I knew that taking the preschool photos would be like herding cats. Unfortunately, I was right. The circles around her eyes aren’t from a lack of sleep. No, the puffiness is from crying. My guess is that taking photos went much like the trip to the doctor and trying to get her on the scale.
They say bigger is better. That’s a myth, but no one wants to pretend that a tiny bit will do the job. It’s embarrassing to want seconds and thirds just to get enough.
Who the hell came up with the “fun size” Halloween candy? There is nothing fun about that size!
What were you thinking?
‘Schweddy Balls‘, juvenile humor, hits their radar. Their complaint states disapproval of “Hubby Hubby” (a tribute to gay marriage). But they make no mention of ‘Karamel Sutra’, which I did find at the store. Maybe the original “Sex for Dummies” guide could help them overcome fear of ‘Schweddy Balls’. It’s only ice cream after all.
“The deer are always at that field.”
“I wish they would come to our house.”
“There are plants you can use to attract them.”
“Yeah, I was looking at plants to attract hummingbirds. Do you think they would attract deer too?”
“I don’t know. Do deer eat hummingbirds?”
*glaring*
“Yes, carnivorous deer with huge teeth.”
Picture taken 10/17/11.
It was hard not to notice the jars and canisters filled with expired food. Reading the dates on some wasn’t necessary. Those labels haven’t been used in years.
“With all the food I’m surprised that there aren’t more bugs here.”
“The bugs ate the food and died.”
“Where are the bug carcasses?”
“See the dust?”
Unfortunately, that day has come. Good-bye Steve Jobs. I never owned any Apple products, but I admire the innovation Mr. Jobs gave the computer world.
His passing makes me wonder what will be said of Bill Gates when his time comes.
Abort, Retry, Fail?_
Suddenly the blue screen of death would have more profound meaning.
He lifts his upper torso up with his arms, the bottom half still on the floor. He pushes off with his hands and propels himself. He’s mobile!
He’s moving backwards.
He pushed himself into a corner.
Frustrated that he’s not going in the right direction and unable to gain forward momentum he gets upset.
“Momma!”
Picture taken 9/24/2011
I understand a little competitiveness or the occasional feeling of jealousy, but for her there is never a feeling of genuine happiness for the accomplishment of another person. How can anyone become close with an attitude like that? Petty competition and jealousy consumes her. It makes me sad. Why bother trying to make it work?
Picture taken 11/14/2009. This picture has very little if anything to do with the 55. It's just a picture I took of mushrooms thriving off of dog poop.
Looking at the picture at the end of the book it didn’t fit the theme, or did it? Is it a clue or am I wishing too much? Am I putting pieces together that just don’t belong? Should I face the facts as presented or keep poking around until I reach a more favorable answer?
Picture taken 7/25/2011 by a friend at my grandmother's cabin in Alaska
“Can my daddy be here?” She asked repeatedly during our two-week trip to Alaska.
Photo taken 7/24/2011 by a friend at my grandmother's cabin in Alaksa
“Where is my daddy?”
When he came home, Sophia ran to give him a big hug. She said, “Look my friend Daddy is home!”.