Wednesday, September 29, 2004
Highlights (Get it? 'Cuz it's that kids magazine)
Gave the boys fresh haircuts.
I'll let you guess which one sat and watched TV like a little angel and which I had to put into a half-nelson while he screamed, wrenched and finally barfed
And it's official- Stewart's walking. I'm on pins and needles chasing him around all day, because he's not that good at it yet (shhh, don't burst his bubble) and he's constantly banging his face on tables, chairs and bookshelves. Always on the corners, of course, so he gets nicely bruised.
I just know DCFS is going to come knocking at my door, especially after he gave himself a shiner on our patio fence (I cannot for the life of me figure out how, as I was right in front of him).
I'll let you guess which one sat and watched TV like a little angel and which I had to put into a half-nelson while he screamed, wrenched and finally barfed
And it's official- Stewart's walking. I'm on pins and needles chasing him around all day, because he's not that good at it yet (shhh, don't burst his bubble) and he's constantly banging his face on tables, chairs and bookshelves. Always on the corners, of course, so he gets nicely bruised.
I just know DCFS is going to come knocking at my door, especially after he gave himself a shiner on our patio fence (I cannot for the life of me figure out how, as I was right in front of him).
Sunday, September 26, 2004
NERDS! NERDS! NERDS!
I caught the last half hour of Revenge of the Nerds on Comedy Central. For some reason, this movie was absent from my youth.
Maybe it was rated PG-13 or R, thus preventing my parents from taking me. I missed a lot of movies that way, Dirty Dancing and Footloose among them.
I think that in most families the oldest sibling is the most socially stunted- without a big brother or sister to introduce them to things they're not supposed to see, they're adrift in a sea of Disney.
I remember when I was little my parents used the mute button to bleep out the swears in Back to the Future ("Jesus Christ, Doc, you incinerated Einstein!"), and whether or not we could watch Little Shop of Horrors was a topic of hot debate.
Yet by the time my little sister entered kindergarten, she was quoting from Batman with curses intact and helping my brother and I act out the smashing-in-the-head-with-the-baseball-bat scene in The Untouchables. I was great as Dinero ("I'm a man of many enthusiasms... enthusiasms...enthusiasms...") while my brother did a great hollow-cheeked man.
Having older siblings left Liz far more equipped for the brutal world of elementary school than I was. She started school knowing all the words to Bon Jovi's Bad Medicine whereas I had nothing more than an affinity for Casper the Friendly Ghost.
I had to learn everything important from my fifth grade best friend Amy Thruman because she had an older sister and was therefore a semi-normal human being.
From Amy, I learned all the dance moves from Great White's "Once Bitten, Twice Shy" video, that CC DeVille from Poison "hung left" (I had no idea what it meant at the time), and that if you're prudent and wise, you always smoke cigarettes "to the cotton."
I also learned to play Super Mario Brothers, got to watch Nightmare on Elm Street, and could identify by NAME several high school boys (none of whom I ever met) who were "real" skaters and several who were "posers." As I recall, Abel was in fact a skater, whereas Billy was a mere poser.
Amy was also a good source of dirty books and horrifying true crime novels like Sybil, the abused child who had some sixteen personalities. I had to ask for help with some of the books- I recall silencing the lunchroom by asking Amy what "seduce" meant, connecting it only to the happy dance tune from Flashdance, "Seduce Me Tonight."
Eventually, Amy did tell me what it meant, although on that particular day she just gritted her teeth and muttered, "I'll tell you LATER."
But no amount of education from Amy could make up the ground I'd lost. I was destined to be a nerd throughout my school years.
Which brings me to my original point. Revenge of the Nerds was quite disappointing!
I did enjoy the jocks screaming "NERDS!" in a rage, but I expected a better comeback from the nerds than that weak speech at the pep rally.
I expected the movie to be one half nerds getting wedgies, and one half Ocean's Eleven style revenge caper. I thought the nerds were going to come up with an elaborate Rube Goldberg style plan that would annihilate the jocks in one fell swoop.
A five minute stint with a megaphone isn't any kind of revenge in my book.
Maybe it was rated PG-13 or R, thus preventing my parents from taking me. I missed a lot of movies that way, Dirty Dancing and Footloose among them.
I think that in most families the oldest sibling is the most socially stunted- without a big brother or sister to introduce them to things they're not supposed to see, they're adrift in a sea of Disney.
