So I had G & A on my legs, playing horsey. Geneva reached over and patted the leg she was not on, and said, “This is your right leg?”
“That’s right” I answered.
“And I’m on…. the wrong leg?”

Here’s a fun movie quiz. It shows you a still from a movie, and you have to know the title.

I got 13/30 so far… I know I’ve seen at least one of those that I can’t recall the title of.

I got 18/30 on part 2. I didn’t see a lot of those, but was able to guess the film.

So I was remined again today about ING Direct’s referral deal.

If you open a new savings account with $250 or more, they give you $25. And they give me ten.

Right now, the interest rate is 3.80%. Which is a pretty stinkin’ good rate. If you’re interested, let me know and I’ll send you a referral link.

Speaking of Covenant Church theology conferences, go here for Conference archives. There are talks from Peter Leithart, James Jordan, Robert Rayburn, and others.

So, tonight at the dinner table I started throwing out some names in case this baby is a girl. We are terrible about coming up with girl names. I think we choose good ones, but it really takes us a while to get to them. So anyhow… we were brainstorming.

Geneva said she wanted to name her Lucy. And, upon hearing this, Ashley says, “I think we should name her Tumnus!”

I love it. It is, without a doubt, one of the books most worth reading in all the world. Yep, I said it.

But… I’m afraid my annual Christmastime reading is going to cease. True, it’s only the third or fourth year I’ve been on the schedule. You may be tempted to call me a slacker, a quitter. But this past time it just didn’t give me the great delight that such a delightful book ought to. And I refuse to dishonor the book in such a way again. I think I will put it on a biannual schedule now. December 2007, I will, again, enter into the glory of Psmith.

And in the meantime, I’ve been wanting to give The Luck of the Bodkins a reread.

I’ve got three Doug Wilson books on my currently reading list right now. I better be careful… people will think I’m crazy.

A moment ago Ashley came to me crying quite loud. And hard. I asked her what was wrong. It took several tries for me to determine what she was saying, but when I finally got it straight, the message was: Geneva hit me.

I call Geneva, and asked her what happened. She then explained, “I hit her. Annndd… the reason I hit her was because she was telling me something. And I didn’t want to listen to her. So I hit her.”

Ah. I tried not to laugh. Really hard. And it should have been easy, because it really isn’t that funny. It was really mean of her. But… I couldn’t help it. I let a laugh sneak out. She laughed, too. Then I told her it wasn’t funny and took care of business. All is made right now.

Does that mean I can laugh about it?

Last night we went grocery shopping… all five of us. At the end, when Megan was choosing our produce, I took the girls over to the live lobster tank. They always like that. One of them was trying to get the rubber band off from around its claw. That was fun. Then the following conversation took place…

Geneva: What’s that? [pointing at its tail]
Me: That’s its tail.
Geneva: Why do lobsters have tails?
Me: Geneva! Why do you have a tail?
Geneva: I don’t!
Me: Well, why don’t you have a tail?
Geneva: Because I’m not a lobster!

Since those more learned than me have picked up on these lectures, I wonder if anyone is going to comment on the talk, “The Purpose of the Sacraments”?

One of the instructors here at work is out today. So I gave a make-up test to a few students, and am proctoring a test for a class later today.

One of the make-up students brought their test to me, and then said they’d see me later because she’s in the other class. And I said, “All Righty”.

I realized after I said it how stupid it is. That’s a really stupid saying. Man.