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Monday, August 28, 2006 

Imaginary friends

Remember when you were a little kid? If you were like me and weren't around a lot of other children (at least in spirit not around them) you spent a lot of time hiding in your imagination. My second son, Andy is like this. He has the "black-footed penguin of death" as I call it, he just calls her penguin. Any time anything bad happens around here, it's penguin's fault. Penguin hits people, breaks lego towers, keeps Andy and John from sleeping at nap time, disturbs the Rosary, talks back, and any other wicked thing Andy can think for penguin to do. Andy is a very good kid. Penguin, however, is not.
Now wouldn't it be nice if this carried over into adulthood . . .
I would walk around work with a stuffed animal blaming all fuckups on it. It would make talking shit to other people a lot easier too. "I wasn't calling so-and-so stupid, it was frog." You get the picture. "Frog forgot to pay the power bill, not me." "Frog was speeding, I was trying to drive thirty-five." "Frog cut you off not me. What's that frog? Frog says you drive like an asshole anyway." Ah the simple pleasures in life, lost to adulthood.

Disagreements

Coming up with posts that make me laugh is SOMETHING. Therefore beitiathrusta is doing something!

Good to hear from you, person formerly known as T-Bar. How are you doing?

The penguin is the cousin of the parrot?

Frog has no idea who the fuck the parrot is.

I am doing well. I am now married to a doctor (no I have not gotten divorced.) We have a couple a cute kids, a purple minivan, and a mortgage. Life is, well, the way it is supposed to be -- very good. But I do suffer through long and harsh winters or the sake of love. And you? Is your house teeming with little mathematitcians? What do you do? Or are you allowed to say in your blog?

Blue collar wage slave. In fact, I'm at work right now.

Giant Parrot of death: Flaubert.

No, the penguin does not signify the Holy Ghost, the penguin is a holy terror.

perhaps I should have wrote, "bastard cousin."

More like Bizarro parrot of Death. Kryptonite only makes the penguin stronger. I had to take her out of their room today so that they would take a nap.

And dude, go back to your Strunk and White, it should be "should have written" not "should have wrote"

(maybe I should add grammar to my list of confessions. . . hehe)

FOR! S'posed to say "FOR the sake of love!" Oops.

Blue collar wage slave in the great state my sister lives in? The state containing the city Sinatra sang that song for?

Perhaps only one area code away from your sister, so I too, alas, suffer from the coldness of winter - against my constitution.
No mathematicians here, really. Just hyper-active children. 3 here and one coming soon. I refuse to drive a mini-van, so I have a sport-utility crossover (it helps that I work for a car dealership) (that looks oddly like a mini-van).
It's nice, 'cause I get the bears games on local T.V. Have you seen that the Padres are making a push for the NL wildcard?

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