What kids sing in public...

Evidently there's a scene in the "Alvin and the Chipmunks" movie where the chipmunks do an imitation of "porn music"...that little riff that people jokingly do in break rooms around the country...Bao...chicka...Bao...Bao...(you know the little ditty I'm talkin' about) The upshot of this that my kids are now going around singing "Bao...chicka...Bao...Bao" in public places. Yes, they're doing the porn music parody. Daddy has told them he doesn't like this song, but they don't seem to listen to poor dad. They haven't sung it out loud at the mall or in McDonald's yet, but I have this fear that both of them will belt it out together and everyone eating burgers will stop mid-chew and have their jaws drop. People will wonder what those parents are teaching their kids...Oh the horror of it all...

Do I need a pitcher of Red Bull to keep up with my kids?

Gosh my kids are getting loud at the dinner table. They're fun and make J and I laugh, but it's becoming more evident that taking them out to restaurants may not be an option. Maybe I'm being just a bit sensetive...But they were yelling "Mamacita" at the top of their lungs yesterday. I know they got it from a movie that I haven't seen...

They were running around with these mesh hampers that J got for them...they weren't dragging them around, but were wearing them on their heads...actually completely over themselves. They looked like oblong walking mesh cubes bumping into each other.

I want people to see the fun that my kids come up with...I introduced J and the kids to my fellow teacher for evening classes. Venisha was completely blown away by how small and active they were. Maybe it's because she doesn't have kids...or maybe my kids are a little hyper (well...that may be a little trickle down from dad. I don't know...but they just keep me young and running.

geezer glasses and memory loss

I broke down and got the librarian strap for my reading glasses. I started wearing reading glasses last year because thing were getting blurry when I was reading. I've been misplacing the darned things all over (that's also a sign of my aging), so I decided that I'd start wearing the strap on my classes so they'd just hang around my neck. Of course, nothing says "old coot" as much as reading glasses hanging around your neck. I've got some gray in my hair and I have reading glasses...but I also have a four year-old and a two year-old. I guess those things cancel each other out and I'm still somewhat young.

Pass prunes...

Here I am...again

I am sitting here on Friday afternoon. I've been working on my performance evaluation for work. As employees here we've got to fill out how we think we've done since our last evaluation. I hate filling out those things! Some folks love detailing all of their accomplishments in the past year...all I can think of is that I've done my job to the best of my capabilities. Yeah, I've put down some pretty sounding bullcrap, but in the end...does it mean anything because your boss is going to put down what he or she thinks anyway?

Yeah...so that's my dilemma. I think the best thing that you can tell someone is that..."Hey, you did a good job and you put your heart into it." These guys want a list of all your successes and crap that you were recognized for. I'm finished and I'm glad of that, but all I want is respect and a little more money to pay for all the shit that's gone up because of the price of gas.

Yeah...In the end...what does it matter. What really matters is when I walk in the door at the end of the day and Goobs and The Bun scream out my name. I get hugs and smiles. I get to eat with them and watch them fight over stuffed dogs and cats. I'm going camping in the yard tomorrow with them. That will be cool...

It's my mother-in-law's birthday tonight/tomorrow (she's in the Philippines, so it's already tomorrow. We will have cupcakes and candles and sing to her as she watches on her computer. It will be nice to see mama smile as she sees the kids stuff their faces with cupcakes and frosting. That's a birthday present she gets this year that she didn't receive last year. It's nice to come home from work and actually say hi to her at night...It's kind of weird saying hi to the laptop in the kitchen and seeing and hearing mama responding...but I'm used to it now. J is happy since she can talk to mama on a regular basis. She just can't roll her eyes at the computer...

I want to leave with this one thought...Yes, I whine about work and life and all or that...but I really want to thank God for all the beauty I've got in my life. It's a good life...