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Saturday, July 26, 2008
4:32 pm
In Canada
Misplaced my good blue sports bra.
All else fine.
4:14 pm
Monday, July 21, 2008
Leaving On A Jet Plane...
Jim, we'll
miss you every moment we're in Canada. Love you so much, more than ever.
Jannie and Kelly
XOXOOXOXOX
7:29 am
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Backyard Adventure 19
1:31 pm
Saturday, July 19, 2008
More Photos From The Hard-Drive Recovery
Halloween 2004
3:11 pm
Friday, July 18, 2008
The Hat, February 2004
2:38 pm
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Austin Butt Kickers
Not the highest pixelution in the world, but it does get the butt-kicking-ness
across.
(Oh, BTW, that's Kalyani.)
8:51 pm
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
No, but seriously, things are going great and I'll talk to you soon.Got a working camera now!!
11:57 am
Saturday, July 12, 2008
I just ate
3 two-bite cupcakes. Vanilla.
Woe is me.
Is It Appropriate?
Is it appropriate to
open the door in your bathrobe?
And isn't that a weird place for a door?
12:19 am
Friday, July 11, 2008
5:10 pm
Thursday, July 10, 2008
One Six-Year-Old To Another
One: Did you
write that song?
The Other: No, I didn't write it. I made it up.
7:16 pm
Fourth Birthday Party Revisited
Our neighbor Matt
was able to retrieve all 6055 photos from my old hard-drive that crashed last year. THANK YOU, MATT!! I am
forever grateful.
Below are some of the retrieved pictures, from Kelly's 4th birthday party.
1:16 am
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
As We Lounged In The Pool Today...
She:
I like that melody you've been humming Mommy. Did you write it?
Me: Um, no.
She: Did Kalyani?
Me: No.
She: Well who did then?
Me:
Well, it's from a song in a Monty Python movie.
She: I like it. Does it have words?
Me: Yeah, uh, actually it does.
She: What are they? Sing them.
Me:
(looking skyward on my raft): Well, it goes...
Every cloud is sacred.
Every cloud is good.
Every
cloud is needed
in your neighborhood.
Every cloud is special.
Every cloud is great.
When a cloud is
wasted
God gets quite irate.
She: What's irate?
Me: It means being really angry.
She: Oh. But that doesn't make sense. How is a cloud wasted? That sounds kind of stupid.
And why would God be mad about a cloud being wasted?
Me: Okay, you got me, those aren't the exact
words. It's not really "cloud" but I can't tell you the real word until you're older,
like 16.
She: Mom, you always say I'm like, 25 years old. So tell me.
ME:
Oh really, how do I figure that?
She: Remember? In my smartness and my initiative, I'm 25.
My wisdom. And my lovingness? So tell me the right words.
Me: Well, I can't because
there are just some things kids shouldn't hear until they're older, it's not good for them. If I told you
the real words I wouldn't be being a good mother. I have to protect you.
She: Mo-om!
I wanna hear the words. Tell me!
Me: Nope.
She: Mom, I want to know the
words. Tell me.
Me: I know you do. Okay, okay ...
Every dog is sacred.
Every dog is good.
Every dog is needed
in your neighborhood.
Every dog is special.
Every dog
is great.
When a dog is wasted
God gets quite irate.
She: Oh dog, well that's not so
bad. What were you so worried about?
That's
not the real word is it?! Tell me. Why won't you tell me. Oh, I know -- it must be something like boob.
Or poop.
Every poop is sacred.
Every poop is good.
Every poop is needed
in your neighborhood.
Every poop is special.
Every poop is great.
When a poop is wasted
God gets quite irate.
Me: Nope. And besides, no poop is wasted -- it's all fertilizer.
She:
What??? Why can't you just trust me to tell me the right words?
Me: Okay, Kelly, you are right.
I should trust you. I'm going to sing you the correct lyrics but this might upset you and I don't want you to
feel bad. Okay, here are the real words...
Every child is sacred.
Every child is good.
Every child is needed
in your neighborhood.
Every child is special.
Every child is great.
When a child is wasted
God gets quite irate.
She: Child? That's what's so
bad? Mom, tell me the RIGHT WORDS!!!
Me: No, Honey, those are the right words. Honest.