I remember when I was little my parents used the mute button to bleep out the swears in Back to the Future ("Jesus Christ, Doc, you incinerated Einstein!"), and whether or not we could watch Little Shop of Horrors was a topic of hot debate.
Yet by the time my little sister entered kindergarten, she was quoting from Batman with curses intact and helping my brother and I act out the smashing-in-the-head-with-the-baseball-bat scene in The Untouchables. I was great as Dinero ("I'm a man of many enthusiasms... enthusiasms...enthusiasms...") while my brother did a great hollow-cheeked man.
Having older siblings left Liz far more equipped for the brutal world of elementary school than I was. She started school knowing all the words to Bon Jovi's Bad Medicine whereas I had nothing more than an affinity for Casper the Friendly Ghost.
I had to learn everything important from my fifth grade best friend Amy Thruman because she had an older sister and was therefore a semi-normal human being.
From Amy, I learned all the dance moves from Great White's "Once Bitten, Twice Shy" video, that CC DeVille from Poison "hung left" (I had no idea what it meant at the time), and that if you're prudent and wise, you always smoke cigarettes "to the cotton."
I also learned to play Super Mario Brothers, got to watch Nightmare on Elm Street, and could identify by NAME several high school boys (none of whom I ever met) who were "real" skaters and several who were "posers." As I recall, Abel was in fact a skater, whereas Billy was a mere poser.
Amy was also a good source of dirty books and horrifying true crime novels like Sybil, the abused child who had some sixteen personalities. I had to ask for help with some of the books- I recall silencing the lunchroom by asking Amy what "seduce" meant, connecting it only to the happy dance tune from Flashdance, "Seduce Me Tonight."
Eventually, Amy did tell me what it meant, although on that particular day she just gritted her teeth and muttered, "I'll tell you LATER."
But no amount of education from Amy could make up the ground I'd lost. I was destined to be a nerd throughout my school years.
Which brings me to my original point. Revenge of the Nerds was quite disappointing!
I did enjoy the jocks screaming "NERDS!" in a rage, but I expected a better comeback from the nerds than that weak speech at the pep rally.
I expected the movie to be one half nerds getting wedgies, and one half Ocean's Eleven style revenge caper. I thought the nerds were going to come up with an elaborate Rube Goldberg style plan that would annihilate the jocks in one fell swoop.
A five minute stint with a megaphone isn't any kind of revenge in my book.
Wednesday, September 22, 2004
Junk Mail
Why is this so funny?
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I've been thinking lately about what I'm going to do when the boys start school full-time. Sure, that's a long way off, but if I go back to teaching, I have to take a couple of classes within the next year or so to keep my certificate current.
I'm just not sure that I want to get a job at all when they start school. Like Adrienne, I've always been able to keep busy at home. And it's not just because I have kids. Before I got pregnant with Owen, I was unemployed for nearly five months (well, technically, I had the teaching job at Lakewood, but I got it in May and it didn't start til September) and I never had cause for complaint.
Now that I have two kids, I really can't complain of boredom. And when they start school there will still be so much to do between shopping for and cooking meals, taking them to activities and picking them up afterwards, attending school functions and programs- not to mention holidays, half-days, teacher's institutes and endless sick days that I would have to worry about taking off work for.
And it's not like the house will clean itself and the laundry will get done and the lawn watered just because the kids are in school. All those things I do now still have to be done (and you'd better believe Kyle isn't going to do any of them). It's just a question of whether or not I want to put in a full day before I do all those chores.
I mean, come on, it's a no brainer. Why would I want to work 40 hours a week- PLUS another 25 (unfortunately teachers bring a good deal of work home with them), and then on top of that be a full time maid to three people and a dog?
Obviously it is better for me to stay home. And really, it's better for the whole family. It's definitely good for Kyle and I's marriage- I know that if I went back to work and then had to do all the childcare/housework on top of that I would be bitter at him and we'd fight all the time because he wouldn't help out as much. I think it's good for the kids too, because if they're sick I won't feel resentful of them making me miss work, and I will be able to attend all their special school programs or activities. On top of all that, I will be able to cook halfway decent healthy foods like I do now rather than order out greasy fried food every night like when I was teaching.
I know all this makes sense, but I still feel nervous about that decision. I really feel that people will look down on me or think I am lazy, or just in some way think that I ought to be working simply because I could. Yes, I could. It's just that my life would SUCK.
Dude, the life of a working mom truly sucks, unless she makes a lot of money and can pay someone to do mom things for her. A teaching salary ain't gonna cut it. The only other time it seems to work really well is if there's a grandparent around who can watch the kids for free.
