Random Stuff for October 1st

So, I'm sitting here rebooting my computer and my wife is looking at the caller-id list on our phone.

"Who is Brian Kelly?"

I'm thinking furiously. Who was that person who called this morning? Oh yeah...

"That was Jenna." (a call from Jenna for Brittany)

"Why is his name Brian Kelly?"

At this point, I pause and all brain activity ceases. I don't know what to say. Perhaps, his mother named him Brian Kelly? Why is anyone named the way they are? Is this one of those mysteries of life that're unanswerable?

Barb answered her own question though, "Oh, Jenna's last name must be Kelly."

Yeah. I would gather that also. Of course, that information doesn't exactly explain why Brian is named Brian Kelly, but Barb's answering her own question allowed me to keep my mouth wisely shut.

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While I was eating dinner last night, Barb was telling me she took our 12-year old son, Ben, to the mall yesterday. According to Barb, it was a "...really good day at the mall. Out of the last three times I've taken Ben to the mall, this is the first time a security guard didn't yell at him."

I paused, fork half-way to my open, gaping maw. "What happened the other two times?"

Apparently, security guards don't appreciate a running, lurching 12-year old boy trying desperately to go down and upward bound escalator.

In a similar fashion, said security guards (at another mall this time) don't appreciate a 12-year old boy greedily scooping coinage out of the fountain in the middle of the mall. Ben's explanation on this event was, "I wasn't stealing it! I was just throwing it back."

However, Friday's visit to the mall was security-guard event free. Something I'm glad to report to you all.

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I had a very, very shameful thing happen to me about two weeks at work. I really hate to admit this, but confession is good for the soul, right?

I was caught... listening to Cher.

I just really like that Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves song. So, I like listened to it about 12 times in a row. Apparently, headphones aren't really always all that quiet. After about the 11th time in a row Vic asked me if I was listening to Cher.

Shamefully, I admitted my guilt.

Laughter occurred, directed at my general location. Later, Vic played Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves for all of us over his speakers for the whole room to hear (dedicating it to me).

I didn't listen to it for days afterwards. Even when I finally got up the courage to listen to that song again, I did so with the volume turned way, way down.