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		<title>My kid made the front page! Above the fold!</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Mar 2010 15:26:04 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Dory</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Ok, so, not, like, single-handedly. But still. He&#8217;s the one with the cap on backwards. *facepalm* This program has helped him immensely. He&#8217;s so much more confident and competent with his social skills. He&#8217;s come a long way. © Dory for Can&#039;t Remember Diddly!, 2010. All rights reserved. This post cannot be republished without express [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ok, so, not, like, <em>single-handedly</em>. But <strong>still</strong>.</p>
<p>He&#8217;s the one with the cap on backwards. *facepalm*</p>
<p>This program has helped him immensely. He&#8217;s so much more confident and competent with his social skills. He&#8217;s come a long way.</p>
<p><a target="_blank" href="http://gazetteonline.com/top-story/2010/03/09/asperger%e2%80%99s-program-helping-more-kids-with-fitting-in"><img class="aligncenter size-large wp-image-2363" title="Picture-1" src="http://www.cantrememberdiddly.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/Picture-1-484x1024.jpg" alt="Gazette Online Asperger's program" width="484" height="1024" /></a></p>
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		<title>13. Thirteen. THIRTEEN. XIII. Anyway you put it, it makes ME old.</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 16 Oct 2009 13:30:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Dory</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[My baby is THIRTEEN, mah peepull. *shakes head in disbelief* I AM THE PARENT OF A TEENAGER. Let the groaning and gnashing of teeth commence. That&#8217;s not The Rockstar I&#8217;m holding; that&#8217;s his cousin. But this is a great pic of me big and pregnant with R. I was about 34-36 weeks along here. About [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My baby is THIRTEEN, mah peepull. *shakes head in disbelief*</p>
<p>I AM THE PARENT OF A TEENAGER.</p>
<p>Let the groaning and gnashing of teeth commence.</p>
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That&#8217;s not The Rockstar I&#8217;m holding; that&#8217;s his cousin. But this is a great pic of me big and pregnant with R. I was about 34-36 weeks along here.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><img class="aligncenter" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2022/1595475592_d9d18b97ab.jpg?v=0" alt="" width="500" height="357" /> About a half hour old</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><img class="aligncenter" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2009/1594587021_a5dae9b3a4.jpg?v=0" alt="" width="357" height="500" /> Our new family, about 6 hours old</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><img class="aligncenter" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2297/1595473360_e4f958ad15.jpg?v=0" alt="" width="500" height="357" /> About 6 months old</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><img class="aligncenter" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2349/1594584789_319d09ebc0.jpg?v=0" alt="" width="357" height="500" /> One year old</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><img class="aligncenter" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2177/1594583343_53cd10e322.jpg?v=0" alt="" width="355" height="500" /> Two years old</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><img class="aligncenter" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2334/1594581989_74acab6da9.jpg?v=0" alt="" width="333" height="500" /> 1999</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><img class="aligncenter" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2167/1594580987_6a95131008.jpg?v=0" alt="" width="500" height="411" /> 2000</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><img class="aligncenter" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2320/1594580495_216c503ac6.jpg?v=0" alt="" width="458" height="500" /> 2001</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><img class="aligncenter" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2002/1594579999_9ae87a6591.jpg?v=0" alt="" width="333" height="500" /> 2002</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><img class="aligncenter" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2253/1594578955_999e6be670.jpg?v=0" alt="" width="333" height="500" /> 