I guess I should just do what I think is best and screw what everyone thinks, but that's always easier said than done.
I'm just not sure that I want to get a job at all when they start school. Like Adrienne, I've always been able to keep busy at home. And it's not just because I have kids. Before I got pregnant with Owen, I was unemployed for nearly five months (well, technically, I had the teaching job at Lakewood, but I got it in May and it didn't start til September) and I never had cause for complaint.
Now that I have two kids, I really can't complain of boredom. And when they start school there will still be so much to do between shopping for and cooking meals, taking them to activities and picking them up afterwards, attending school functions and programs- not to mention holidays, half-days, teacher's institutes and endless sick days that I would have to worry about taking off work for.
And it's not like the house will clean itself and the laundry will get done and the lawn watered just because the kids are in school. All those things I do now still have to be done (and you'd better believe Kyle isn't going to do any of them). It's just a question of whether or not I want to put in a full day before I do all those chores.
I mean, come on, it's a no brainer. Why would I want to work 40 hours a week- PLUS another 25 (unfortunately teachers bring a good deal of work home with them), and then on top of that be a full time maid to three people and a dog?
Obviously it is better for me to stay home. And really, it's better for the whole family. It's definitely good for Kyle and I's marriage- I know that if I went back to work and then had to do all the childcare/housework on top of that I would be bitter at him and we'd fight all the time because he wouldn't help out as much. I think it's good for the kids too, because if they're sick I won't feel resentful of them making me miss work, and I will be able to attend all their special school programs or activities. On top of all that, I will be able to cook halfway decent healthy foods like I do now rather than order out greasy fried food every night like when I was teaching.
I know all this makes sense, but I still feel nervous about that decision. I really feel that people will look down on me or think I am lazy, or just in some way think that I ought to be working simply because I could. Yes, I could. It's just that my life would SUCK.
Dude, the life of a working mom truly sucks, unless she makes a lot of money and can pay someone to do mom things for her. A teaching salary ain't gonna cut it. The only other time it seems to work really well is if there's a grandparent around who can watch the kids for free.
I guess I should just do what I think is best and screw what everyone thinks, but that's always easier said than done.
Tuesday, September 21, 2004
A Breakthrough...
Kyle and I were watching a used car ad last night on TV when Kyle suddenly bursts out with, "Why are these prices so LOW?"
"Oh," he said, "These are used cars." He paused thoughtfully. "Man, we should get a used car next time we buy one."
I pretty much just gaped at him. "Did you just have a breakthrough that used cars are cheaper than new cars?" I finally asked.
He giggled like a schoolgirl- "I did, I really did!"
In a way you have to respect Kyle. Although he blows money like no tomorrow, he's never thought about money in any real way. Money for him is nothing- just something you need to get stuff.
Whereas I think about money as a concept and like the idea of accumulating it and possibly swimming in it like Scrooge McDuck.
Although I feel I'm smarter about money, I believe he's much happier.
This weekend we chopped our bougainvillea to the ground again. I think the front of our place looks much neater without it. The problem is that I have to keep trimming the stump because it literally springs up in a matter of days and I can't dig out the stump because it's like thirty years old and it would take a construction crew and/or fat Mexican laborer (Mike, you're always saying you need money! Be my lawn boy!).
Here's some pictures of my garden, freshly trimmed for fall and soon to be strewn with pumpkins and their ilk. Damn, I love the word "ilk." I think that and "embroiled" are my two faves.
"Oh," he said, "These are used cars." He paused thoughtfully. "Man, we should get a used car next time we buy one."
I pretty much just gaped at him. "Did you just have a breakthrough that used cars are cheaper than new cars?" I finally asked.
He giggled like a schoolgirl- "I did, I really did!"
In a way you have to respect Kyle. Although he blows money like no tomorrow, he's never thought about money in any real way. Money for him is nothing- just something you need to get stuff.
Whereas I think about money as a concept and like the idea of accumulating it and possibly swimming in it like Scrooge McDuck.
Although I feel I'm smarter about money, I believe he's much happier.
This weekend we chopped our bougainvillea to the ground again. I think the front of our place looks much neater without it. The problem is that I have to keep trimming the stump because it literally springs up in a matter of days and I can't dig out the stump because it's like thirty years old and it would take a construction crew and/or fat Mexican laborer (Mike, you're always saying you need money! Be my lawn boy!).
