I Am Talented

You know you've got some talent when you can keep a 13 month old happy in one arm and with the other put on eye liner & mascera.

An old email

Still funny:

The other day I went downtown to run a few errands.  I went into the local donut shop for a snack.  I was only there for about 5 minutes, and when I came out, there was this cop writing out a parking ticket.  I said to him, "Come on, man, how about giving a retired person a break?"

He ignored me and continued writing the ticket. His insensitivity annoyed me, so I called him a 'Nazi.' He glared at me and then wrote out another ticket for having worn tires.  So I proceeded to call him a 'doughnut eating Gestapo.'  He finished the second ticket and put it on the windshield with the first.  Then he wrote a third ticket when I called him a moron in blue.

This went on for about 20 minutes.  The more I talked back to him the more tickets he wrote.

Personally, I didn't really care.  I came downtown on the bus, and the car that he was putting the tickets on had one of those bumper stickers that said, 'Obama in '08.'

I try to have a little fun each day now that I'm retired.  The doctor tells me that it's important to my health.

Leggy

Today our plans got changed and we end up driving in an area I don't ever recall being in before.  While stopped at a red light, there is a store with a bunch of legs in it.  I mean - there are a LOT of legs in this window!  I tell Dustin, "Hey look!  They must really like The Christmas Story!"  (the movie with the leg lamp)  As the words are half way out of my mouth, I look up and see in HUGE letters, "Prosthetics".  Oops.

Hair

Little guy (3) tells me as he's pulling on one individual strand of hair.  "I'm gonna get a hair cut."
Then he pulls on a different strand, "And this one ... (switches to another strand) ... and this one ... "

Most Upset

There's a little guy that's here that is most upset (tears and all) because - he can't lick his tongue.

He remembers

If you recall a few weeks back about the older boy (4) telling the younger boy (3) that they don't have any muscles, well the 3 year old remembers and this is what he tells me - in 'just a matter of fact' tone:

As he's jumping on one foot, "Look what I can do, but (the 4 year old) can't because he doesn't have strong muscles."

Perspective

Me to a 3 year old boy, "Will you close that door behind you please?"

The little guy looks at me, turns around, looks at the door and takes off running the short 3 feet between him and the door.  He leans into it and SLAM!  ...the door is shut.

He turns and looks at me with his chin slightly down and the most proud look on his face, a "yeah, that's right" smile, eyes twinkling and all and confidently tell me, "I'm strong, hu!"