The Steve Martin movie sequel.
Cheaper by the Dozen 2 is a sequel to the 2003 “remake” of the 1950(?) original, which has nothing in common with it except the title and the fact that the family had 12 children. I have not seen it, because as much as I might like Steve Martin I am tired of Hollywood doing this. I have not seen either of Mr. Martin’s Pink Panther movies for the same reason.
Actually, there was a sequel to the book, about the family after that. I believe it’s called Belles On Their Toes.
And there was a movie made of Belles on Their Toes.
I realize that I do not run the world, and it means nothing to my life if I see this happening, but the way you gym bunnies misuse the stair machine grinds my nerves. It’s idiotic, and you look like a twat doing it. Holding yourself up on the rails while you twinkle your toes on the pedals is not excercise. Ok, well, I imagine you could make a case for the effort it takes to hold you up, but that’s not what the machine is for.
I am bitter as hell about this, because I’m working really hard to get more fit and look good in clothes, while they do fuck-all and get to look like that for nothing. It isn’t fair, and I’m childish in my hate of them, so…
sniff Somebody call the waaaaahmbulance!
Quit complaining about the fucking weather. If you live somewhere where there are actual seasons, it WILL get bitterly cold in the winter and tiresomely hot in the summer? Christ! Move somewhere where it’s mid-seventies all year or SHUT UP! I realize that there are always some extreme exceptions, but, for the most part, don’t be a pussy! In general, you are free to move about the country. Yes, thank you, it IS cold enough for me, dick! 
The bulb in the lamp on the post in our front yard has burned out again! We’ve lived in this house for only 2 1/2 years, and I’ve had to replace that damn bulb 5-6 times already. Since replacing the bulb involves getting out the stepladder and disassembling the top of the lamp, it’s 15 minute job.
No one else in the entire neighborhood seems to have this problem, and we all have the same kind of lamp post. Why are we the lucky ones?
Oh, and that doesn’t even count the $600 expense last summer to run a new wire from the house to the lamp when some critter apparently chewed through the existing wire and shorted it out.
I’m gonna go with “somebody was high,” “somebody was related to somebody,” or “somebody thought it would be hilarious.” Possibly some combination thereof.
Get me a job somewhere warmer that pays at least as well, with benefits at least as good, with coworkers I mesh with as well, and with the same number of my close friends living nearby, and I’ll happily move.
So, pretty cold out today, huh? I think I had about an inch of slush on my shoes when I came into the office!
[Kaniktshaq moritlkatsio atsuniartoq.
Observe the snow. It fornicates.](What are the nine Eskimo words for snow? - The Straight Dope)
Yes, it’s winter, and yes, it snows in the winter. But it’s been snowing every damn day. That’s too much.
It snows in winter, in deepest darkest Ohio.
And that is a very scary thing, for some more than others.
For instance, take the poor driver who was out when the flakes started falling yesterday. Here he was, faced with visibility cut to 300 yards, traveling over a road clogged with as much as 1/25 of an inch of snow (where bare pavement did not intervene), on a level two-lane road with a 35 mph limit. Going slower than the limit would be prudent, yes. 30 mph? 25? Even 20? OK. But crawling along at 5 freaking miles per hour with no traffic in sight seems a wee bit extreme.
And to you, my fellow travelers later in the day, with similar conditions (the plows having gone past a short time earlier, leaving bare to minimally covered pavement), doing 20 in a 50 mph zone in the left lane is something short of acceptable.
Get over to the right, or just stay off the roads hiding under the covers. It snows here. Deal with it, you colossal weather weenies.
hear, hear!! 
(btw - is your username based on the variety of clematis with the same name?)
Yep.
I drew the line at calling myself Guernsey Cream or Beauty of Worcester, although General Sikorski wouldn’t have been bad. 
I should have changed my username to Ville De Lyon (Alpine Odorata wouldn’t have had the same ring).
