Landon: Daddy fight me? Daddy fight me? Daddy fight me? (Two year old asking for me to fight him with plastic light-sabers, holding one in each hand, made all the cuter by the fact that he can't pronounce the "f" in fight so it is: "Daddy ite me?").

Daddy: Ocupado! (I was busy and gave him the brush off with some spanish lingo.)

Landon: Daddy after ocupado fight me?

(After that, I just had to stop what I was doing and have a light-saber fight with my favorite 2 year-old.)

Will is 2 3/4 years old and is starting to have "deep thoughts." During Church today, Will asked, "Where is Jesus and God?" Mary replied they are in heaven.

Later, after the Handshake of Peace, Will was clearly disappointed and said, "Me didn't say Amen to the people." Meaning, he didn't shake anyone's hand. Mary turned to the family with teenage boys behind us who immediately understood and had everyone shake Will's hand.

Drew (4 year-old on phone in Oklahoma): It's raining here.

Aunt Donelda (on phone in Illinois): Yes, and the storm is going to come to Illinois tomorrow.

Drew: Well, it has to go through Missouri first.

Will: First there was, "Meh." Then came, "Moe." And now, finally, "No!"

˙sɐǝpı ɟo ǝƃuɐɥɔxǝ ǝǝɹɟ ǝɥʇ puɐ uoıʇɐɔıunɯɯoɔ ƃuıʇɐʇılıɔɐɟ ɟo ǝlɔɐuuıd sʇı pǝɥɔɐǝɹ ǝʌɐɥ ʎllɐuıɟ llıʍ qǝʍɹǝʇuı ǝɥʇ puɐ (ʇ33l ɹo 7331) ʞɐǝdsʇǝǝl ɥʇıʍ sıɥʇ ǝuıqɯoɔ ˙ɹoɟ ƃuıʇıɐʍ uǝǝq llɐ ǝʌ,ǝʍ ʇɐɥʍ ʇsnɾ 'ʇxǝʇ uʍop ǝpıspdn ˙lnɟɹǝpuoʍ 'ɥo

The time and date is now 07:07:07 07/07/07.

Drew attended Vacation Bible School, "Bless My Soul, the Seven Sacraments," this week. While only 3 1/2 hours long for five days, it was his first formal institutionalization. At least it wasn't a government program!

With the push to provide universal pre-school/day-care for younger and younger kids, if the trend continues, in the future you'll actually have to place your sperm and egg in a government approved institution before having kids. Because everyone knows society's problems are the result of not yanking kids away from their parents soon enough...don't get me started.

Anyway, back to the original purpose of this post. Today, when Mary picked up Drew, the following conversation took place:

Mama: Mommy and Will missed you today.

(A minute or two of silence goes by while Drew contemplates.)

Drew: But Mama...I didn't miss you today.

How depressing...but I don't think there could be better sign of a happy, healthy, mature, well adjusted...and honest 3 1/2 year old.

41...another day another year. Haven't been blogging much...duh. Been busy with other things.

Mary's been studying for a certification test for which we purchased a several new calculators after researching and trying out a few models. Most of them are pieces of cheap plastic crap. No wonder old HP (Hewlett Packard) calculators go for hundreds of dollars on eBay.

Anyway, this got me on a math jag resulting in pulling out a few of my old textbooks. Long story short, I've been reviewing math I studied twenty years ago which oddly enough is a nice reprieve from the reading, writing and oration I do for work. I was joking to Mary that my left brain (?) was like the guy at the end of the original "The Fly" movie, shrunken down to nothing calling out in a high-pitched voice, "Help me, help me!"

So, if I'm not posting much in the near future, I may be trying to integrate a Taylor series. (Yeah, I have no idea what that is anymore.)

I've been working out on a semi-regular basis lately (after taking a number of years off) which, apparently, corresponds to the exact frequency in which I would normally work on this blog. I thought I would just add working out as an activity but, instead, it has replaced blogging. This result should have been obvious given the constraints of a finite number of hours in the day, work and Drew time which cannot be infringed upon and sleep already at a minimum. There simply are not enough hours in the day.

I've got a backlog of things I'd like to post about, but no time in which to do it. As a result, instead of two or three posts a week, I expect there will be just one or two...probably on the weekends.

Enjoy your summer!

The time and date is now 01:02:03 04/05/06.

You know you're jaded when you're walking through the courthouse and you hear a young woman breakdown uncontrollably crying, barely able to articulate long drawn out "no" in between the sobs...and you have no instinct or desire to turn your head because you've seen it so many times before. A lifetime of poor choices catching up to someone all at once.

Unfortunately, I had to make a return trip and saw the all too familiar inappropriately dressed white trash who was still coming to grips with the fact that her just convicted significant other was going to be going away for a while.

I wonder how many people would grab scalding hot containers right out of the oven with their bare hands if they knew they wouldn't feel the pain until years down the road. I'll bet a frightening percentage wouldn't bother to reach for the potholders.

I came home tonight and, as usual, Drew was all excited. Here's how the conversation went:

          DREW: Daddy's home!
          ME: Hi Drew.
          DREW: Cake.
          DREW: Card.
          MOM: Drew!

There's no keeping secrets around here.

I'm starting a new type of entry/category: a quip. Short and quick, something I want to post but not put much time into. And, the first one is:

          DREW: Daddy is?
          MOM: He's at work.
          DREW: Again?