Our younger kids want everything in the store... the older ones are way better. That darn younger generation! ha, ha. Glad I hooked you on Mushy Gushy.. it'll probably come back to haunt me.
Looks like you have been blogging while I wasn't looking! That is always a tough one. My kids favorite was a robotic horse that you could really ride. Try to find one of those, although I think they have them now. About the company party. I totally went through withdrawls when TM left his last job. I feel bad that Boo never got to experience one. Oh well, I guess that's just the way things go.
In the event that you are one of the 3 people who reads this that doesn't know me personally, I thought it might be helpful to clarify certain individuals who I repeatedly mention here. CORY is the guy who said that even if I insisted on squeezing the toothpaste from the middle, he would still like to share a bathroom with me. For the rest of our lives. SAMANTHA is our 12-year-old daughter who exhibits equal concern for zebra shaped erasers as she does for living relatives. DREW is our 8-year-old son who goes back and forth between wanting to be a Superhero when he grows up or the first President of the United States to be sworn in by a real jedi. It's a good life.
I was almost named after a guy who underwent a sex change. When my mother learned “his” new name, noting that it was the same as the one they had chosen for me, she changed it. Close call. I’ve discovered lately that I love to write, and that one of the gifts I can offer the world is to provide proof that there is someone out there who is crazier than they are. You’re welcome.
To prove it, I’ll admit right now that I sing along out loud to my iPod while riding my bike. I have underwear older than my 11-year-old daughter, I own two glue guns, and I love the side salads at Outback. I rarely sign a paper that isn’t returned with some kind of food stain, I’m not above reading a smutty romance novel during a beach vacation, and I’ve never been skinny dipping in the South China Sea. (The Mediterranean on the other hand, is lovely in the spring.) I learned the hard way that “Pay It Forward” is a poor movie choice when searching for a good “pick-me-up”, and I firmly believe that there is a time and a place for tole painted geese and that it ended about eighteen years ago.
So, welcome to my blog. May you find joy and validation here.
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Good luck with that.
Poor Drew. What? Does he think he's 16. Nothing motorized until then, even if it is just a scooter.
Our younger kids want everything in the store... the older ones are way better. That darn younger generation! ha, ha. Glad I hooked you on Mushy Gushy.. it'll probably come back to haunt me.
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Looks like you have been blogging while I wasn't looking! That is always a tough one. My kids favorite was a robotic horse that you could really ride. Try to find one of those, although I think they have them now. About the company party. I totally went through withdrawls when TM left his last job. I feel bad that Boo never got to experience one. Oh well, I guess that's just the way things go.
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