Sad, dark day

Just posting this picture is almost too much to bear. She was so beautiful.
My friend, Loretta Jayne Donahue, died last night after a yearlong battle with a metastasized melanoma, from skin cancer.
I don't know what else to say, except that she was the most open, kind and generous person I've ever known, and I will always hold our times together next to my heart.
She will be sorely missed by many people.

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My kid can count to ten!

I love Jim Henson

vacation palindrome

Feeble Tom's motel beef.

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Nun humor

One day there were four nuns in line for confessional.
The first nun said, "Forgive me, father, for I have sinned."
He asked how.
She said "I saw a man's private part."
He told her to wash her eyes with holy water.
The second nun comes in and says, "Forgive me, father, for I have sinned."
He asked how.
"I touched a man's private parts."
He told her to wash her hands in holy water.
Then he heard the third and fourth nun fighting.
He asked why they were fighting.
The fourth nun said, "I'm not going to wash my mouth in the holy water if she is going to sit in it."

Not necessarily beautiful, but mutated

momentum

I am feeling pouty today because I hurt my right pinky finger.

I was with Iggy at the Children's Museum, trying to lead him somewhere, he tripped, I tripped over him and bit it, hard.

Iggy was fine, the floor is totally rubbery stuff.

I felt the top of my pinky finger bend all the way back and touch the top of my hand. I also bumped my knee, and scuffed my face, but it left no marks.

My hand was impossibly painful, I can barely remember what I did or said with Iggy, just tried to keep up with him and not cry.

I ran it under cold water, which felt wonderful.

By the time I got home, it was a dull throb, and getting tightly swollen.

I went to work, and the bruises began forming all around the base of my pinky and on the palm of my hand, and each knuckle of the finger is dark blue now.

Even if it were broken, I don't think there is much to do, it doesn't appear to need to be reset or anything.

I tried to take a pic, but couldn't do the bruises justice.

aw yeah!

tenacious t

ew wow

communicating

Iggy was crouched in a chair, being too quiet, not answering me, and I couldn't see his head and arms. He finally stands up, chewing something, a crumb of brekkie, perhaps? He climbed up on the chair next to me, and uttered what may have been his first real sentence, "I ate an ant."

And pointed into his mouth.

I asked him, "Was it good?", totally at a loss, trying not to laugh.

He said, "More!"

He's positively aboriginal.

memories

Jane Fonda is hot

Underused Word of the Day

nutate-
[noo-teyt] verb:
rock, sway, or nod; usually involuntarily

Second thoughts...

OK, we aren't going to sell.
I can't ignore the fact that I love this home and the potential it has.
Fuck the neighbors, I'm getting a privacy fence!!!

yet another palindrome...

Did I strap red nude, red rump, also slap murdered underparts? I did!

Palindrome of the Day

Butt raft, fart tub.

Hard Decisions

We are thinking of selling our house.
Pretty sure, actually.
I have really loved this house, my child was born while living here, we have planted many things, had a lot of good memories here.
But, things change.
Our new neighbors are dickheads, and I have a bad vibe about them.
We could use more privacy, and quiet.
The lead paint is the clincher, and we can't afford to remove it all ourselves. We just got turned down for a city grant for lead removal because we make $300 too much to qualify.
I guess my newly remodeled kitchen is a good resale point, but I will really miss it.
I am trying really hard to sever the emotion from the property, or I will be a wreck.

Palindrome of the Day

A slut nixes sex in Tulsa.