Trully a Sign of the Apocolypse

I saw two women pushing a stroller down St. Anthony Blvd. last night. As a "cute baby alert" flashed through my brain, I saw that they were actually out walking their cat. In a stroller. Yup. They were exposing their housecat to the outside world via a $90 stroller. I still can't think of it without shuddering. They probably have daycare for the cat too. And a provision in their will. Creeeepy.

Bwuuucaci

If you don't watch LOST, or if you didn't watch the last episode of the 2nd Season, so not read this blog entry.

OMFG.

Michael knew that they would suspect them, so he led them somewhere else.

Eko was locked out of the hatch by John and Desmond.

Sun and Jin helped Sayid sail the boat to the deserted habitat of "the others."

Umm, and then "Bwa? What the?" And "God Fucking Damn we have to wait until LATE FALL to see the next episode.

I trully am LOST.

The Man

At the Alden Square garage sale last weekend, Noah introduced himself as "the man". As in, "my parents are such push-overs I am the man of the house." Uh-oh. Time to start using that discipline thing again. And yes Jesse, we HAVE TO used it in the past. Really. I think.

My surley (almost) 4 year old.

My Birthday Kicked Ass

After consuming lots of tequila:

And bunny cake:

I'm very surprised that we didn't find someone passed out by the firebowl in the morning. And yes, by "someone" I mean me.

Thanks to all for coming over and hanging out with me on my palindrome birthday. I won't have another one until I'm 44 after all. And a special "thanks" to Jacquie for the bunny cake and to Grandma Reade for entertaining Noah.

Happy Mother's Day

Wow. What a picture. It's so beautiful.

This baby has woken her up every 2 -4 hours around the clock to suck on her and keep her from getting the sleep she so desperately needs. This baby has probably woken up after only 20 minutes of sleep happy and wanting her to amuse him, despite the fact that she hasn't had more than two hours sleep in the last 17 hours.

The miracle is that she doesn't beat the living shit out of this child. The miracle is that, after all of this, she still looks at the baby with love and admiration.

That is what being a mom is all about. Your kids will push you to the edge. They will dare to treat you like shit more than any other person in the world. And in return you look at them with love and admiration for the person they have become.

That, my friends, is a mom. And that is why we get mother's day.

I got to sleep in, eat food I didn't make and have my husband (my wonderful hushand) put my son to bed for me. Thanks, Stan, for giving me a day off and letting me know how much my boys think of me and love me.

Happy Mom's day . . . to me.

I Will Miss My Jesse

It is 12:30 on Saturday night. Stan, Jesse and I are hanging out. Stan is being the "backseat driver" as Jesse plays Riddick. A couple minutes ago Stan, the pacifist father of one said: "You should just shiv this guy. Have you gotten rid of the shiv? You could just twist his neck since you don't have a weapon, or maybe use a screwdriver."

Sitting here on the couch with the two of them reminds me of when Stan and I were dating and he and Jesse would be on their computers programming things that I still can't understand. With Stan, I had finally found the guy that made my best friend his best friend. Actually, he made him his brother. Jesse is family He is our brother, our son, our best friend.

We will miss him in far out Anoka land.