think it’s time for a Wiggles dance party. 

How cold is it?   What’s your favorite expression for weather?


Just Like Hitchcock

English: Alfred Hitchcock directing Family Plo...

English: Alfred Hitchcock directing Family Plot inside Grace Cathedral, San Francisco, California. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I heard once that Alfred Hitchcock would be horribly bored by the time a film of his was in production.  You see, the script was written and the storyboards were drawn up.  In his mind the film was already made. . .

In my head, I’ve written dozens of posts.  I just need to actually type them and post them to my blog.

Ok, so I’m no Hitchcock.  But if you could read my mind sometimes you might be terrified. . .