Inspirations from cheese in a can. joey, kelly, danny, and charlie

Since I realized the old blog has been pushed to the way back burner (of maybe the neighbor’s kitchen), a week or two ago I absently made it a goal to get something up in September, just so when you scroll through the archives, the month will appear at all.  As it stands, getting pictures to appear here is a little beyond my scope, so I’m going to try something new.  I’ll do the writing, and maybe Joey can insert pictures as needed.  You game, Joey?  Okay, great.  You maybe can’t hear me since you’re sleeping or whatever.  Eh.  Snooze, lose.  My dad taught me that one.  I wonder if he’s a reliable authority on this subject, though, since he sees no problem at all calling people at, say, 6 a.m. on a Saturday if the urge strikes him.

So anyway, what’s new?  Well, you know about my haircut already.  That was pretty big.  I may have mentioned the root canal here or there.  And my final verdict on root canals is:  they are not that serious.  Other than the cost, which is quite serious.  It’s been an expensive year, dentally.  That reminds me:  Joey got braces.  In maybe June or July.  He wants his teeth to be straight or whatever.  Good for you, baby!  [Joey here.  I was told to insert a picture at this point but I coudn't find one that I approve of]

So yeah, the baby.  She’s adorable and fat.  There’s something about my pets and my children that leaves me unable to only use the one name.  I’m constantly making up new ones.  I thought she could use a unique, catchy name….one that really represents her essence.  So I came up with Obesitee.  Her pediatrician (and lots of other people) always argues with me when I say she’s fat.  But to me, there is no higher compliment for a baby.  By the way, has anyone figured out what the hell Lyle Lovett was talking about?  [Joey....here we need one where she's obviously fat, but also adorable.  Oh, she's adorable in all of them, so let's focus on the fat.]

Let’s move on, shall we?  Let’s see, what else, what else….oh, yeah, how about Danny.  When he was born, we sent a picture of him to pretty much our entire combined email address books.  The pastor’s wife sweetly replied, something about how cute he was, and that he’s “all boy.”  I always puzzled about that, since to me, he was just a little adorable, dark-eyed, bundle of incredibly fantastic amazingness.  That looked vaguely Chinese.  Anyway, let me tell you:  Christa Skipper, you were right.  This child is the boyest boy of all boys that have ever been.  If he’s awake, he is climbing, running, destroying, poking, building, jumping, or otherwise boying.  He is, in fact, all boy.   Oh yeah, and mom, he was singing “You Are My Sunshine” yesterday until I foolishly attempted to accompany him.  Like mom reads this.  Uh, somebody tell mom.  [Joey:  boy picture here.]

Other stuff:  someone broke into our house a couple months ago when I was having my weekly tryst with a dental professional.  (Okay, not really a tryst.  Though Dr. Shim is cute, no kidding.)  I think that day I was having a crown placed, and a cavity filled.  Anyway, that wasn’t really the focus of this bullet point…..it was more the fact that someone broke into our house and took some of our stuff.  People can be so disappointing.  We have a shiny new security system now, though.  It’s been an expensive year, stuff-wise.  Oh, yeah, and I should mention…they didn’t really find anything they liked in the jewelry box.  They did enjoy Joey’s laptop and some cold hard cash they found (and by cold and hard, I mean cold and hard, as in a tub full of coins.  These were baffling thieves.)  [I think the jewelry box here, Joey.  I hope that's not too traumatic?]

Now I’m ready to move on to one of the other 3,582 things I need to do today, but I can’t leave it on that note.  It is not fun to be robbed, but really, it’s just stuff.  (I learned that from my dad, too.)  And anyway, it’s quite possible that Joey’s laptop might make it home soon, due to his super-cyber-sleuth laptop tracking skills.  Okay, what else, what else….hmmm….well, there was that epic flood last week, but that’s not really a happier subject.  Oooh, ooh, I know.  [Charlie in her sassy red bathing suit, please.]