Cleaning out the clutter in the head

It's been a few weeks since the Snacks blog was in motion, and it's time to get a few things out of my head:


- If you're going to go to a zoo to taunt an animal, why would you taunt a tiger? I can think of 88 different animals I'd rather taunt. For instance, I would taunt penguins. They can't fly. Plus they can't eat you.

- OSU's men's basketball coach was fired last night. It was a move that had to be made, but I don't think this is a time to rejoice at all. I feel bad for coach John, because it's never entirely the coaches fault. Unless you're the coach of the USA women's national soccer team and you bench your starting goalie who hasn't given up a goal in the World Cup only to have the backup get worked and lose a game you should've won. Then yeah, it's all your fault.

- Why anyone would not want to be a parent is beyond me. Watching Jonah figure things out on his own, be amazed by things like a rattle or his own hand, or even just seeing him smile absolutely makes each day better than the last. You should all try it. You know, if you're in a stable relationship and have the financial means to support a kid.

- I won money at the casino for the first time in my life on Saturday. Now I understand why people like gambling so much. Watched my brothers clean up at craps. I'm still not sure how you play that game, but to me it looks like you put money on the table, people throw dice, and then you watch the money roll in. I swear I watched them for 45 minutes straight and they never lost a single dollar. Fantastic game!

- Is anyone watching American Idol this year? I haven't heard anyone at work say anything about it, I haven't even thought about turning it on. Is it finally starting to lose steam? Call it the Taylor Hicks hangover. Any contest that douchebag wins is not about talent. People are finally starting to figure that out.

- While it is fun to take your baby places and watch people ooh and ahh and tell you how great he or she is, it can also lead to awkward moments. At Subway on Friday night, our sandwich artist congratulated us on our baby, asked how old he was, then promptly asked us how long we'd been together. Ummm, none of your business dude? Then Saturday we were eating our clam chowder at Mo's and our waitress kept saying how perfect our son was. In fact, he was so perfect she said that he just made her want to cry. She reiterated this point at least three times. I think if we'd have stayed there any longer we might've had to issue an amber alert for a crying Mo's waitress running down the beach with a baby.