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18 Feb 2012

I am sucha dork!

Saw this commercial the other night while we were watching TV. It looked so glitzy and glam. I was paying too much attention to the video that the audio really wasn’t kicking in too much. I mean these guys really looked cool! A cool tune.

Then they mentioned the name of the product. I thought it was as bold and glossy as the product. Yet I still couldn’t believe someone would market their product under this name.

So I turned to my wife and asked, “Did they just say ‘Bastards of Style’?”

It sounds like that, right?

She shakes her head and laughs, “No, MASTERS of Style”. And she just kept laughing.

I paused for a moment, soaking in her laughter, then asked her, “Can this count as a sort of DYLANism?”

She said, “You better not.”

She thought this so funny she told her suite mates at work (and her sister, her aunt, the neighbors, etc.). Now when they get a glimpse of this commercial they’ll text her. i.e. “Just saw the Bastards of Style commercial, lol”.

Hey, it could fit, given the commercial! Right?

She thinks I need to get my hearing checked.

I think, is it any wonder we have the ~~arguments~~ disagreements ~~that~~ after I didn’t hear her right. ..the communication thing. It must be my perception. Yes, I think that’s it. I think it proves me point!

PS: She actually thought they said, “Ambassadors of Style” the first time.

Posted in Archives and tagged bastards of style, Dylanism, funny, gillete razor

09 Jan 2012

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DYLANism(s)…What a surprise!

I have never been around children too often before we had our own. So I do not know what is normal or what is amazing.

Monday night I just finished making dinner. I made dinner because Mom wanted to stay after work and go to the gym, with the New Years Resolution (atta girl!). Time was of the essence as the dinner was coming together, we had just gotten home from getting Mom a Sonic Reese Blast with extra Reeses, and Mom would be home soon. (I know, I am either a great husband, thinking of a Reese surprise for his wife or evil for bringing her a blast after her first attempt in the gym)

I put dinner on the table, without Mom being home. Dylan had just ignored my 4th attempt to get her in her seat, choosing to stay in my chair, stirring my water with my fork. Just then she knocked her chocolate milk on to the floor making a small mess. So I did something I should not have done. I yelled at her. I told her, “I have asked you 4 times now to get in your chair. Please get in your chair so we can eat!”

So Dylan quietly walked around to her seat without a word.

I had taken a few bites of dinner around a quiet dinner table when I heard Dylan tapping her index finger on her lip. I looked up at her as she asked herself a question out loud.

“Hmmm?”, she thinks. “What would make Daddy happy? What would make Daddy happy”, while looking at me.

You couldn’t help but smile at her with her innocence and good nature.

She said, “Daddy are you happy now? You are smiling. Are you happy now?”

Just then Mom walks thru the door. Dylan runs over to give her a hug.

Mom asks, “Am I missing dinner?”

Dylan enthusiastically responds, “We just started Mommy, but you can’t have your ice cream yet. You can’t have your ice cream yet.”

Mom asks, “Why not?”

Dylan answers, “It’s a surprise!”