2003</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><img class="aligncenter" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2202/1594577765_c940ceb45c.jpg?v=0" alt="" width="397" height="500" /> 2004</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><img class="aligncenter" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2070/1595463518_6a5f7a2972.jpg?v=0" alt="" width="333" height="500" /> 2005</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><img class="aligncenter" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2122/1594573009_5ab53153b7.jpg?v=0" alt="" width="500" height="375" /> 2006</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><img class="aligncenter" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2228/1594569937_925521d1fb.jpg?v=0" alt="" width="500" height="375" /><br />
<img class="aligncenter" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2179/1594567929_4f548a9be4.jpg?v=0" alt="" width="333" height="500" /> 2007</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><img class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-2056" title="080607_111022" src="http://www.cantrememberdiddly.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/080607_111022.jpg" alt="080607_111022" width="480" height="360" /> 2008</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><img class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-2057" title="090523_201903" src="http://www.cantrememberdiddly.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/090523_201903.jpg" alt="090523_201903" width="480" height="360" /> 2009</p>
<p>Hey, take it easy on your old mom, ok? I&#8217;m not sure I&#8217;m ready for this. But ready or not, here you come.</p>
<p>This feels like a big one. I feel like I&#8217;m about to take a midterm exam. You&#8217;re going to be making some important choices, and I can&#8217;t always be there to <strike>beat you into submission</strike> coach you to make the right ones. I&#8217;ve just got to pray that your dad and I managed to cram some good stuff into that head of yours. Oh, we&#8217;ve got a ways to go before we see the finish line, and I&#8217;m not putting away my cue cards yet. You know, those ones with &#8220;Yes, please&#8221;, &#8220;Thank you&#8221;, &#8220;I&#8217;m sorry&#8221; printed on them, among various other important phrases including &#8220;It&#8217;s not my favorite, but I&#8217;ll take a small spoonful, thank you.&#8221; and &#8220;No, I think I&#8217;ll save it instead of spend it.&#8221; In fact, I have some new ones for you, such as &#8220;No way, haven&#8217;t you seen that one &#8216;this is your brain&#8217; clip on youtube?!&#8221; and &#8220;I&#8217;m saving myself for my wife&#8221; and the most important of which, &#8220;Yes, dear. You&#8217;re right.&#8221; I&#8217;m not getting that one out quite yet, but I feel it&#8221;ll be soon. Sooner than I want it to be.</p>
<p>Happy Birfday, you little yahoo.</p>
<p>I love you, boog.</p>
<p>“The LORD bless you and keep you; The LORD make His face shine upon you, And be gracious to you; The LORD lift up His countenance upon you, And give you peace.”’  <span><span style="font-size:85%;">Numbers 6:24-26 (New King James Version)<br />
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		<title>Consider the economy duly stimulated.</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 19 Mar 2009 09:25:26 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Dory</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[You may have seen my tweet about the tax refund coming (Well, helloooOOOoooOOOooo Mr. Tax Refund! Come to Mama!) and lots of huge changes came with it. New Ears First of all, HunkyDory paid it forward. Much thanks from the bottom of my heart to all who helped me get my new ears. They&#8217;ve been [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You may have seen my tweet about the tax refund coming (Well, helloooOOOoooOOOooo Mr. Tax Refund! Come to Mama!) and lots of huge changes came with it.</p>
<h3>New Ears</h3>
<p>First of all, HunkyDory paid it forward. Much thanks from the bottom of my heart to all who helped me get my new ears. They&#8217;ve been working <em>fabulously</em>! That money that was given to us for the HAs has been paid forward plus some extra. So your gift did <em>double </em>duty, first to me, and now a gift to someone else in need.</p>
