Battle of the Supers

Originally uploaded by itchick

You just never know what kind of battle you’ll find down there on the carpet in the middle of a pile of Legos, exactly why I felt the need to capture/blog this one. Just outside this photo stands a mini-Lego basketball hoop where Shaquille attempted to slam dunk a plastic football. Mr. Incredible blocked the shot with full-body brute force, as you can see here. Not a good match for Shaq - better luck next time.

The Catholic Girlie turned 11 years old today, and I’m finding myself in a state of, well, I’m not quite sure what state I’m finding myself in right now. Our little family ‘home’ party went better than planned, mostly because I was able to shop for a few party necessities early this morning, and then pre-cook dinner, bake cookies, decorate and bring treats to her classroom all before the school bell rang for the day. All this left me thinking, “Now that’s why being an independent consultant is so incredible!” Amazing.

So CG returned home from school to find the house all decorated in her honor, along with party goodies like cake, presents, music and more. We took pictures, pigged out and enjoyed her presents - it was total fun for all. In fact, the smile on CG’s face indicated that she was on top of the world about the whole 11th birthday thing, the best present of all. Woohoo!

But all the partying is not quite over yet. Oh no, it’s not. Why? you ask? Because turning 11 years old just wouldn’t be quite right without a sleepover with all of your closest 5th grader friends, now would it? Which is exactly why I’ve planned the party of the century to be held right here in the Catholic Homestead, so that exactly 9 people will get absolutely no sleep whatsoever over the weekend and will return completely bleary-eyed to work/school on Monday. That’s exactly what turning 11 is all about.

Party on.

While checking out an online service called Hulu that I blogged about over on my corporate blog, I found a video clip of Natalie Portman in which she raps like some sort of gangster chick. Thinking this kind of behavior was out of character for such a squeaky clean Harvard grad, I couldn’t help but roll on the floor laughing. Who’d have thought Natalie was so crude in real life? Makes you question the integrity of film stars these days, doesn’t it?

Take a look - but brace yourself and be prepared for Natalie’s raunchy (albeit censored) rap:

Now that we’re over and done with the last bookclub book that will appear on this blog, let’s take it on over to the new Chicken Lit Bookclub site for book #6: The Alchemist by Paulo Coelo.

Getting this bookclub started has been a little bit of a challenge, but I can envision smooth sailing now that it has found a new home, a place where it can really get busy. Not only that, but I can keep the ITCM blog focused on my usual blogging stuff without having to weed through bookclub posts. That’ll be nice. Oh and hey, the timing? Perfect - just in time for Easter.

Enjoy the holiday and join us with book #6!