"Child." Every child is sacred. The song was written during a time when a really bad mad ran
around stealing and killing children and a bunch of angry nuns got together and wrote this song and started a movement called
the Amber Alert and this is their theme-song. And God gets so mad when a sweet child's life is wasted. You
know how I'm always telling you to stay right beside me in public places, because somebody could steal you? Well,
that's exactly what happened to those children but I didn't want to scare you and make you have nightmares about
those children that got stolen. See, I bet you feel bad now, made you think about someone stealing and hurting
you. I'm sorry, Honey. But you wanted to know.
She: Oh. Okay. I understand now.
But age 16 is not necessary to wait to talk about this, Mom. We've already had the conversations about me not wandering
off in stores and stuff.
Me: Oh, I guess not, Honey. You're right. You are like, 25.
And off she floats across the pool singing...
Every child is sacred.
Every child is good.
Every child is needed
in your neighborhood.
Every child is special.
Every child is great.
When a child is wasted
God gets quite irate.
(I wonder how old she'll be when she finally
hears the real lyrics to that melody?)
11:42 pm
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Shortly after I post this it will be dead midnight and a just bunny whisker
away from Day Eight. I haven't cracked yet but I've felt I could 30 times a day.
Kalyani says I look good, slimmer
already.
After my tofu & turnip soup tomorrow I'll lie on a raft in the pool for about an hour. Can't
wait. (But I'll have to.)
And the wai-ai-ting is the hardest part.
Good night.
Monday, July 7, 2008
Backyard Adventure 18 !!!
As
some of you know, I've been without a working camera for a couple weeks now. (Gotta rectify that.) I must
thank my lovely friend Barbara Midkiff for taking this with her camera on Saturday. Definite progress, eh?
8:30 am
Sunday, July 6, 2008
Light At The End Of The Wordpress Tunnel
Actually
made a bit of progress on the new Wordpress blog just now. Thank God.
As soon as I can figure out how to
put up my header, I'm switching JannieFunster.com over. Forever.
It's so dang humbling to be sliding back
down to the very bottom of the totem pole with this blog-site that's attained such a pinnacle of success.
But I'll survive.
1:22 am
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Only 11 More Days Until This...
This...
Or This...
ELEVEN MORE DAYS!!!
10:55 am
Friday, July 4, 2008
Whenever I try to work with Wordpress I feel like crying because something is fucked
up somewhere. And I'll probably delete that f-word
tomorrow but for now I'm leaving it up so you can truly feel my angst.
And bear in mind I've eaten no pastry,
potatoes, corn, rice, pasta, bread, cereal, biscuits, cookies, cake, pie, candy, chocolate, ice-cream, sugar or fruit derived
sustances AND drank no alcohol, AT ALL these past 3 days. Just lean protein, salad, lo-fat cheese, peanut
butter and skim milk - not exactly the foods I'd take to a deserted island with me, if ever I were going to one of
those but I shouldn't complain too much, I did munch a bunch of steak tonight. Ribeyes, are they
okay on the South Seas Diet?
It was a lovely 4th tho. A great day. Wonderful fun with wonderful friends.
Kids loved the fireworks.
Now I'm going to bed.
Will kick Wordpress ass tomorrow.
I hope.
11:33 pm
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Me: at some point today, Kelly, I have to do my vocal exercises.
She:
Oh, is that part of the South Seas diet too?
later...
Me: Shit. Shoot,
I totally missed my exit for the museum.
She: Is this what happens to people on the South Seas diet?
yet
later...
Me: Dang, I'm in the wrong lane to make this turn.
She: Mom, do you really think
this South Seas diet is the best thing for your brain?
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Other goodies I can't have for the next 13 days as my body learns to combat the insulin-resistance syndrome I've
driven it to...
WHOOPS!!! I Mean....
9:38 am
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
South Beach Diet, Day One
The blank blog
page loomed
like a moody mountain, like
a rabid rosebush in the night
and
I was mad because
all I'd eaten
all day were 21 shrimps, a lean
coffee, some smoked salmon,
2 small asparagi, and
2 cups of
skimmed milk, with zero hope
of rice, pasta, bread, potatoes,
cookies, candy, ice cream, pie,
cake, pastry, fruit, beer or wine
for the next 2 weeks. Zero !!!
I was hoppin' mad.
Yet, there was a glimmer of
hope in an ounce of lowfat
cheese and 2 tablespooons
of
peanut butter on lettuce
before I lay me down to sleep.
8:22 am
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