<p>Just as I was getting used to the new HAs, I had a setback last weekend. I had sharp, stabbing pains in my left ear on and off all day Friday. I get these once in awhile and really didn&#8217;t think much of it. It feels kind of like a bad toothache except in my ear. But when I put in my HAs on Saturday morning, it felt like the left one wasn&#8217;t working at all. I tried new batteries, and that didn&#8217;t work. I tried sticking the receiver of the left aid in my right ear and realized it was actually working fine; it was my <em>ear </em>that was the problem. I went in to the audiologist today, and when he peeked in there, he didn&#8217;t see anything abnormal. He said I needed to go see an ENT doc because he had done all he could do. I asked him if he could just turn up the left so I wasn&#8217;t so lopsided. He was all, &#8220;Sure, no problem&#8221; and we went into the office and plugged the aid into the computer. He said, &#8220;I&#8217;m going to turn this up about 3db and we&#8217;ll see if that does it.&#8221; Nothing. No difference. He looked a little puzzled and said, &#8220;I&#8217;ll turn it up another 4db.&#8221; Zip. Like he hadn&#8217;t turned it up at all. He looked a little worried, turned it back down, and said we&#8217;ll have to see what the ENT says. So I can hear almost nothing on the left and it rings almost constantly and is a lot louder than I&#8217;m used to. If you&#8217;re so inclined, I&#8217;d sure appreciate it if you remembered me in your prayers, because it&#8217;s seriously freaking me out. I&#8217;ve never experienced a decay <em>this </em>noticeable <em>this</em> fast before. I hope it&#8217;s just something temporary that they can fix, because it would seriously suck ass to lose a bunch more hearing when I feel like I just got it back.</p>
<h3>New job</h3>
<p>I&#8217;m working at a homeless shelter now, part-time overnights, on the weekends. The new HAs made that possible. I couldn&#8217;t do this before because there&#8217;s only one staff member on at a time and you <em>have </em>to be able to answer the phone. Even with the volume at maximum I still can&#8217;t catch every word, but I understand most of the conversation.</p>
<p>My very first night, the cops called to see if we could give someone slightly inebriated an emergency cot, and I had to tell them we had already told the person earlier that we wouldn&#8217;t; then someone else came in way past curfew all upset and I dealt with that. Talk about getting thrown in the deep end!</p>
<p>I think I&#8217;ll like this job a lot. When things are quiet, you can do about whatever you want to, except sleep. So hopefully I&#8217;ll have more time to read and write. I&#8217;ve been so stinkin&#8217; busy the last couple months, I have a list of post subjects as long as my arm, and I&#8217;m <em>really </em>looking forward to getting more writing done. Oh, and call me Captain Obvious, but I just gotta say, overnights seriously throw your sleep schedule all kinds of out of whack!</p>
<h3>New phone</h3>
<p><a target="_blank" href="http://www.apple.com/iphone"><img class="alignleft" src="http://www.mobilegazette.com/handsets/apple/apple-iphone-3g/apple-iphone-3g-black.jpg" alt="" width="170" height="133" /></a></p>
<p>After salivating over the iPhone for almost two years, I finally got my hot little hands on one.</p>
<p>It&#8217;s so frickin&#8217; hawsum, I want to buy it a shot of tequila and tongue kiss it and ask it if it wants to come in for &#8220;coffee&#8221; and buy it breakfast in the morning and call it the next day and court it and tell it that I don&#8217;t want to have any more kids but I would if it would make it happy and take it to Vegas and marry it in a drive-through wedding chapel with an Elvis impersonator officiating and live happily ever after.</p>
<p>It needs a name. Now taking suggestions.</p>
<p>Since Hunky felt sorry for my poor jilted Tilt, he took it in and gave it a new home on his hip. It&#8217;s very thankful. Actually, it runs on Windoze though, so it probably is nursing an arrogant, false sense of entitlement. It totally has Hunky pegged as a soft touch, and it&#8217;s all acting out and testing him. I have to step in now and then and use my scary mom voice to coerce it into submission. It&#8217;s kind of a snotty little shithead.</p>
<h3>New furnace</h3>
<p>This came about not because of the tax refund but I&#8217;m throwing it in there because 1- It matches with the &#8220;New ___&#8221; theme I&#8217;ve got going here and B- It&#8217;s just so hawsum. We applied for energy assistance a couple months ago and, thank God, were given credit on our gas bill. I had to sign something about completing a weatherization thing on our house and didn&#8217;t think much of it. So a couple weeks later, this guy came in and said, &#8220;Oh, this furnace has got to go.&#8221; And I was all, &#8220;Because you know the furnace fairy personally and she owes you a favor?&#8221; and he was all, &#8220;Uh, well, you don&#8217;t have to pay for it.&#8221; and I was all, *speechless* because I&#8217;m quick and witty like that.</p>
