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Archive for May, 2009

The horrible conversation with my five-month-old daughter

Posted in Baby stuff, Family stuff on May 27th, 2009 by Chris

A couple of months ago I got home from work and walked up to my wife and baby daughter, who were sitting and playing happily on the couch.  I said, “Annalise?  Come here.  I need to talk to you.”

My wife asked if she should come too, or was this a private father-daughter thing.  I said, “No, you come too.”

I sat Annalise down on my knee and said, “Okay, honey, I just have to tell you something.  Okay?”

Annalise gurgled happily.

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The C word

Posted in Random random thoughts on May 23rd, 2009 by Chris

Now is the C word cancer?  Or is it that other word?

Because people are going around here and there haphazardly referring to “the C word,” and frankly I can’t keep them straight. 

As you can imagine, the conversation can change dramatically if you start out thinking they mean the C word, and halfway through you realize, oh, no, they mean the C word.

That’s pretty much going to blow the conversation for you from that point on.  I mean, no matter which way the conversation goes from there, it’s just gonna be too much of an adjustment. 

“Oh…you meant….I thought…uh….so you were talking about…okay.  Well…(gulp)…………………………… look.  Just never mind.  I… I have to go.” 

There’s no recovering from that. 

Besides, if the C word refers to both cancer and………. er, not cancer, well then it’s not the C word now is it?  It’s ONE of the C words. 

Interesting Google searches which led people to this site #4

Posted in Random random thoughts on May 21st, 2009 by Chris

The search
expression you can’t put a pig in a dress
led to  Review - There Will Be Blood

Sarah Palin was here!  Let it go, Sarah, I don’t think he meant you.

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Great comments which I still felt compelled to delete, #9

Posted in Random random thoughts on May 12th, 2009 by Chris

Dating Black Woman
k74v78@yahoo.spam
swingersvids.victorianotes.spam

last Wednesday I’ve just enter to search dating black woman and get your “Okay, THAT was weird” post as a result! That’s what exactly what I need! God bless Internet:)

Apr 22, 3:05 PM — [ View Okay, THAT was weird ]

Uhhhhh

Uhhhhh

Uhhhhh

….glad you liked it.  ?

    

Lonny Adrein
joegght@gmail.spam
poyeerta.wordpress.spam

It sounds like you’re creating problems yourself by trying to solve this issue instead of looking at why their is a problem in the first place.

Apr 26, 12:38 PM — [ View Oh dear. ]

I’m sorry, I thought the reason their was a problem was that the celebrities on Celebrity Jeopardy were stupid.  Did I miss something?  Was their more to it?

        

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Mother’s Day poetry

Posted in Family stuff on May 10th, 2009 by Chris

 

The Pasture
Robert Frost

I’m going out to clean the pasture spring;
I’ll only stop to rake the leaves away
(And wait to watch the water clear, I may):
I shan’t be gone long. — You come too.

I’m going out to fetch the little calf
That’s standing by the mother. It’s so young,
It totters when she licks it with her tongue.
I shan’t be gone long. — You come too.

       

One of the earliest memories of my mom reading to me is this poem. 

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Up wayyy too late (or is it early?) II

Posted in Lyrics on May 6th, 2009 by Chris

SHOOT DOWN THE MOON
elton john

oh no, I don’t want it
you can take it all
I’ll put my money where my mouth is
put your suitcase in the hall

oh, you robbed me blind
of what little hope remained
you put a gun to my head
a bullet through my brain

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Up wayyy too late (or is it early?)

Posted in Lyrics on May 6th, 2009 by Chris


UNINVITED
alanis morrisette

like
anyone would be
I am flattered by your
fascination with me

like
any hot-blooded woman
I have simply wanted an object
to crave

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For Johnny

Posted in Random random thoughts on May 5th, 2009 by Chris

Jack Johnson:
Why you doin’ this, Doc?

Doc Holliday:
Because Wyatt Earp is my friend.

Jack Johnson:
Friend? Hell, I got lots of friends.

Doc Holliday:
I don’t.