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Mothers posing naked for calendars appears to be fading in popularity...

Women in a Spanish village who posed almost naked for a calendar they hoped would fund a leisure centre for their children have been left with huge debts after they failed to sell enough copies.

"It was an erotic calendar by the firemen of Bilbao that gave us the idea," one of the women, Rosa Garin, told AFP Thursday by telephone from the village of Serradilla del Arroyo in western Spain.

The seven mothers took the photographs themselves, posing virtually nude in the local swimming pool, the tourist office and the bakery last November.

But only 1,500 of the 7,000 copies of the 2008 calendar were sold, at five euros each, and they are now in debt to the printer, who is threatening to take them to court claiming 18,000 euros (29,000 dollars) in damages and interest.

If pizza lasts two whole days in our refrigerator at our house, that's bad pizza. We've now had several pieces saved in our refrigerator for three days from a store-bought pizza - I can't say what kind it is because I didn't cook it, and we don't remember what we bought - and nobody wants to touch it. Unheard of around these parts.

I do remember that it cost $3 on sale at Giant, so I guess I won't be buying any more $3 frozen pizzas.

I'm a cold pizza fan. I think Christine Lavin was on the right track. Our son would eat pizza for all three meals each day if we let him. There's no way it should still be in our fridge - it's gonna get tossed.

I would have hoped that our nation was teaching people to be more responsible than to intentionally provide their underage kids with alcohol.

Apparently, I would have been wrong.

The overwhelming message from panelists at the Town Hall meeting on underage drinking Wednesday was that parents have proven to be the most common source for kids having access to alcohol.

The first speaker from the panel was a high school student who began drinking when she was 12 years old.

“I went with a friend to her parents cabin, and they let us have the alcohol. They didn’t have a problem with it, so I thought, ‘OK, it’s not that big of a deal.’ We went to parties and we mostly got the alcohol from parents,” said Jessie, whose last name is withheld.

Jessie went on to say, looking back, she couldn’t believe that so many of the parents didn’t try and prevent it.

This is just sad, and is just another reason why parents ought to know the parents of their kids' best friends.

I work at home. There's a lot of upside to it - flexibility to be with the kids when they need me, a lot cheaper costs on commuting and office clothes, etc. There's some downside as well - it can get lonely working by yourself, and you have to set up routines that put you around people for conversation and comradery, even if that's the coffee shop or the YMCA. Like any other work environment, there are times when I strongly value the benefits, and times when I am unhappy with the limitations.

One of the things that comes from working out of your house is that some neighbors seem to think that since you're around, you're not doing anything, or much of importance, anyways. The importance part might be true, except this is how I make my living, so it's important to us.

True story from a few days ago - the doorbell rings, and I can see it's one of my neighbors as I come down the stairs. I answer the door.

"What are you doing?" he asks.

"Working," I answer.

"Do you have five minutes?" he asks.

This is a trick question. Interruptions are never for five minutes, and when I'm in the middle of a job, it's some work to come back after a lengthy break and figure out where I am on it.

"Not really, I'm kinda busy. What's up?" I replied.

And then I found out. Our neighborhood ordered a porta-potty for one of our neighborhood parks for the next six months, it makes it easier for neighbors to have events there with a bathroom facility. It was delivered yesterday, and apparently in the wrong place in the park. This neighbor wanted me to go help him move the porta-potty to the correct place. Like, now. Ha ha ha. It's not a big job, but it's not my job, and my job needs me to work at it at that time.

"C'mon, that's the company's job. Call them up and tell them to place it where we requested it, that was part of the deal. We don't need to do this, that's their job, that's what we're paying them for," I told him. He said okay, and went on his way.

Yeaaarrrgh. I don't know, it just struck me as funny, that somehow I'm the guy he thought of to move a porta-potty in the middle of a work day. I'm going to have to do some reputation building, I think.