<p>Let me just tell you how old our furnace was. The house was built in 1948 and it&#8217;s original. It&#8217;s a bonafide <em>antique</em>. Somewhere along the line, it was converted from coal to gas. It still had the hieroglyphics on it from when my house was a cave and dinosaurs roamed the earth.</p>
<p>Six estimates later, we have a bright, shiny new furnace and my basement really couldn&#8217;t be more happy to welcome the new guy. It takes up half the space. It&#8217;s 92% efficient compared to the old 60-ish% efficient dinosaur. It&#8217;s handsome and smart and charismatic and sexy.</p>
<h3>New computer</h3>
<p>My beloved iMac, Edgrr, is four and a half years old, and I was starting to <em>really </em>worry about it pooping out or crashing when I have graphics jobs lined up to get done. Obviously, we haven&#8217;t exactly had a couple extra thousand dollars lying around to get a new Mac. Well, my friend Marcia knew that I was a complete mac nut and told me a friend of hers had a Macbook for sale, only one year old and all tricked out (4gb RAM and 500gb hard drive!) to be able to handle graphics work. I told her I was really super interested and she hooked us up. We emailed back and forth on Friday, and the UPS man visited me TODAY! I can&#8217;t wait to move into it! *claps hands excitedly* As we speak, I have the Carbon Copy Cloner copying the hard drive on the old computer, and I&#8217;ll start moving into the new laptop tomorrow after I get off work and get a nap. This laptop is going to come in really handy when I&#8217;m working these overnights. We now have <em>three </em>Macs in our house.</p>
<p>Again, with the name-needing. Now taking suggestions.</p>
<h3>New&#8230; wait, what?</h3>
<p>To wrap up, HunkyDory has done their part. Consider the economy duly stimulated.</p>
<p>Dory didn&#8217;t get ALL the good stuff. Just most of it. Hunky got the parts to make his Virago AND his Intercepter run, and the Virago will get some plastic surgery to get a new paint job and take out the dent in the fuel tank. We are still batting around the idea of finding a used Wii so the boys will also get some happy happy from the tax refund even though the little turds probably don&#8217;t deserve it. I can&#8217;t get them to finish their chore list every day for a week to save their life! We told Rocky that if he would finish all his chores consistently, we would keep him in minutes and texts on his cell phone. It is currently a glorified paperweight.</p>
<p>The rest of it goes to *sigh* BILLS. But I certainly can&#8217;t complain. It&#8217;s just so amazing to me how God makes sure we have everything we need and even some things we want. We&#8217;re so blessed.</p>
<p>What&#8217;d you spend your tax refund on?</p>
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		<title>Photoshop Phriday #6: Make Those Eyes POP!</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Mar 2009 18:54:04 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Dory</dc:creator>
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<p style="text-align: left;"><a target="_blank" href="http://blissfullydomestic.com/photo-bliss/make-those-eyes-pop/" target="_blank"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">This post</span></span></a><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> was published March 6th, 2009 by </span><a target="_blank" href="http://blissfullydomestic.com/author/dory/" target="_blank"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Dory</span></a><span style="font-weight: normal;"> on </span><a target="_blank" href="http://www.blissfullydomestic.com"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Blissfully Domestic</span></a><span style="font-weight: normal;"> On their </span><a target="_blank" href="http://blissfullydomestic.com/channel/photo-bliss/" class="broken_link"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Photo Bliss</span></a><span style="font-weight: normal;"> Channel. </span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">*in a fierce, booming WWF voice* Howduhya like me now?!?! <em>Huh?!?! <strong>HUH?!?!</strong></em></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Click on through and leave me some verbal cocaine commently luvs so we can propagate the illusion that mah peepull like me or something crazy like that. Go on, it&#8217;ll be fun! They&#8217;re giving out free sparkly purple ponies over there! Ok, they&#8217;re really not, but wouldn&#8217;t that be totally cool if they were?!</span></p>
