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I really should be putting fingers to keys and getting all the stuff in my head down in an IDEA PIT for Goodhalos II & III. But dang it, I made a promise to my reading audience a while back about the love of a certain breakfast ball and I'll be danged if I'm not going to stick to it.

Yes. It's time to write about Pancake Puffs.

First we broke open the box and pulled all the junk out. We then found some pancake mix in the cupboard. And then we...

You know what? Never mind writing about it. Check out the video instead.



So, that's what our Saturday morning breakfasts look like (thank you Eels for the perfect song!), although I have to admit we (and by "we" I mean Laura) are a lot better at making them than the first couple of go-rounds.

We have yet to try the "flavor injector" but I'm sure we'll go crazy and blast all kinds of garbage into those puffs. Hey, we're the Troupes. We're crazy like that, yo.

Oh...and yes, I did get to enjoy a puff (or 6) of my own. See?

Nothing like a chocolate chip pancake puff and some severe bedhead.

Tappers, it's been a long time since I gave all a y'all an update on where Little T is in regards to his potty-training. I know you've been sitting on pins and needles, so let's get to it.

After weeks and months of trying to get him to 'drop a deuce' in the potty, Travis is now official! I was at an extremely dull firefighter drill last night (legal stuff in the most horrible video ever created) and when I got home, Laura was like:

"You need to go see your son."

It was after 9:00pm, so he was in bed already. I figured he just wanted me to give him a goodnight hug and kiss, so I went in there. As soon as I opened the door to his room, he sat up. He sort of mumbled something I couldn't hear, so I got closer.

"What did you say, buddy?"

"I did a poopy."

You'd think we'd discovered Texas tea in our backyard. I got all excited and hugged him and told him how very proud of him I was. He laughed and kept saying "Yeah. I did it!" over and over. We gave each other high-fives, he stole my nose and ate it a few times (don't ask) and we reminisced on the days when he'd go somewhere to hide and load his pants up.

Ah...the good ol' days.

But wait....there's more!

Remember the Pancake Puff commercial? Chances are if you haven't turned your sound down, you can still hear the glorious sounds of deliciousness a couple posts down. Anyway, if you thought I wasn't going to order it...you were wrong. That sucker is due at my house ANY DAY NOW. It's a big thing at our house and we can hardly wait for it to get here so we can go bug-puff-crazy.

And yes, there will be video.

I feel like it's almost time to talk about Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull. I'll wait a couple days, but I think we need some discussion about this flick. But let me make this clear:

I didn't hate the movie. For reals. I did think it was the worst of the series, however.

We'll discuss...

In the interviews I’ve done with the press for the New Oxford American Dictionary Word of the Year selection, one word from our runner-up list always seems to draw comment: tase (or taze), meaning “to stun with a Taser (a brand of electroshock gun).” The incident that popularized the word tase is still fresh in the minds of many Americans: at a public forum with Sen. John Kerry at the University of Florida on Sep. 17, 2007, the student Andrew Meyer was arrested by University police after being subdued with a Taser. As millions would later see on YouTube and surrounding media coverage, Meyer shouted, “Don’t tase me, bro!” as the police sought to restrain him. This quickly became a well-traveled catchphrase, appearing on bumper stickers, T-shirts, and the like. Despite all the attention tase has received from this event, the word actually has had a long history predating its moment in the pop-cultural sun. (more…)

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