deep thoughts

NumberOneSon: Mama, I need to ask you sumfin. Mom, I don't like ghostes or icecuhbles. Or ducks. I like ducks. That's what I want to ask you. And I want to get Buzz at duh whyberry.

MyGirl: So guess what we are doing in school? In two weeks or one week...We are having an Easter party. An EASTER EGG PARTY in one or two weeks from today. How many thumbs up is that? We did marble painting today. You put the paint in a box and some marbles. And then you shake it, WITH AN ADULT, OF COURSE! And then it makes a great picture with squiggles. (hushed voice) But I think it's magic. I think it turns into Swan Lake.

haiku for today

I got pulled over
no inspection no license
it's quite expensive

Real hungry children
stuck in safety seats wonder,
"But you weren't speeding!"

I know my ID
number listed on the card
but what's the ex-date?

Real hungry children
strapped in their seats tell me that
they want some pickles.

D.M.V. website
down, turns out it is good news,
things could be much worse.

He let me go home
safe until midnight he says
I'm Cinderella.

Twenty-five dollars
Could have been two hundred plus
I got inspected.

sleepyman

Mama: Let's get you all snuggled into bed for nap. You look exhausted.

NumberOneSon (as his tired eyes roll up into his head): Zausted? I'm ear-zex-cwazy-sauce-ted. I'm CWAZY! Zausted.

the sermon

hot rhino love

It was a gorgeous nearly Spring day, and we had to go to Rochester anyway, so the team and I hit the Seneca Park Zoo. Much to our surprise, there was action in the rhinocerous pen. Usually when we visit the zoo, the rhinos stand around like nerds in a bar. Not today.

Chasing each other, sliding down the muddy hill, sticking their horns where the sun doesn't shine, goring each other quite bloody. At one point, Rhino A had hooked Rhino B's back right leg, and was running around after Rhino B. Poor Rhino B looked like an armored three-legged dog. Bec and I stood watching, waiting for one to throw in the towel...or to see what rhino mating really looks like.

Alas, the children were getting upset by the bleeding (fancy that), and we had to move on. By the time we came back, the animals were locked up indoors.

bad dream, mama style

I would like to preface this by informing you all that I am not really a dreaming sort of gal. If I ever reach that level of sleep where dreaming happens, and with all the snoring, teeth-grinding, awake-in-the-night people in my house, trust me, it's more of a life goal to have a dream than something I do on a regular basis.

But last night, people, I Had A Dream. Don't get all excited and expect a Dr. Martin Luther King experience, it was a Completely Weird Dream. And don't get all worried, because I'm not planning to recount the entire thing to you; that is just confusing for everyone.

My brother, JT, has been married inreallife for almost six years to Auntie Tef who we are In Love With. (We also love JT thismuch and their beautiful boys, just wanted to be sure everyone understands that before I continue.)

Here is the Completely Weird Dream's Plot: JT's and Auntie Tef's marriage had been declared null and void in the Grand Commonwealth of Virginia due to a well-photographed, newly-diagnosed, uncommon and chronic butt-hole condition of JT. They had to come to New York (where we Daytons live inreallife and in dream world, too, most conveniently) so that they could get married again and have it all be legal. Because apparently in NY we do not discriminate against people with uncommon chronic butt-hole conditions.

What in the world.

P.S. As far as I know, JT has no such uncommon and chronic butt-hole condition. And boy if you do, please refrain from showing me the pictures of said condition. Sharing's nice and all, but I promise I'll pray for your mung-ish backside if you ask nicely, no photos needed.

laundry @ 11:23

It is never a good thing when laundry occurs at 11:23 p.m. However, I firmly believe it is not a good idea to preach naked at one's own church (or any church, for that matter). Naturally that is a teensytiny exaggeration of the situation, as I would neverevereverever go around naked anywhere, especially church. Not. Gonna. Happen.

I was planning to blurp a little about our lovely dinner with a friend, but seeing as how I've mentioned myself, possibly naked, twice, in the last paragraph, I will refrain for the present. He will thank me later, I am sure.