We get the same thing in Calgary every year, Jack. No, we get two things every year - the idiots who confuse snow and ice with bare pavement, and the weenies who confuse bare pavement with snow and ice. Between the two of them, it’s a wonder we don’t have more accidents here.
Well, “Cheaper by the dozen” is a very sob-bable movie. I mean, think of the amount of bacteria in danger of extinction which could have been saved with the money thrown away on that pile of steaming shite!
While withdrawing from long-term use of an SSRI I found myself tearing up at commercials. The most mawkish Lifetime Movie glurge had me choking back sobs. I’ve never experienced anything like it.
What a relief when it passed and I returned to my cold-hearted, indifferent self.
Dear Asshole Who Lives Down The Street From Us,
As you know because YOU LIVE DOWN THE STREET FROM US, our neighborhood has mostly on-street parking. Most of us do not have garages or carports. Many of us have multiple cars, and some of us have high-school-age children, which means even more cars. So parking is at a premium around here. You and I and God and everybody, we all know this.
SO FOR THE LOVE OF MOTHERFUCKING WHAT THE SHIT!?, why have you left your car parked in the same spot without moving it once, not even when we had that thing with the flooding, or the other thing with the goddamn ice floes in the gutters, since FUCKING JULY? Why? Oh, wait, because according to what you told the nice old lady across the street when she asked you if you would move it back in OCTOBER: “I pay my fucking taxes, you old bag, and I can park wherever the hell I want.”
Not according to the cops, you can’t. And now that your registration is expired I called them, and by the time I get home from work that shitmobile should be towed. Ha. You yutz.
Suck it, dickbag!
xoxo rockle.
PS – I know who siphoned your gas, too.
PLEASE come back later with an update that tells us it’s been towed!
Is he illegally parked (other than an expired registration)? I think I’m behind you on this rant, but if he’s parked in a legal spot, is he under any obligation to move his car? Is it time-limit parking? The guy sounds like a douchebag from your post, but I’m not sure why his car isn’t supposed to be where it is.
My husband called me – it already has been towed, and apparently the guy was home when the tow truck came, and he made a big scene and ran down the street after the truck and everything. I am a mean person, and I wish we had this on video. Claimed he “had no idea,” even though there were bright orange “ABANDONED VEHICLE” stickers all over the car since Monday. And believe me, I can’t be any happier about this, because ever since he dumped his car there, the parking scheme for the entire block has been jacked up, and maybe now I’ll be able to park in front of my own house for a change.
Technically, he isn’t in an illegal spot – in fact, that spot is where we had been parking our second car since we moved into the house. In the beginning, I was mostly inconvenienced, because I am a creature of habit. But while my immediate neighborhood isn’t a bad one, it is “sketchy-area-adjacent,” so we keep our eyes open. People have friends and family, so a new car on the block is no biggie, and when one car suddenly appears and no one goes near it for months at a time and nobody knows who it belongs to, you start to wonder, right? (No? Just me?)
It would have had a bright orange “Abandoned Vehicle” sticker on it and gotten towed here, too. Legal on-street parking is not a dumping ground for vehicles people aren’t using regularly. I wouldn’t have waited months to call it in, either. I’m nasty that way. ETA: Forgot to say, no, it doesn’t have to have expired registration or anything; cars parked on the street have to be moved regularly, even if you pay your taxes.
Once again, dental assistant, temporary caps/crowns HURT! They hurt like a sonofabitch until the permanent one gets put on (at least, they do for me, and that’s who we were discussing). Do not, once again, tell me that temporary crowns aren’t supposed to hurt - I don’t care if they are supposed to sing me a lullaby every night. What they DO do is hurt so bad I have to take as much ibuprofen as I can every day, and piggyback Tylenol on that to make the pain stop. All day, every day, until that permanent crown gets cemented on. This is my fourth crown - I know the drill (heh).
On the plus side, the nitrous oxide was not bad, not bad at all.