Nov 6
Sunday
At my work, the public restroom
is in our break room. It’s gross.
Note to stranger:
Please don’t comment on my food
on your way into the bathroom.
PS: I can hear whether you washed
your hands or not. continue reading…
Nov 3
So, it’s time for another guest post by my dad, Tom. Last week, he introduced us to his Uncle Joe, who was apparently very hairy and very full of mischief. Where he left off, my dad was knuckle deep in Uncle Joe’s back hair. And Uncle Joe was planting a seed in Daddy’s eight-year-old head…
For those of you who are looking in on this little piece of Michelle’s blog for the first time, what you are about to read may not make a lot of sense. It’s part two of a story started last week, Uncle Joe and the Nun. If you get a little bit lost toward the end, just refer back to last week’s episode.
I was a little bit long winded last time, so we’ll skip a bunch of stuff and move the calendar ahead a full eight months. We are now back home, and witnessing a war of wills between my mother and my father. continue reading…
Nov 1
I’m a day late on Halloween, but I came across this great post today, and it was too good not to share. I couldn’t re-blog, since it’s not working on WordPress right now, so you’ll have to click the link to see the pictures, but it’s totally worth it.
The blogger is Chicquero, and she’s posted pictures of pumpkins masterfully carved by artist Ray Villafane (click here for a link to his site – you won’t believe what he’s done with sand!).
Anyway, take a look at Chicquero’s post on The ART of pumpkin carving.
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(I’ve still got “Click it…click it please” in my head. By the way, that is from the Steve Martin movie Mixed Nuts. Sorry, averageinsuburbia, I forgot to go back and give the answer last time.)
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I have enough romance and imagination in me to almost believe that a wish could be attached to a coin. Enough so that it would be hard for me to put that coin into a soda machine, for example.
I could do it if I had to…but that coin would haunt me.
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Andy: I always used to believe that when you threw your money in, it turned into your wish.
—Goonies: You take this one, and I’ll take two coins…
Stef: Wait, wait, wait, wait – stop, stop – you can’t do this…
—Goonies: Why?
Stef: Because, these are somebody else’s wishes…they’re somebody else’s dreams.
My logical mind understands that dreams and wishes can’t be attached to a particular coin, any more than throwing said coin into a fountain will bring those wishes true. Making your dreams come true requires a bit more effort than that. But still…
I can spare a quarter for romance and imagination…and a little bit of wishful thinking.
Every dream needs a place to start.
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