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<div>Welcome to another edition of Photoshop Phriday with your hostess, Dory!</div>
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<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">*applause sign lights up and the crowd goes wild*</span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">By the way, if there’s anyone out there that’s all Photoshoppy, I would love for you to join in the fun and bring Photoshop Phriday to <em>your</em> bloggy casa. Just let me know. Or dive through Teh Innernetz Toobz and pop up and say &#8220;</span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><em>BOOGADAHBOOGADAHBOOGAHDA!</em></span><span style="font-weight: normal;">&#8221; and scare the crap outta me. Ya know, whatever.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Anyhoo… on with the show.</span></p>
<p><img class="alignleft" title="Make those eyes POP!" src="http://www.cantrememberdiddly.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/090107_194839.jpg" alt="dark eyes" width="200" height="267" /> <img class="alignnone" title="Make those eyes POP!" src="http://www.cantrememberdiddly.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/090107_194839x.jpg" alt="bright eyes" width="200" height="267" /><br />
Didja ever notice how sometimes eyes turn out too dark? But you know those pretty colors are there! <em><strong>I&#8217;m going to show you a real quick, down and dirty way of lightening and jazzin&#8217; up those eyes.</strong></em></p>
<p>This will get graphic intensive so I&#8217;m gonna cut my feed reader peepulls a break. Please click on through.<br />
(...)<br/>Read the rest of <a href="http://www.cantrememberdiddly.com/2009/03/06/photoshop-phriday-6-make-those-eyes-pop/">Photoshop Phriday #6: Make Those Eyes POP!</a> (513 words)</p>
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		<title>K-I-S-S-I-N-G</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 17 Feb 2009 05:41:50 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Dory</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Rocky got his first kiss yesterday. He met this little cutie-patootie redhead at his after-school Asperger&#8217;s program. He really liked her, but she was &#8220;going with&#8221; another boy. He was really upset about it (&#8220;This is just GREAT; I&#8217;m NEVER gonna have a girlfriend!&#8221;) but we talked him down from the ledge. Well, The Little [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a target="_blank" class="tt-flickr tt-flickr-Small" title="090208_134110" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/42wallabyway/3283013277/"><img class="alignleft" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3455/3283013277_6682c88521_m.jpg" alt="090208_134110" width="180" height="240" /></a>Rocky got his first kiss yesterday.</p>
<p>He met this little cutie-patootie redhead at his after-school Asperger&#8217;s program. He really liked her, but she was &#8220;going with&#8221; another boy. He was really upset about it (&#8220;This is just GREAT; I&#8217;m NEVER gonna have a girlfriend!&#8221;) but we talked him down from the ledge. Well, The Little Red-headed Girl changed her mind. She likes Rocky now, and he likes her still. It makes sense. They&#8217;re both ADHD <em>and</em> AS, so they <em><strong>get</strong></em> each other.</p>
<p>She came over Saturday for a few hours, and then he went over to her house yesterday for a few hours. Her mom brought him back and said, &#8220;Ok, I tried not to make a big deal out of this. I ran into the gas station and when I came back out, I saw them smoochin&#8217; in the back seat.&#8221;</p>
<p>I was all, a<em>wwwwwww, I have to tell his Aunt T</em> (whose response was? &#8220;Where&#8217;s The Fries?!?! Noooooo!!!&#8221;) and we talked a little and they went home. No biggie, right?</p>
<p>Right?</p>
<p>Well, I don&#8217;t know. There&#8217;s something about this whole thing that&#8217;s really weighing heavy on my heart. HunkyDory has had numerous s-e-x talks with Rocky; no problem, if you&#8217;re old enough to ask the question, you&#8217;re old enough for the answer. We&#8217;ve passed our save-it-for-your-wife onto him but also given him a very thorough sex education, so I think we&#8217;ve got all our bases covered.</p>
