My Isabelle

My children continue to astound me.

On a birthday outing for my mom at Red Robin, Isabelle, while holding her balloon, witnessed the accidental popping of a toddler's balloon a couple tables down from us. So, of course she turned to me, described what she had just seen, and stated she'd like to give her balloon to the little girl. Everyone around was touched when we walked over and explained her mission. So, of course she was certain to be rewarded with a new balloon with the color of her choosing before we left the restaurant.

Tee hee! [IM]

Jessica says:
I'm so out of it, I didn't know where the super bowl is taking place, nor do I know who is playing.
Justin says:
THE STEELERS
Justin says:
and tehe cardinals
Justin says:
damnit, I giggled

A typo personality? [IM]

Jessica says:
Don't you know by now that I always overlook whatever typo you make?
Richard says:
I almost dare you to call me out so you can witness my magnificent indifference

YES WE CAN [IM]

Jessica says:
I'm being oppressed.
Jessica says:
I want to change the station to NPR which is covering the inauguration live, but I can't because "Scott (the owner) hates political shows."
Jessica says:
So I have to remember to go watch it in the break room in a half hour.
Jessica says:
I've been listening to the radio since I got up and the wayinto work. I feel so anxious listening to "easy listening" instead of how many people are in DC.
Richard says:
well you're oppression will not stand once Obama swears in
Richard says:
he'll change things

FYI

Sometimes when referring to Selsun Blue, I call it Desitin. So if I ever say, "I wash my hair with Desitin," please know in advance I mean Selsun Blue. Not diaper rash cream.

And yes, I have dandruff issues. Kindly shut it.

Ok, Ok, Goodnight

I fall into ruts all the time. I thrive on routine. I don't have to think in routines. Saying goodnight to the kids is a routine. Pray, say goodnight rhyme, hug, kiss, done. Except Elijah has to explain to me for the 134th time that he's having a hard time in a certain spot in his game. "You'll figure it out," I drone. "Yeah, I'll figure it out." Ok, so I turn to leave...

Elijah: Oh, and mom...?
Me: (Ugh) Yes?
Elijah: Thanks for putting new batteries in the Wii remote.
Me: You're welcome (turning to leave)
Elijah: Oh, and mom...?
Me: (behind the semi-closed door) Yes?
Elijah: I love you and I think you're great.
Me: Sigh (returning for a great big hug)
Elijah: I think you're great.

So Sad

Leaving WalMart just a bit ago, I noticed what seemed to be a young man walking to his car. It's just that he was toothless and looked about a rough 60 years old. I assess he is/was on the meth. Some months ago, I noticed this tiny woman with black stringy hair pulled up into a ponytail shopping in Safeway. A little girl walked up to her calling her mom. She turned, and I swear she looked old enough to be this girl's grandmother. My heart broke. I don't like addicts being referred to as 'tweekers' or 'meth heads.' One of my best friends from high school was addicted to meth. I never knew this until her funeral. She had been clean for one month before she hit a tree driving in the fog and was ejected through the windshield of her truck. There were stories of how she struggled to climb out of her addiction. I hadn't spoken to her for probably close to 10 years. I had always meant to call, but I never did. Now she's gone. Who knows if we would have gotten along had I reconnected with her. I still wish I had, though. She is what has made this horrible drug a personal issue for me. She is what personifies those 'tweekers' and makes them human to me. They're stuck in this hell and they either don't know how, or don't want to get out. It's just so very, very sad to me.

Holy Pete [IM]

Justin says:
would you rather be a guinea pig or chinchilla
Jessica says:
whatever doesn't get eaten.
Jessica says:
What's a chinchilla?
Justin says:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chinchilla
Jessica says:
Ohhhh
Jessica says:
I thought it was a Taco Bell menu item.
Justin says:
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Justin says:
holy pete
Justin says:
I just had an "old lady smoker" laugh

OMG I have a follower!!!11!!four

Thanks, Jenn! I'm on my way to blogging stardom!

Members only [IM]

Dave says:
I have a gigantic penis.
Jessica says:
Comparitively?
Dave says:
On an absolute scale.
Dave says:
I try to share the wealth and poke as many as possible.
Dave says:
The problem is, few women can handle my enormous schlong.
Dave says:
I'm currently fending off several lawsuits for domestic violence, all because of my huge noodle.
Dave says:
Yeah, so I've decided it would be inhumanly cruel to continue porking women with my violently large mancicle...
Jessica says:
There are no sex toys adequate for your manhood?
Dave says:
A man such as myself has to content himself with inadequacy out of necessity.
Dave says:
It's a real problem when I go to the zoo...
Dave says:
people keep trying to feed it peanuts.
Dave says:
And I have to say, Ma'am, please...
Dave says:
don't let your children do that.
Dave says:
Sorry, I must be bored or something.
Jessica says:
It's quite alright.
Jessica says:
I"m going to be copying this into a blog when I get the chance.
Dave says:
I've been trying to work on a blog, lately... mostly thinking about it, though.
Dave says:
Not so much actually working on it.
Dave says:
But I'm thinking of taking it up again.
Dave says:
My brother steve is a professional blogger these days.
Dave says:
He's been studying how to make them pay.
Dave says:
And then of course, if you get enough readers, you can very easily get a book deal.
Jessica says:
I would LOVE something like that!
Dave says:
Well it takes about a year of consistently posting interesting reading material, which obviously is a challenge...
Dave says:
but if you're doing a good job, you should be able to make at least a grand a month from advertising after that time.
Jessica says:
Nice.
Dave says:
Yeah, it's worth doing, I think.
Dave says:
I need to stop overthinking my next post and just write it.
Jessica says:
You do.
Dave says:
I would, but it's hard to do with a three-foot-high pile of coiled up penis in your lap.
Jessica says:
Nicely done, sir.