when I grow up |
Driving down the road, this is what I hear from the back seat:
"Momma when I grow up I'm going to have a wife and two children."
Yes, thankfully! One regular thing my son has said!! Oh can it b...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Jul 2006 03:44:00 GMT |
time |
So, I misread the name of a song on a band's site. I liked what my mind saw better and thought it deserved a little write up and this is it:
"The toilet of time"
Makes a whole lot of sense, does...
Posted by on Sat, 08 Jul 2006 00:28:00 GMT |
why? |
Why, oh why did I ever buy him that Grim Reaper costume?
It is 79 degrees fahrenheit and he just stepped out of the bedroom in it. He's been sleeping in it all night. He changed clot...
Posted by on Mon, 29 May 2006 01:49:00 GMT |
Pooh |
There was pooh on the floor, there was pooh on the wall.
There was pooh in the sink and all over the hall.
Was the pooh in the toilet, oh not at all!
But where is the diaper? Oh, it's stuck to t...
Posted by on Sun, 28 May 2006 07:15:00 GMT |
circus |
I ran away with the Circus the other day.
I'm a beautiful trapeze artist flying high in the sky amazing the crowds below. Look at them watch me as I arch my back to the verge of breaking just to...
Posted by on Fri, 26 May 2006 06:01:00 GMT |
Oh, yes it continues... |
Now he's doing interpretive Ramen noodle dance to the Star Wars soundtrack which is what I had to crank up to wake brother to get him off to school.
It's interesting.
"Mommy, does Canada really have b...
Posted by on Wed, 24 May 2006 05:53:00 GMT |
fun with autism part II |
Was heading to bed, BUT Elfie woke up at 4:00 a.m.
He whipped open all the cupboards, he flushed who knows what down the toilet, and yes he is up for the day. I didn't need sleep anyway.
D...
Posted by on Wed, 24 May 2006 03:32:00 GMT |
just jen |
I am just Jen, I don't attempt to be anything more, but I am nothing less. I like my downtown, my bar scene. That is the only place I am just Jen. I am not mom, not the daughter...
Posted by on Thu, 18 May 2006 19:49:00 GMT |
Visions of Art |
I received a call.
Art had died.
I guess he was done. What can I say.
Love you Art, and I'll miss you. We'll take care of Mel, but you know that don't you? And wait till I post...
Posted by on Tue, 16 May 2006 23:41:00 GMT |
may-12-06 |
I'm up, awake, no one else is. Should've stayed at the bar. My back aches like a mutha fuck... and on to the other nonsense talk.
The tale of Wilburn (aka, Bill)
So he is a local drunk, us...
Posted by on Thu, 11 May 2006 22:31:00 GMT |