Here's some pictures of my garden, freshly trimmed for fall and soon to be strewn with pumpkins and their ilk. Damn, I love the word "ilk." I think that and "embroiled" are my two faves.
Saturday, September 18, 2004
Tuesday, September 14, 2004
Media Update
I know, I'm a sucker- I liked Jersey Girl. I mean, it was no Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back- it was a completely different style of movie, but still good. Let's put it this way- if it was a Penny Marshall or Ron Howard film, everyone would've loved it, but since it was a Kevin Smith, everyone thought it was garbage. It's just a very straight, rather sappy movie about parenthood.
I'm reading an awesome book called Valverde's Gold, which is about a treasure supposedly hidden by the Incas in the Llanganati Mountains in Ecuador.
It's sort of a hunt for the treasure, combined with a history of all the people who have gone looking for it and died. Only small pieces of the Llanganatis are even mapped, and the weather, terrain and high elevation make most of the area uninhabitable. It's really fascinating.
Yes- in case you're wondering, I do all my reading based on the Entertainment Weekly book reviews. And books lent by Connie.
Good news- apparently the fourth season of Mr. Show is being released!
I'm reading an awesome book called Valverde's Gold, which is about a treasure supposedly hidden by the Incas in the Llanganati Mountains in Ecuador.
It's sort of a hunt for the treasure, combined with a history of all the people who have gone looking for it and died. Only small pieces of the Llanganatis are even mapped, and the weather, terrain and high elevation make most of the area uninhabitable. It's really fascinating.
Yes- in case you're wondering, I do all my reading based on the Entertainment Weekly book reviews. And books lent by Connie.
Good news- apparently the fourth season of Mr. Show is being released!
Monday, September 13, 2004
Randomness
Congratulations to Uma and Bruen on little Neela! We're so happy for you guys!
We watched Jack and Bobby last night. It was all right- we'll probably continue for a few more episodes and see how it goes from there. I'm not sure how interested I'll be now that I know which one's the Pres- but maybe Owen and Stew have made us suckers for a show about two brothers.
We also finished Bad Santa, which was phenomenal. Billy Bob is actually kind of hot- I can see what Angelina saw in him. Shame about the tattoo, though.
Well, it's nearly fall in L.A., and we are being besieged by giant spiders. At sundown they descend from the trees to spin their webs. We counted six of them in our yard tonight- silently spindling back and forth, looking like they were climbing on air. It's like freaking Arachnophobia around here.
Luckily, we also have enormous American cockroaches in our bathroom. Yeah, they're the big kind. With the wings. Yeah.
We watched Jack and Bobby last night. It was all right- we'll probably continue for a few more episodes and see how it goes from there. I'm not sure how interested I'll be now that I know which one's the Pres- but maybe Owen and Stew have made us suckers for a show about two brothers.
We also finished Bad Santa, which was phenomenal. Billy Bob is actually kind of hot- I can see what Angelina saw in him. Shame about the tattoo, though.
Well, it's nearly fall in L.A., and we are being besieged by giant spiders. At sundown they descend from the trees to spin their webs. We counted six of them in our yard tonight- silently spindling back and forth, looking like they were climbing on air. It's like freaking Arachnophobia around here.
Luckily, we also have enormous American cockroaches in our bathroom. Yeah, they're the big kind. With the wings. Yeah.
Friday, September 10, 2004
Let the TV Season Begin!
My TiVo list for this fall:
Gilmore Girls: Never really watched this before. Connie had us TiVo some eps for her this spring while she was out of town and I got addicted.
Scrubs: Again, never a huge fan, but Dave and Connie got me into it.
Lost: I was disappointed by Alias, but I loved the first two seasons of Felicity. Plus, the concept intrigues me.
Wife Swap: I just want to watch rich bitches clean toilets.
The Bachelor: I can't get enough of this garbage.
That 70's Show: Sure, it's jumped the shark a little what with Kelso becoming a father, and Eric and Donna breaking up for the zillionth time (Why couldn't they just get married? The center of the show has never been Eric and Donna's make-up/break-up garbage- it has been how they work together to solve problems in their long-term relationship, which is kind of why I liked the show. It was the only one that didn't prolong this will they/won't they B.S.)- but I'll give it another shot.
Joey: Much as I had hoped it would be terrible, I actually really liked the pilot.
The O.C.: Mandatory.
The Apprentice: Of course.
Survivor: Vanuatu: All-Stars brought me back into the fold.
