Friday, November 20, 2009

Webcam Schmebcam

In jest, one of the members of the Board of Directors where I work teased that the organization should set up a webcam to watch what I really do on days when I work from home.

There is no need to go to all that trouble.

Beginning at 9:00 a.m., I open the door to several of the U.S. National Park Service's finest Park Rangers and we play strip poker until everyone is down to their hats.

Then we have a naked disco dance party for the rest of the afternoon.

[I don't ever stay in my pajamas, load the dishwasher, process the family laundry or scarf down less than desirable leftovers between back to back conference calls and deadlines.]

Let the record show my willingness to be completely transparent!



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Sorry the posting has been a bit thin around here.

Ever lose the thread of your own story?

Working on picking it back up...

Friday, November 06, 2009

Imagine A World

Last night The Rooster announced that no one in her class likes the color pink.

"But that’s crazy," I said. "Imagine the world without pink!"

"There wouldn't be any pink in the sky during sunrise or sunset!"

"Imagine a world without pink lemonade or baby piglets!"

The Mayor and The Rooster enthusiastically added their own list of pink things that would be missed.

This evolved into an elaborate game of “Imagine the world without…”

We imagined the world without a wole series of colors and then shifted to letters.

"What would the world be like without the letter B?" I asked.

"No butts!" The children declared.

[There was a great deal of imagining and discussion about how buttless beings might defecate.]

And so the game took its obligatory turn down Butts Lane – as any good game will - and we found ourselves pondering what life would be like if our bodies functioned differently.

The Mayor, falling all over himself with laughter yelled,

"Imagine a world where everyone ate rainbows and pooped butterlies!”

Close your eyes.

See it.

Now you are feeling what I feel.

Oh. The. Joys.

Sunday, November 01, 2009

Obligatory Postween Photos

Between the Halloween Candy Buy Back Program and the age-old Inter-Sibling Trade Negotiations, I had an hour off this morning!

There must be something wrong with my children though... all the chocolate candy is in the bag for the soldiers and they only kept the sour, gummy, odd things.

[Suddenly I'm feeling rather Semper Fi...]



The Carvers

The Rooster


The Mayor



Happy Day of the Dead!