I get up at 4 a.m. - on the count of three, you're all to go "Oh My God, I feel so sorry for you!!" - to pick up Kennedy and Julian. Luckily, I'm very good at rote driving seeing how I'm pretty much sound asleep for both the pick up and delivery back to our place. Last week, ten year old Kennedy got into the car.
"Theresa, there's a spider on my window."
"That's nice honey."
"I don't think you heard me. I said there's a SPIDER on my window."
"I heard you. There's also bird poop on your window."
"Yeah but I'm not afraid of bird poop."
Ten year olds should be outlawed.
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Have you ever noticed that foreigners laugh in English? Like, what the hell's that all about?
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So after a 16 month and 11 day layoff - not that I counted of course - Jay finally found a job job. (A "job job" is a "holy shit, you're making more money than you did at your old job!!" job as opposed to a job which pays minimum wage and pretty much is all that's offered out there nowadays because we're still in a recession and THEY CAN.) On a whim he dropped his resume off at a company that also works in concrete like his old company did. Apparently concrete workers are a rare breed - who knew? - and as the story goes, they fired a guy a month after Jay did the resume thing and he was called in for an interview and pretty much hired on the spot. Straight afternoons, which works well for us seeing how after a 16 month and 11 day layoff - not that I counted of course - I can't really say we like each other all that much so it all works out quite well in the end.
As for me, I've been busily bored since he started the new job. The "oh wow, I'll be able to put an entry in every night!" plan obviously did not come to fruition. So instead I've been changing my kitchen cupboards around - two weeks later and I'm still grabbing pasta and thinking it should be a coffee cup - and also spending a lot of time over at Tara and Aaron's and then walking home. (Twenty brisk minutes in case anyone wants to be impressed.)
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We opened up the trailer again at ye olde nudist resort for another season. Our first "social event" was my mom's 86th birthday party. Tara and I thought that mom would get a kick out of seeing penises bouncing around all over the place because we're sick and perverted little creatures. The fact that my mom can't wait to go back tells us all just where we get our perverted little creature-ness from. She phoned me two days after her party.
"I'd like to go back one of these weekends."
"Really???"
"I didn't see anything outside of your trailer."
(Translation - "There weren't enough naked men walking past your trailer.")
"Really???"
"I'd like to go for a walk around the park."
(Please read above translation.)
"Um ... but it's about 100 acres mom. You can't walk down three steps."
"But I want to see the whole park."
(Ditto.)
"Well you know, I probably *could* ask Su to drive you around in her golf cart for the day."
"Okay!!!!!!!!!"
I'm quite sure Su won't mind spending her day driving my mother around the park.
