Holy smokes do I have a topic backlog. It all comes, I suppose, of eating too much honey . . .wait, er . . . where am I?

Oh, yes. The backlog.

I have really got to figure out a way to post more often. I love doing this. Just don’t have the hours. The frustrating thing is that I’ve got so many freekin’ ideas to peck out that I just can’t get to.

And now, despite my low post rate, I’ve been honored with this (more on that later).

So now I feel like I’m obligated to live up to it, which is good because I started this blog with the intention of delivering quality and hopefully even some value every once in awhile. The award is an excellent reinforcer of that intention. At least one other blogger appreciates the effort–which, truth be told, really kicks ass.

But sometimes you just have to post the quick silly thing–or nothing at all–and not feel guilty or stupid about it. So that’s what I’m doing here today.

There are a couple of signs around town that I think are kind of, um, what’s the word . . .quirky. Every small town has its quirks right?

Here’s an example of one of ours.

Because we do everything we can around here to keep our youth always on the right path:

. . .like maybe this guy.

Because if you’re not, I’ll guarentee you couldn’t care less. Only read this if you’re absolutely sure you have nothing better to do.

Come to think of it, even if you are a VLAR (very loyal and alert reader), you probably don’t care about what’s to follow. In fact if, in the past few days, you’ve found yourself upset, put out, or in any other way inconvenienced by what’s been going on here at Chris Wondra . com . . .um . . .you should probably figure out a way to move out of your parents’ basement and get a life (no offense).

So with that said . . .

The picture above is of my family (minus me, I’m taking the picture . . .duh) and Will Steger. It was taken at this year’s St. Paul Winter Carnival in January. The temperature that day was about 5 degrees and the wind was really kicking out of the north, so the wind chill was actually somewhere around -20.

Notice Nora’s (the youngest) facial expression. Priceless.

Anyway, Steger was using the event to kick off his latest adventure–a 1200-mile, four-month-long dogsled expedition across the Canadian Arctic’s Baffin Island. The expedition will be traveling with four Inuit dog teams over traditional hunting paths, up frozen rivers, through steep-sided fjords, over glaciers and ice caps, and across the sea ice to reach some of the most remote Inuit villages of the world.

Each day, the team will use innovative technologies to post video, images, sounds and text to the www.globalwarming101.com website, and communicate with online participants around the world.

I love great movie speeches. Don’t you? Here are maybe my four top movie speeches of all time–as I remember them.

Though you may have to forgive me. The seventh graders down the hall started dissecting things this week. I may be a little foggy on exact wording for a few of these.

Students. You gotta love ‘em. Sometimes they write the darndest things (these students are mine, these aren’t).

And sometimes they say the darndest things. The context of this assignment is a presentation for a speech class. The assignment was for each group to present a newscast complete with visuals (via powerpoint), sports, news, weather, and an editorial. They could include more if they so chose–as long as it was relevant, of course.

Just a couple gem quotes from today’s presentations:

A couple of weeks ago, a colleague of mine received a very exciting email informing him that he’d won a huge amount of money from some odd (but very official sounding) oversees organization. They didn’t ask for any personal information so my friend replied, thanked them, and let them know he couldn’t wait to start living the high-life.

Yesterday he got another similar email. This one was too good not to post here verbatim. The following is the email just as he got it word for word, punctuation for punctuation, bolded parts left as bold. I’ve only ommitted my friends name.