Smart Boy
Jackson instinctively knows his dad is a dork and that the things his dad says are sometimes goofy. He just gets it.As I was getting him into his pj's tonight he said, "I'm keeping my sockoos on." Then he stopped, looked a little embarrassed and said, "My daddy calls them sockoos." I laughed out loud. So did Jackson. Then he said, "Daddy also says underoos and pantalones, isn't that funny?" Yes, son it is. Let's see, some other Jackson bits of wisdom lately...
Mystic humor
Laughter comes easily in our house and no subject is taboo, including my work choices. But humor can also convey change, love and acceptance, even if it’s reluctant.
In response to my latest January Dancing-Tree Consulting Newsletter, my mother-in-law emailed my husband, privately, writing, “Do you think the time will come when you and I would [...]
the Island: winter walkabout
gorgeous day here today. still below freezing, but sunny and still. we took advantage of the weather for a walk in the wet meadow near our house. it felt far from the city, but do you see the CN Tower peeking up over the grasses? we rediscovered the beaver lodge and tromped around on trails through the cattails and reeds. 3 of us had more fun than 1 of us.
FIND A FUCKING CHURCH BASEMENT
All my fly bitches like (dirty money, dirty money) All my stripper bitches like (dirty money, dirty money) All my college hoes like (dirty money, dirty money) Dont it spend so right? (dirty money, dirty money)Clipse "Dirty Money"Last month my upstairs neighbor moved out; she was cool and all, but a total theater nerd (not that there is anything wrong with that) but she utilized her apartment as a
Uruguay Farm Photo #14: Frog in Mehari
It’s been raining like crazy for the past couple of days. We’ve had frogs in our house. And thanks to parking next to the frog pond, we’ve had frogs in our car. This one looked like he was going to make a jump, but he rode all the way to town. Couldn’t find him when we returned. I wish him well in his new life in Rosario.
The Talk
Every week, usually on a Monday, a packet of papers comes home from my son’s school. Usually it consists of a lunch menu, various PTA correspondence, a fund raiser one-sheet, and if my wife and I have been doing our job, a letter from the principle or my son’s teacher talking about how awesome he is and how much they wish more of the kids were like him. (Okay, okay…maybe not the last one, but he did get tapped to be a Lunch Buster. Still need to read up on what that is.)
Cycle over
Sorry for keeping you all in suspense this weekend. But I've been really busy with teaching. AF came on Friday, officially bringing an end to my first IUI cycle. We are thinking about our next steps now. I think it will involve a lap to get more answers on what is going on with my left tube.In happier news, Go Saints!