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Friday, March 05, 2004 Current Affairs

I do realize that not everyone thought my Jesus post was in good taste, so it is with this in mind that I warn you to go read someone else’s blog today if that sort of thing offends.

[leans forward excitedly]

So, have you seen the blooper reel from The Passion of Christ? Neither have I, but Mac at the Go Fish posted the link to the transcript, and it is just priceless. I honestly would rather see the outtakes than the movie!

My favorite bit is when Jesus’ cell phone rings during a beating:

Friday, March 05, 2004 Family

Lee says I never comment on his blog anymore, so this is for him!

Logan was sitting on my lap this morning, fresh from bed and twice as warm, so I began to shut down the computer. I had one window open to oh no, the BLOG, where Lee had posted a gorgeous photo of the view from his folks’ place in Montana. What followed was about ten minutes’ worth of streaming comment:

Thursday, March 04, 2004 Weblogs

You know, it wasn’t so long ago that I was handing out (or trying to hand out) prizes for the 10,000th visitor to The Monmmy Blog. I just looked at the counter, and holy frickin’ moley if ya’ll aren’t up to 18,952 already!! Almost doubled in 6 weeks! And I’d even wager that my own visits don’t amount to more than 5,000 of those.

(No, I ignore my own visits like a good little blogger.)

Thursday, March 04, 2004 Family

All I need are loafers and a tie. I am a 60’s Dad.

I came home at 6:30 tonight, just in time to see my family eating a sit-down, homemade dinner together, laughing and talking about the day, and showing off artwork from school.

I set down my bag, shouted hello to everyone, took off my coat, kissed the children, and ruffled my husband’s hair. I even uttered the words, “What smells so good?” Turning to the countertop, I fished out a wineglass and reached for the Zin, needing to unwind after a long day at the office.

Whoa. Fred MacMurray is back.

The children all clamored to climb into my lap, tell me about school, and show me their pictures. Gil coaxed them gently to come back to the table and finish their dinners. They didn’t. He got up with a sigh and began to clear the dishes.  Whoa, whoa, whoa. I’ve seen this before, but I think it was in black and white.

“Hon, would you like to get out for a while? I’ll clean up and bathe the kids.”

“You know… yes.” [sound of whistling wind and screeching tires]

I changed into pj’s, went back into the kitchen, and turned my attention to the dirty dishes and the leftover homemade chili (when did that happen? He can cook!) I eyeballed the cooking pot and fished out a tupperware container (or at least I did after ten minutes of fruitless searching, because I have no idea where anything is anymore) and proceeded to ladle in the chili. It was going to be close. Too close. And darn it if I’m not thinking like a guy at this point. “Plastic gives, right? I bet if I fill it to just overflowing and then seal it really well, it will all stay in with the vacuum seal.” Splooooosh. Chili all over my striped jammies, all over the counter, all over the sink. I am such a clueless 60’s Dad.

Thursday, March 04, 2004 Weblogs

Ladies and Gentleman, I give you BlogMoxie.

Joelle has done an amazing job redesigning this site for me, and has been very patient with my three zillion emails and questions! It’s gorgeous, and it loads wicked fast. I love it! Thank you! I will be back.

Go on, everyone, hire her.  She likes martinis. And music. Anything to drown out the neighbors, really.