Smoke break

April 20, 2007 at 5:30 pm | Posted in Photographs, Sean | Leave a comment


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Honey Joke – From Meg

April 20, 2007 at 2:16 pm | Posted in silly pants | 1 Comment

A teacher was doing a study testing the senses (taste) of first graders using a bowl of lifesavers. The children began to say:

Red………………….Cherry
Yellow……………..Lemon
Green……………….Lime
Orange……………..Orange

Finally the teacher gave them all HONEY lifesavers. After eating them, none of the children could identify the taste.

“Well,” she said, “I will give you all a clue. It’s what your mother may sometimes call your father.”

One little girl looked up in horror, spit her lifesaver out and yelled,

“Oh, my God, they’re ass holes!!”

Out damn spot

April 20, 2007 at 9:41 am | Posted in sick | 2 Comments

I despise sickness. As loves tend to do, Sean passed his marvelous cold over to me this week. I am enveloped in empathy for him because somehow last weekend, when he felt like I do now, he helped my sister and Laura move. Yesterday I drove to C.V.S and thought I might pass out from the lack of energy standing in a two-minute line takes out of you.

On Wednesday night, after I had helped Anthony paint his den all day, this sickness swarmed me and took over my body. I had been fighting it off all week with success, but on Wednesday night I could no longer breathe through my nose. It was one of those sickness that absolutely paralyzed me and I couldn’t find a single cup of strength to move my limbs.

This made for great entertainment. Sanjaya was about to get kicked off of the show and I couldn’t move my head to face the TV. I listened to Martina McBride sing her ditty and slowly forced myself to find the energy to lift my head and reposition it to where I could see Sanjaya’s measly little face when he was told to go the hell away. And it was worth the exhausting effort it took. But as I began to do an inner celebratory dance, my conscience realized that poor annoying Sanjaya is just a kid. He’s little, and he shouldn’t be the cause of everyones’ ridicule. If he just wasn’t SO DAMN ANNOYING.

It’s like that Chicken Little Kevin kid from last season. Dude had a lisp. Don’t expect to win when your song choice is a rendition of Don McLean’s SchTARRY SchTarry Night and you look like a chicken. The elderly only like you because they are going blind and losing their hearing.

Anyhow. I feel a bit better today. Luckily for us, colds don’t last forever and annoying little contestants don’t win American Idol.

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