Month: April 2004 Page 1 of 2

Tooth news.

Lee went to the dentist yesterday; he did have to get the tooth extracted. He went to the oral surgeon (Maxiliofacial Associates, near Colorado College–he recommends them highly), and everything went well.

Much less pain now, and all our shoulders relax just a little.

Romance.

Slow-dancing to a not-so-slow dancing song while your daughter runs around in a circle, screeching.

Dancing!

Dancing!

Milestone.

Today was Ray’s first big apology.

She smashed a dozen eggs into the carpet of her bedroom. For not the first time. She and I picked up eggshells (by hand, becuause she can’t vaccuum) and sopped up the goo.

Then she apologized to Daddy, because it was driving him nuts.

“Sorry eggs. Broken eggs. Sorry.”

And then she gave him a hug.

–Okay, it took some prompting, but everything was all better after that. I’m very proud.

Beatitudes.

Ever wonder if the Beatitudes of the Bible are kind of like Chinese curses?

“Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be satisfied.”

“Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God.”

Be careful what you wish for…

something good

can happen

something lucky

’cause i’m ready

for something unexpected

i keep waiting

for the other shoe to drop

but i’m ready for

something good instead

i’m ready to be delighted

Hitherby Dragons.

“I have brought you gifts, too,” Sabin says. “Fine foods. Silks. A woman for your harem.”

“No sexual services,” Parmys clarifies. She studies the creature, and then nods firmly. “I am strictly a prestige odalisque.”

–RSBorgstrom

Pie.

Mom, if you’re reading this, click:

Pecan Pie.

Job.

No job.

PS. It went to an internal candidate. Also, the guy confirms: It wasn’t the writing or the professionalism. The other candidate had more internal departmental experience.

Sigh.

Strange Moose. We watched Brother Bear today.

That is Rick Moranis and Dave Thomas.

Doug McKenzie: I am your father, Luke. Give in to the dark side of the force, you knob.

Bob McKenzie: He saw Jedi 17 times, eh.

Easter.

We did the plastic egg/sticker version of decorating Easter eggs. Why? Less mess. Ironically, Ray got ahold of a permanent marker I’d been using and colored on the floor. On the other hand, there are still no worries about missing eggs going bad.

I think I’m going to make devilied eggs, anyway.

Lee helped me fill eggs and hide them last night–we had a blast. Most of the eggs were easily found (and less easily opened). Much chocolate was eaten, although less than I would have expected. The bunny has not yet been devoured. The Mardi Gras beads were presented to all, including the cat.

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