“It is the duty of every citizen according to his
best capacities to give validity to his
convictions in political affairs.”

- Albert Einstein

If you know anything about my family, you know that male-famale ratio is pretty low. As in one to four. Well, if you include the animals, its three to five, but we don't. What I'm saying is that it's usually pretty estrogenetic around here. (Did I just make up a new word?)

So on Sunday Benny and one of my Poppi's old buddies came over to do manly things like hang out in the scary basement to watch the Vikings-Packers game and eat chili spicy enough to make them have to blow their noses every 4 and a half minutes. (After the kleenex were all used up there were brownies, but that's not too manly, so don't tell.) I know because I hung out in the scary basement, too; eating the spicy chili (though my nose didn't run) and dozing through the football game. It was hard sometimes, though, because of the yelling. Packer fans can be rather boisterous. And so help me, Ben, if you throw that pillow at me again I'll defenestrate you.

After a while, I felt like I was being resented. My dad told me I was cramping their style, and that if I wasn't down there, they'd be lighting farts and whatnot. I told them that if they wanted me to leave, to just say so; but then I was begged to stay. I guess I'm not the only one that feels that fart-lighting isn't manly, it's just gross.

After that, there was dance-dancing, where I was almost taken out by a stray flying fist; and then "V for Vendetta". The movie was interesting, I'll give it that.

Whooaaa...too much testosterone! It's going to take the four of us women several chick-flicks to get the basement back to normal. Where's my "You've Got Mail"?

Thursday night I came home from work, and the house was quiet. Bonita was talking on the phone in the living room, and I heard a ticka-ticka coming from the basement which meant my dad was blogging.

I found a cup of coffee sitting on the counter, getting cold.
I yelled downstairs, "Dad! Did mom make you some coffee?"
"Oh, dang it! I forgot about that."
He came upstairs and I asked him where Tiger Lilly was.
"Oh, dang it! I forgot to pick her up from tae kwon do!"

You know, sometimes I think he just gets lost in his own little world. One of these days I'm going to ask him where his pants are just to see if he says "Oh, dang it! I forgot!"

Yes, yes, it all seems very funny right now, but what if he forgets something really important? Like my birthday? Yeah, I know, as if I'd ever let anyone forget that. But what if?

...

Anyway,last night I decided to watch one of my favorite movies (Elf). So I got all comfy in my pajamas and settled down in the basement with my sister and my cat when my friend calls me and asks if I want to go to the Wild game.

"What time do we have to leave?"
"Uhh..Right now."

So I ditched my sister and Buddy the Elf, changed my clothes and had some fun at the hockey game. It's too bad we lost.

Ah, well, I know they can do better next time. Go, Wild!