Day: Mother’s Day Morning
Samantha: “Where’s Mommy?”
Bald Man: “In the bathroom.”
Samantha: “What’s she doing in there?”
Jake: “She’s clipping her eyebrows off.“
Samantha: “Nuh uh.”
Jake: “Uh huh.”
Here’s hoping you had a Mother’s Day requiring no clipping off of your eyebrows. 
This is going on my wish list. I love pens. Have I mentioned that? I do. And office products in general, but mostly pens.
Those were my answers to the question, “What do you want to be when you grow up?” from about the age of 12 until I graduated from college and knew that I wasn’t about to go back for a Master’s (much to my mother’s continued dismay). From then on the mom thing was it, and here I am. I wish I’d realized that a professional photographer could have been an option. Maybe that’s my answer now. For when I grow up.
This little quiz was interesting, if not all that accurate. I came across it over at Anne Marie’s. As she said, it takes about a second to complete. You all have time for that! 
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You Should Be an Artist |
 You are incredibly creative, spontaneous, and unique. No one can guess what you’re going to do next, but it’s usually something amazing. You can’t deal with routine, rules, or structure. You’re easily bored. As long as you are able to innovate and break the rules, you are extremely successful. You do best when you: - Can work by yourself You would also be a good journalist or actor. |
Though it’s true that I can’t deal well with routine and structure, I don’t think it’s all that amazing or surprising anything that I do. That sounds sad.
Head on over here, take your test, and lemme know. 
So, Bald Man and I are leaving Sam’s Club today and we’re almost to the car when we overhear the following conversation behind us between a father and son. Keep in mind that Bald Man is wearing his Columbus Crew hat and coat.
Kid: “You probably don’t like soccer because you didn’t really grow up with it, did you?”
Dad (in his Chicago Bears hat, mind you): “It’s not because I didn’t grow up with it, I just don’t see the point of a bunch of guys running around a football field chasing after a little ball!”
Annnnnndddd sooooooooo…….what is football, again????
12/15/07 3:21:54 pm. Frosty is cheerfully minding his own business.
12/15/07 3:21:59 pm. First suspect arrives on the scene. Appears to be a blond, blue-eyed male, approximately 3 feet tall, weighing between 28 and 32 pounds. No known tattoos.
12/15/07 3:22 pm. Second suspect arrives. Appears to be a dark-haired, dark-eyed male, approximately 4 feet tall, weighing between 41 and 45 pounds. Several scars on the face.
12/15/07 3:23:14 pm. Frosty has been decapitated. Second suspect is seen viewing the crime scene. First suspect not around.
12/15/07 3:23:46 pm. First suspect is recorded returning to the scene of the crime and poking about. Will be charged with gross abuse of a corpse.
12/15/07 3:23:52 Both suspects seen attempting to destroy evidence.
If you know the whereabouts of these two dangerous hoodlums, do not approach them. Let us know and we will coax them into custody with cookies and hot chocolate.
Gill (hi Gill!) tagged me in a “7 weird things about me”. Being that I am me, I certainly can think of another 7 weird things. Here goes….
1. I love pumpkins. I don’t know why. I love their color, their shape, and their announcement that fall has arrived. Love ‘em love ‘em love ‘em. See that one there? We made that. 
I know, I’ve also made three children, and you would think that might be a bit more impressive, but successfully growing a pumpkin holds its own special place in my heart. This was the only one of the three that the squirrels didn’t destroy before it reached the orange stage. Grrr…squirrels.
2. I think I just realized that I love pumpkins because they look so much like basketballs, and I love basketball. Hmmm. Weird.
3. I hate and get creeped out by earrings about as much as I do by buttons. They don’t bother me when other people are wearing them, but I just don’t want them lying around all willy-nilly. Hoops aren’t bad, but if I never again have to touch one of the others, that’s good by me.
4. I think I will one day get a tattoo. Yes, I know. Smoking and getting tattoos, two things you should never do for the first time after the age of 25. I think I heard that bit of wisdom on an episode of ER. Anyway, Gill reminded me of this in her recent post. Here were my results:
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You Should Get An Asian Inspired Tattoo |
 Mysterious and expressive You like to show off, but you also like to keep some allure |
Yeah, I don’t consider myself all that mysterious, and that’s not the design I have in mind, but they do look kinda cool.
5. If I’m invited over by a friend on a day that I haven’t showered, I feel the need to warn them. You know, in case they are inviting me over for the purely joyous aromatic experience of a recently cleansed me. Wouldn’t want to disappoint my fans.
6. I prefer to eat Kit Kat Bars by biting off the outside layer of chocolate (on the sides, not top and bottom), and then eating the separated wafer layers. When I was a kid, I would eat the toppings off of a pizza first, then the cheese, then the sauce and crust. I’ve gotten over that.
7. I can’t stand walking around in socks. I have to either be barefoot or in socks and shoes. No in between. Although I would wear socks to sleep if it didn’t creep Bald Man out.
There you go. More weird stuff about me. Run….run away……as fast as you can!!!!!!!!
This is one of my very favoritest Sesame Street clips EVER. R.E.M. hanging and singing Furry Happy Monsters with the Muppet gang. Does life get better than this? I have to stop and watch it every time it comes on TV. And dance with it, too. Enjoy.
I don’t care how comfy your three day old socks are. Changing your socks is not about your comfort, but about the quality of life for those around you.
You’re welcome.
