Dear Spotty Chop you were 52 weeks old…last week

Mama’s hard drive crashed and she realizes that life is crazy when everything is missing.

BUT

You have started taking Karate lessons and you really enjoy it.

You can walk across the bottom of our pool on your tip toes.

You still LOVE to play Bakugon

You have been to the Museum of Science a few times and you LOVE it!

When you eat a Lunchable you will eat one or two crackers and all of the turkey or ham. None of the cheese.

Nothing makes you happier than having races with Papa (nothing makes him happier either).

You have stopped crying every time I drop you off to school. (I know you might start again at any moment, but it is making my life easier when you don’t)

You really enjoy playing card games. War, Uno, Frog Juice are your very favorites right now.

We are reading Commander Toad and the Disney Story Book collection pt 2 ALL THE TIME

You have been creating books online using PBS kids – the Super Readers have funny stories you can create yourself. The first couple you made were at Nannie’s house. She was downstairs making lunch. You were able to navigate to what you wanted, chose the content yourself and printed it out. Your school has been reading the stories during Friday’s silly story circle time. You are so proud of yourself (and you should be.)

You are spitting at us and throwing/kicking things when you don’t get your way. We are trying to crack down on this. Dude knock it off.

You still fall asleep with your head tucked under my chin.

You have been refusing to wear shorts, luckily New England has had about 27 days of rain in a row and it’s only in the 60’s.

You still love to snuggle, thank GOD, it is going to kill me when you decide you are too old for snuggles.

Mantha is back on Thursday’s. You now call Thursday Mantha day.

If you get the chance to “choose” a color, you always choose blue because “blue like my eyes”.

Daddy gave you a job; you turn on the pool every morning and turn it off every night.

You a daddy went to a birthday party all by yourselves. You had fun, you both survived!

God we love you so much. Can't wait to see how the rest of the summer goes!

Realization

Home Made, From Scratch, From the Recipe, Nestle Toll House Cookies...taste like ass compared to Moo's chocolate chip cookies

DAMN YOU TO HELL WOMAN

Work Joke

Five cannibals get jobs as computer programmers.
During his welcome the boss says: "You’re all part of our team now. You can earn good money here, and you can go to the company canteen for something to eat. So don’t trouble the other employees." The cannibals promise not to trouble the other employees.

Four weeks later the boss returns and says: "You’re all working very hard, and I’m very satisfied with all of you. One of our cleaners has disappeared however. Do any of you know what happened to her?" The cannibals disavow all knowledge of the missing cleaner.

After the boss has left, the leader of the cannibals says to the others: "Which of you idiots ate the cleaner?"

A hand raises hesitantly, to which the leader of the cannibals says: "You fool! For four weeks we’ve been eating Team Leaders, Managers, and Project Managers so no-one would notice anything, and you have to go and eat the cleaner!"

Book Review: The Good Guy

What would you do if you were hanging at the bar, trying to chill when some weaselly looking guy sits down next to you and starts chatting you up? What if he gives you an envelope that has quite a bit of money in it and a photo of a woman? What if he tells you you can get the rest when she is gone? What would you do if a few minutes later the real killer for hire shows up? I guess it depends on what kind of man you are.

Book Review: Dead Beat

Book Seven of the Dresden Files

There are life lessons going on here people! Zen and the art of polka

Harry: Mouse liked going places in the car. That the place had happened to be a clandestine meeting in a freaking graveyard didn’t seem to spoil anything for him. It was all about the journey, not the destination. A very Zen soul was Mouse.

Butters: Screw up my life?…I’m a five-foot-three, thirty-seven-year-old, single, Jewish medical examiner who needs to pick up his lederhosen from the dry cleaners so that he can play in a one-man polka band at Oktoberfest tomorrow…Do your worst.

Harry: Took cover…in the action business when you don’t want to say you ran like a mouse, you call it ‘taking cover’. It’s more heroic.

Harry: Listen to me…we are not going to die…and do you want to know why? Because Thomas is too pretty to die. And because I am too stubborn to die…and most of all because tomorrow is Oktoberfest, Butters, and polka will never die.