Abby and I went on a little daddy-daughter-donut-date this morning. As we passed a shopping center Abby announced, “There’s a kissing ice cream shop!”
To which I asked, “Why is it a kissing ice cream shop?”
Her reply was that the logo was some red lips. Which logo you might ask?
This one:
Never saw the lips before. Now I’ll probably never see the words 🙂
No, I didn’t misspell ‘Friend’ in the title. The book ‘My Friend Flicka’ has been made into a movie. I read that book as a ‘tween and recall that on a very bad day for me I was reading it. I had some sort of argument with my mom and crawled into the secret room in their house (at the time, they no longer live there) and read the book and cried off and on during the day. Sure, that’s not too manly but I had enough hormones surging through me on that day that I’m pretty sure that I would have qualified as a lab rat.
Anyway, I got to the end of the book and was all weepy and then my dad came home from work and searched me out. He was a bit upset that I had given my mom a hard time. I probably through one of the biggest tantrums of my post-kid life that day and I’m pretty sure my dad was ready to send me to Siberia. I can’t remember much about the book, I just remember being a completely goofy jerkwad to my parents.
Thanks Mom and Dad for not finishing me off that day when I probably deserved it 🙂
Or that’s what I heard. Instead on Abby’s educational television show the hippo said it was going to start a ‘leaf’ collection. Which is quite different from beef. Except that maybe its a carbon based molecular structure. The upside of starting a beef collection is that you could really wow people with your exotic cow types. “This is a filet mignon from a Guernsey – you don’t see those in a lot of places. I don’t have very much pork in my collection because its not bovine but because of the filet…” [editors note: you won’t find Guernsey filet mignon for good reason, they’re dairy cows].
Say, this weekend will be a time to fall back on your clocks and sleep in [somewhere between Saturday and Sunday in the nether-regions of time]. Unless you have kids. Or a dog. Or are an insomniac. Or your neighbor is a real jerkwad and revs their Hemi engine really loud outside of your house, or within a block of your house for that matter. You could get up and take the time to get ready for the day – but I’m skeptical any readers of this blog besides my dad actually does this.
So, however your Carpe Diem philosephy works out – remember that you have to do it at a different time.
So yesterday we went to a mall that is opening not too far from our house (15-20 minutes I guess) where they had advertised as having a “live” Strawberry Shortcake show. When we arrived, along with about 600 of our closest friends (we actully knew one family there, which was amazing by itself) they started the show with a live ‘MC’ who was going to lead the Strawberry Shortcake ‘show’ along with a CD of Strawberry Shortcake and her diabetes inducing cohorts. Except that the CD had a scratch on it (or the player was severely busted). So the MC guy would say, “Hey, everybody! Are you ready to meet Strawberry Shortcake!?” The audience would go wild and then the Strawberry Shortcake music would start to play in that CD skipping fashion, “Doo-doo-d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d”. Then it came time for Strawberry to say something. And by say something at a live action show they mean a CD plays a pre-recorded Strawberry Shortcake bit. What they really should have had happen was get someone next to the mixer board to just say the silly parts. It was ten minutes or so of completely silliness. But in the end the kids were happy because they got to meet/hug/wipe snot on Strawberry Shortcake.
On the up side only 6 kids got speparated from their parents and had to be taken by ‘officials’ to the D.A.R.E. truck that costs more than most Aurora Police make in a year. Another up side was that I got slightly sunburned from having to walk from the outskirts of the packed parking lots into the place where they were doing the show. I guess its good preparation for when I have to go Christmas shopping.
This week is going to be rather fun, Evie turns one on Tuesday. I’m so thrilled that she’s developing into a little toddler girl. My baby girl won’t be a baby much longer. Abby ages a year every month it seems as her vocabulary, her clothes and her body change. Wow. I have two beautiful girls, a gorgeous wife and a lovely chance to be a husband and dad.
Good times!
and I’m one of the chosen few. They want me to go out and be one of the few, the proud, the Marines. The “re-crew-ter” wanted to schedule a time for me to come down and talk with him about my goals and future. I was touched that at least one agent of my government wanted to know me on such a personal level. No politician has ever wanted that.
But then I realized that this guy just wanted me for my body. That made me feel dirty because I’ve not had any other guy proposition me like that. I’m just a number to him – I think number 5,269. But whatever number I might have been it was nice of him to call. I told him that I have a lovely career and that I have two little girls that I’m not going to leave behind. They can draft me if they need me that bad, but I think that right now they’re using the NASCAR drafters instead. Not to mention I have a wife who would be sad if I was gone on a tour of duty in Iraq that has been extended every time I’m just about to go home like so many of the soldiers have had happen. We have one couple that we are aware of from church (the daughter of some folks at church and her husband) who have been delayed in being back together for several years now. Years.
No thanks, I’ll stick with my zero minute commute and getting to see my family as needed.
Tonight we picked up a few small presents for Evelyn’s birthday. With her in the cart. Holding the presents as we walked through the store. I love shopping with her because the surprise will still be on her face when she turns one on the 24th. Its good stuff 🙂
She loves puppies and dogs for those who are wondering.
So, last night was the beginning of our weekend without the kids for our eigth anniversary. The Kaes have the girls, and we have this odd sense of freedom. As we left the house we were waiting at a traffic light and I looked in my rear view mirror there was a woman picking her nose. I didn’t think much of it because after driving for so long I’ve seen more nose picking than would make for a good blog entry to write about. But in a split second she slipped her finger into her [feeling sick here, sorry] mouth. At this point in time I should have looked away but I was shocked. I wanted to see clearly and penetrate the slightly less that crystal clear image I was seeing to make sure that I was really seeing what I thought I was seeing. She did it again. I busted into odd laughter and Jessica asked what was so funny. I told her. And then I think I pretty much ruined the whole evening for her because of my obvserving one strange woman doing things that ought not be done. I dug myself a whole there was no getting out of.
After we spent some time together we were able to forget about the gal and things went smoothly and we had a good time. Day one ended with no other freakishly weird things happening 🙂
This evening at Abby’s T-Ball “switched-up sports” Abby had a pretty good time. She didn’t obey the coach 100% of the time, but she did manage to spin around with her brand new, not so soft, leather glove… right into my male body parts which are certainly not accustomed to such intense contact.
I’m pretty sure this will help keep our family of four, four. But the upside to this is that Abby was very apologetic, which I can’t explain clearly enough. She repeated her apology over and over until I whispered out, “I forgive you.” Which was what she needed to hear, because after that she was ready to play catch with another boy who pretty much immediately cried when she threw the ball to him and caught him in the chest when he wasn’t expecting it.
I guess I don’t have to worry about her and boys quite yet 😉