Desperate Housewives: Fantastic pilot, neat mix of mystery and comedy. Kind of reminds me of Fox's Pasadena, which aired, I think, in 2001, and was cancelled a few episodes in.
Arrested Development: Mandatory.
Gilmore Girls: Never really watched this before. Connie had us TiVo some eps for her this spring while she was out of town and I got addicted.
Scrubs: Again, never a huge fan, but Dave and Connie got me into it.
Lost: I was disappointed by Alias, but I loved the first two seasons of Felicity. Plus, the concept intrigues me.
Wife Swap: I just want to watch rich bitches clean toilets.
The Bachelor: I can't get enough of this garbage.
That 70's Show: Sure, it's jumped the shark a little what with Kelso becoming a father, and Eric and Donna breaking up for the zillionth time (Why couldn't they just get married? The center of the show has never been Eric and Donna's make-up/break-up garbage- it has been how they work together to solve problems in their long-term relationship, which is kind of why I liked the show. It was the only one that didn't prolong this will they/won't they B.S.)- but I'll give it another shot.
Joey: Much as I had hoped it would be terrible, I actually really liked the pilot.
The O.C.: Mandatory.
The Apprentice: Of course.
Survivor: Vanuatu: All-Stars brought me back into the fold.
Desperate Housewives: Fantastic pilot, neat mix of mystery and comedy. Kind of reminds me of Fox's Pasadena, which aired, I think, in 2001, and was cancelled a few episodes in.
Arrested Development: Mandatory.
Tuesday, September 07, 2004
Possible Crazy Mongolian on the Loose!
My mom called this afternoon and left the following message on my voicemail:
"Hi Sarah! I'm just driving up to Grandma's. Dad's coming home tomorrow and he's bringing a live-in named Raj from Mongolia, and he's going crazy over all that, so I think I'll probably have to stay here (Grandma's, I assume) for a while. Just wanted to call and tell you that news. I don't think my cellphone will work here anyway, so I'll let you know how that works out on Thursday."
Okay, you can't just drop the bomb that my dad is bringing home some random Mongolian with no explanation of WHO he is, or WHY IN THE NAME OF GOD he is coming home with them, or HOW LONG, precisely, a "live-in" Mongolian might stay, and then tell me I have to wait til Thursday for the details! It's just too cruel.
I feel like Bridget Jones with weird messages on my phone from my parents and foreigners coming to live with them.
In addition, I'm still wondering who exactly is going crazy, my dad or the Mongolian?
I hope he looks like Ghengis Kahn and destroys sporting goods stores a la Bill and Ted. That would be awesome.
"Hi Sarah! I'm just driving up to Grandma's. Dad's coming home tomorrow and he's bringing a live-in named Raj from Mongolia, and he's going crazy over all that, so I think I'll probably have to stay here (Grandma's, I assume) for a while. Just wanted to call and tell you that news. I don't think my cellphone will work here anyway, so I'll let you know how that works out on Thursday."
Okay, you can't just drop the bomb that my dad is bringing home some random Mongolian with no explanation of WHO he is, or WHY IN THE NAME OF GOD he is coming home with them, or HOW LONG, precisely, a "live-in" Mongolian might stay, and then tell me I have to wait til Thursday for the details! It's just too cruel.
I feel like Bridget Jones with weird messages on my phone from my parents and foreigners coming to live with them.
In addition, I'm still wondering who exactly is going crazy, my dad or the Mongolian?
I hope he looks like Ghengis Kahn and destroys sporting goods stores a la Bill and Ted. That would be awesome.
Sunday, September 05, 2004
The Passion
Kyle's thoughts on The Passion: "Wouldn't it be great if your coffee table was casually made by Jesus?"
Saturday, September 04, 2004
Memories
We took the kids- and Dave and Connie- to the L.A. Zoo for some animal action.
All was going well with quiet, happy kids until I got the bright idea to put sunblock on everyone.
Owen and Stewart promptly rubbed about a gallon of it into their eyes and screamed bloody murder for the next half hour.
Finally we put them both in the stroller, screaming and slobbering, and they fell asleep, though not before a long period during which they'd both scream if you looked at them or spoke to them.
For the next hour, the four of us shuffled around looking half-heartedly at crocs, birds and monkeys while the boys slept.
It's not that I don't like the zoo, it's just that the zoo is something you want to share with your kids, not have them sleep through.
Now, if we were shopping and I were trying on clothes, sleeping would be wonderful. I should be so lucky.
They woke up for the elephants, and then we went to lunch.
