the big guy has decided that he would now like to pee standing up. his aim is about 80% accurate. i therefore have a new job similar to that of the guy who walks behind horses at a parade doing clean up. the other day i told aidan to go ahead and wash his hands while i cleaned up the wet toilet (and floor). as he climbed up on the stool to turn on the water he looked over at me (with my trusty toilet paper and disinfecting wipes in hand) and said, "mama, you really need to get a bigger toilet" ... ahhh, so true aidan, so true.
17 August 2009
14 August 2009
julie
senior pictures on the cheap. i realized when taking these that it might very well be the first time i had a willing participant in the photo taking relationship ... julie didn't try to eat the camera, blow raspberries at it, close her eyes on purpose, turn her back, or scream "no pictures!" and run away. good job jules.
09 August 2009
overheard at the fair
(i was resting against a building visiting with a friend while watching two men in handcuffs being questioned by various security and police 30 yards away ... also watching a couple a few feet away watching the same scene as us while smoking a joint ... but the story isn't about either of them ...)
a hippie-with-money-and-i-surf type guy (longish, curly, blond hair; sunglasses; flip flops) was sort of walking in circles outside the door of the building obviously trying to get a hold of someone because the cell phone was up & down to his ear every few seconds.
a group of 3 girls walks out of the building. the one pushing a baby stroller has a tattoo on her neck with someone's name in cursive, a tattoo on her arm "in memory of..." and various other cursive writings on her body. she also appeared to have no eyebrows, but rather ones that were drawn on. i was so sucked into her various shades of scary that i couldn't even tell you what the other two girls looked like.
the conversation:
surfy guy: "hey, did you see a wiener dog and a blond walk into that building?"
tattoo lady: "no, have you seen my earring?" (she lifts up her hair to reveal the no earring)
surfy guy: "no"
and they go on their separate ways. meanwhile guys are out of handcuffs writing statements to the police and the pot smokers lost interest and moved on.
true story.
a hippie-with-money-and-i-surf type guy (longish, curly, blond hair; sunglasses; flip flops) was sort of walking in circles outside the door of the building obviously trying to get a hold of someone because the cell phone was up & down to his ear every few seconds.
a group of 3 girls walks out of the building. the one pushing a baby stroller has a tattoo on her neck with someone's name in cursive, a tattoo on her arm "in memory of..." and various other cursive writings on her body. she also appeared to have no eyebrows, but rather ones that were drawn on. i was so sucked into her various shades of scary that i couldn't even tell you what the other two girls looked like.
the conversation:
surfy guy: "hey, did you see a wiener dog and a blond walk into that building?"
tattoo lady: "no, have you seen my earring?" (she lifts up her hair to reveal the no earring)
surfy guy: "no"
and they go on their separate ways. meanwhile guys are out of handcuffs writing statements to the police and the pot smokers lost interest and moved on.
true story.
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