<p>But. There is always a but, and sometimes a butt.</p>
<p>I&#8217;m having kind of a hard time with this. As both boys have gotten older and older, I&#8217;ve celebrated each milestone as a little more freedom for all of us. Potty-training&#8230; chucking those damn car seats&#8230; getting their own breakfast&#8230; finally being able to go out for a few hours and not have to figure a babysitter into the evening&#8217;s budget&#8230; all <em>good</em> for them, <em><strong>great</strong></em> for me. The neatest thing is watch these guys go from babies to toddlers into &#8220;real people&#8221; with their own distinct personalities. This was the first milestone that I&#8217;ve hit and thought, <em>ok, whoa&#8230; I didn&#8217;t see that one coming</em>. Now I&#8217;m unsettled and a little scared. This is where the rubber meets the road. I have to step back and hope that he makes his choices according to the way we&#8217;ve brought him up.</p>
<p>Maybe I&#8217;m having such a hard time because I&#8217;m struggling to find a way celebrate this milestone. It&#8217;s the first one that I&#8217;m not really a part of. My baby boy <em>isn&#8217;t</em> one anymore, and I have no way to relate to my man-child&#8217;s newfound *gulp* sexuality. Tom will still have some sort of &#8220;in&#8221; because I&#8217;m sure that Rocky will still come to him with big questions. But the fact remains, my confidence in my own role in this new area is sorely shaken. Will he come to me for input? I can just imagine him&#8230; &#8220;Ewwwwww, MoooOOOooommmmmm!&#8221; and I&#8217;m guessing that&#8217;s a big fat NO.</p>
<p>Tonight, he came over and asked if he could sit with me while we watched 24. I was like, &#8220;Um, ok, why?&#8221; and he said, &#8220;Because I love my mommy&#8221; with this really cheesy grin.</p>
<p>I smiled and stretched my arms, and he snuggled with me, his face turned toward Jack Bauer saving the day.</p>
<p>I don&#8217;t think he caught me with my stingy eyeballs. If he did, he pretended he didn&#8217;t.</p>
<p>God bless the little smoochin&#8217; boogerhead.</p>
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		<title>Weekly Winners for 01/04/2009 &#8211; 01/10/2009</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 12 Jan 2009 04:57:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Dory</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[January 4 to January 10 Hunky took this one. I was messing around with an idea for another bloggy friend&#8217;s design.  Goggles. Check.    Elli got a flying chicken for Christmas from my friend Kenzie. You&#8217;d not believe how excited she gets about this damn thing. He&#8217;s got a tubing so you can shoot him [...]]]></description>
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<p style="text-align: center;">January 4 to January 10</p>
<p style="text-align: center; ">Hunky took this one. I was messing around with an idea for another bloggy friend&#8217;s design.<br />
<a target="_blank" class="tt-flickr tt-flickr-Medium" title="IMAG0011.jpg" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/42wallabyway/3175809064/"><img class="aligncenter" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3084/3175809064_6c1dbe12df.jpg" alt="IMAG0011.jpg" width="500" height="375" /></a> Goggles. Check.</p>
<p style="text-align: center; "> </p>
<p><a target="_blank" class="tt-flickr tt-flickr-Medium" title="090105_230620.jpg" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/42wallabyway/3190536160/"><img class="aligncenter" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3517/3190536160_f593f47409.jpg" alt="090105_230620.jpg" width="500" height="375" /></a> Elli got a flying chicken for Christmas from my friend Kenzie. You&#8217;d not believe how excited she gets about this damn thing. He&#8217;s got a tubing so you can shoot him sling-shot style and when he lands he makes the loudest, most annoying crowing you ever did hear. She gets so excited before you shoot him, she&#8217;s like a coiled spring; whining and begging you to loose him and let &#8216;er at him. She shoots off like a bat outta hell, then &#8220;worries&#8221; him, growling and givin&#8217; him the what-for. When she decides she&#8217;s killed him, she gives him back so you can make him alive again, and she can kill him all over again. Was this a <em>guess you hadda be there</em> things? Oh, well.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><a target="_blank" class="tt-flickr tt-flickr-Medium" style="text-decoration: none;" title="090107_194839.jpg" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/42wallabyway/3189693397/"><span style="color: #000000;"><br />
