I decorated my Children's Hospital ID badge last night with Sponge Bob and Dora the Explorer stickers. My wife thought I'd slipped one step closer towards publicly recongnizable lunacy. My 4 year old found my badge later and brought it to me to show me all the awesome stickers. You gotta know your audience.
I figured out how to take care of stealing chocolate from the 4 year old. (See last journal entry.) I stole an equal amount from all the other kids and told them it was tax. Now my conscience can rest and I can call myself an upright citizen teaching my kids about civic duties.
It's the start of a day and I already feel like my eyes have computer burn. I hate that. And I hate doing the physical therapy for my back pain. The best thing I ever had for my back pain isn't approved for medical use in my state. (Plus, it kind of takes away my focus, but isn't focus, direction, and aspiration highly overrated anyways?) Since I moved to this state and cut my (grey) hair it's been real dry.
I have two best friends, one rich, one poor. Well, not poor, but in comparison with the other guy, both of us are broke. My rich friend asked whether I'd prefer a laptop or HD receiver for Christmas. It's weird to have a friend so far out of my socioeconomic group. He's a brilliant guy, made his money on his own, and the reason why we've become such great friends is that I've never asked for anything, or taken advantage of even his offer to fund stuff. I treated him like a regular guy. I figure I have to do that if he's gonna put me in his will. (that was a laugh line, hah hah.)
My poor friend is just a normal dube. Well, a normal dube one paper away from his Phd. He and my wife went in on an iPod together last September. It broke yesterday, so I guess I better tell him to get it fixed. Jerk. Buying me broken stuff. (I'd tell my wife the same thing, but one doesn't want to get cut off, you know.)
College acceptances are coming out for early commitment today. It's a nervous household.
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UPDATE: ON THAT... ACCEPTED TO ONE SCHOOL, DEFERRED ON ANOTHER.
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Anyone want a slightly damaged 10 year old cheap?
Had to attend my kid's Christmas program last night. 4 year olds singing like there's no tomorrow, no tempo, and no tune, and right in the middle one yells "HEY! I HAVE NO JINGLE BELLS!"
Get used to it kid. That's life... no tomorrow, no tempo, no tune, and right in the middle you realize you have no jingle bells.
I figured out how to take care of stealing chocolate from the 4 year old. (See last journal entry.) I stole an equal amount from all the other kids and told them it was tax. Now my conscience can rest and I can call myself an upright citizen teaching my kids about civic duties.
It's the start of a day and I already feel like my eyes have computer burn. I hate that. And I hate doing the physical therapy for my back pain. The best thing I ever had for my back pain isn't approved for medical use in my state. (Plus, it kind of takes away my focus, but isn't focus, direction, and aspiration highly overrated anyways?) Since I moved to this state and cut my (grey) hair it's been real dry.
I have two best friends, one rich, one poor. Well, not poor, but in comparison with the other guy, both of us are broke. My rich friend asked whether I'd prefer a laptop or HD receiver for Christmas. It's weird to have a friend so far out of my socioeconomic group. He's a brilliant guy, made his money on his own, and the reason why we've become such great friends is that I've never asked for anything, or taken advantage of even his offer to fund stuff. I treated him like a regular guy. I figure I have to do that if he's gonna put me in his will. (that was a laugh line, hah hah.)
My poor friend is just a normal dube. Well, a normal dube one paper away from his Phd. He and my wife went in on an iPod together last September. It broke yesterday, so I guess I better tell him to get it fixed. Jerk. Buying me broken stuff. (I'd tell my wife the same thing, but one doesn't want to get cut off, you know.)
College acceptances are coming out for early commitment today. It's a nervous household.
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UPDATE: ON THAT... ACCEPTED TO ONE SCHOOL, DEFERRED ON ANOTHER.
_____________
Anyone want a slightly damaged 10 year old cheap?
Had to attend my kid's Christmas program last night. 4 year olds singing like there's no tomorrow, no tempo, and no tune, and right in the middle one yells "HEY! I HAVE NO JINGLE BELLS!"
Get used to it kid. That's life... no tomorrow, no tempo, no tune, and right in the middle you realize you have no jingle bells.
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hellcatjustine:
hey you're right, I don't have any jingle bells 
darwinsjoke:
physical therapists could definitely teach the inquisition a few things about torture. congratulations about the school acceptance. 