Stewart screamed his way through the meal and Owen just smeared PB & J on everything- he at least seemed to have regained his dignity.
At this point, Dave and Connie clearly couldn't take anymore. They politely took their leave and wandered toward the exit under the pretense of doing "laundry"- I actually believe they would have flown to Venus if it would have gotten them away from us.
However, after lunch things were much smoother. Stew was still tired and seemed to have a cold or allergies so he slept for a good long while, and Owen walked around with us and looked at all the animals.
He liked watching the crocs eat and the "Arabian" antelopes, which wag their tails like dogs but have gigantic horns.
However, as usual, he was far more interested in finding every sewer grate, pipe, and manhole in the park and enthusiastically pointed each one out.
He also shouted "baby!" at each and every stroller that went by and believe me when I say that that was a lot of strollers.
At last we straggled back to the car and went home, where we had a philosophical discussion about memories.
The question was: Was it worth it to struggle through that horrifying day for the sake of a few pictures that make it look like we actually had fun?
The answer: Yes. After a few years have gone by, our photos will become our memories. We can choose to edit out the bad ones (I probably won't, they're too funny) in which case all we will remember is our fun day at the zoo. Or we can keep them all, bad and good, and remember the hour of gut-wrenching sobs that accompanied one of our first family trips. Either way, at least we have a memory, and if we'd sat at home on our butts all we'd have is extra-large asses, like Mike Anaya.
SEE THE DAY IN PHOTOS
All was going well with quiet, happy kids until I got the bright idea to put sunblock on everyone.
Owen and Stewart promptly rubbed about a gallon of it into their eyes and screamed bloody murder for the next half hour.
Finally we put them both in the stroller, screaming and slobbering, and they fell asleep, though not before a long period during which they'd both scream if you looked at them or spoke to them.
For the next hour, the four of us shuffled around looking half-heartedly at crocs, birds and monkeys while the boys slept.
It's not that I don't like the zoo, it's just that the zoo is something you want to share with your kids, not have them sleep through.
Now, if we were shopping and I were trying on clothes, sleeping would be wonderful. I should be so lucky.
They woke up for the elephants, and then we went to lunch.
Stewart screamed his way through the meal and Owen just smeared PB & J on everything- he at least seemed to have regained his dignity.
At this point, Dave and Connie clearly couldn't take anymore. They politely took their leave and wandered toward the exit under the pretense of doing "laundry"- I actually believe they would have flown to Venus if it would have gotten them away from us.
However, after lunch things were much smoother. Stew was still tired and seemed to have a cold or allergies so he slept for a good long while, and Owen walked around with us and looked at all the animals.
He liked watching the crocs eat and the "Arabian" antelopes, which wag their tails like dogs but have gigantic horns.
However, as usual, he was far more interested in finding every sewer grate, pipe, and manhole in the park and enthusiastically pointed each one out.
He also shouted "baby!" at each and every stroller that went by and believe me when I say that that was a lot of strollers.
At last we straggled back to the car and went home, where we had a philosophical discussion about memories.
The question was: Was it worth it to struggle through that horrifying day for the sake of a few pictures that make it look like we actually had fun?
The answer: Yes. After a few years have gone by, our photos will become our memories. We can choose to edit out the bad ones (I probably won't, they're too funny) in which case all we will remember is our fun day at the zoo. Or we can keep them all, bad and good, and remember the hour of gut-wrenching sobs that accompanied one of our first family trips. Either way, at least we have a memory, and if we'd sat at home on our butts all we'd have is extra-large asses, like Mike Anaya.
SEE THE DAY IN PHOTOS
Thursday, September 02, 2004
About a year ago, Kyle tried to sit on an end table and racked himself so hard that he couldn't sit down for a month without whining.
Dave and I laughed for about five hours after the event, and again at each subsequent whine.
I will never laugh at such things again.
Today as I was kneeling to put toys away, I went down super fast because I was in a hurry and took myself in the rear with the corner of the coffee table.
It hurt so bad I literally almost cried, something I haven't done out of pain since I was little.
Payback's a bitch.
I can't wait for it to happen to Dave.
Dave and I laughed for about five hours after the event, and again at each subsequent whine.
I will never laugh at such things again.
Today as I was kneeling to put toys away, I went down super fast because I was in a hurry and took myself in the rear with the corner of the coffee table.
It hurt so bad I literally almost cried, something I haven't done out of pain since I was little.
Payback's a bitch.
I can't wait for it to happen to Dave.
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