</span><img class="aligncenter" style="text-decoration: underline;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3458/3189693397_41050ebe3e.jpg" alt="090107_194839.jpg" width="375" height="500" /></a> My man-child. I can see the baby he was and the man he&#8217;ll be<br />
at the exact same moment. *deep sigh*</p>
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<a target="_blank" class="tt-flickr tt-flickr-Medium" title="090107_214548.jpg" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/42wallabyway/3189703765/"><img class="aligncenter" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3514/3189703765_0f1ecbec7d.jpg" alt="090107_214548.jpg" width="375" height="500" /></a> My niece/Goddaughter got a mirror that lights up<br />
and says, &#8220;You&#8217;re a pretty princess!&#8221; and she was enthralled.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><a target="_blank" class="tt-flickr tt-flickr-Medium" title="090110_192438.jpg" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/42wallabyway/3189706027/"><img class="aligncenter" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3095/3189706027_a0a412af18.jpg" alt="090110_192438.jpg" width="500" height="375" /></a> This blanket is older than me. It hung on the back of my Gramma&#8217;s couch<br />
for years and years, and now it hangs on the back of mine.<br />
If Gramma saw all the cat/dog hair on it, she&#8217;d <em>tsk tsk tsk</em> me fo&#8217; sho&#8217;.</p>
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		<title>Quite possibly the most boring title in the history of blogging: Merry Christmas!</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 25 Dec 2008 06:38:49 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Dory</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I had a little meltdown Tuesday, and it rather inconveniently placed itself smack in the middle of the time where I pick up my boys from school. When I pulled up I was all snuffly and right away I said, &#8220;You guys didn&#8217;t do anything wrong, I&#8217;m just having myself a little meltdown. It&#8217;ll pass.&#8221; [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I had a little meltdown Tuesday, and it rather inconveniently placed itself smack in the middle of the time where I pick up my boys from school. When I pulled up I was all snuffly and right away I said, &#8220;You guys didn&#8217;t do anything wrong, I&#8217;m just having myself a little meltdown. It&#8217;ll pass.&#8221;</p>
<p>Just exactly then, &#8220;It&#8217;s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year&#8221; came on the radio.</p>
<p>I busted out bawling again.</p>
<p>Rocky put his hand on my shoulder and said, &#8220;Mom, this is, like, the stupidest song <em><strong>ever</strong></em>.&#8221;</p>
<p>Laughing through crying <em><strong>helps</strong></em>.</p>
<p>• • • • • •</p>
<p>I invite you into my bathroom this morning, right after our shower. (Yes, HunkyDory showers together. Save water; shower with a friend!).</p>
<p>Just, like, in your brain, blur stuff out where The Sim&#8217;s game does.</p>
<p>Christmas carols are playing on the iHome.</p>
<p>Hunky: [singing along with 'White Christmas] IIIIII&#8217;m screaming at. A. Whiiiiiiite Supremisiiiiiiiist. Just like the ones I&#8230; [stops singing abruptly] There&#8217;s a chance I might&#8217;ve had too much coffee.</p>
<p>Dory: *blink* *blink blink* I got <em>nothin</em>&#8216;, dude.</p>
<p>Hunky: *wandering off and twirling his hands* [sing-song voice] Tooooo Muuuuuch Caaaawwwffffffeeeeee!</p>
<p>Yeah, that&#8217;s how we do what we do when we do what we do.</p>
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		<title>In. Mah. Damn. HOUSE.</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 18 Oct 2008 02:05:06 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Dory</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;ve been having a pretty hard time with the idea of having an almost teenager. But it&#8217;s kind of bittersweet. I will miss his baby-ness and his boy-ness, but I dearly love the lower maintenance version of my manchild. I no longer have to worry about providing some sort of foodular sustinance about every four [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;ve been having a pretty hard time with the idea of having an almost teenager. But it&#8217;s kind of bittersweet. I will miss his baby-ness and his boy-ness, but I dearly love the lower maintenance version of my manchild.</p>
<p>I no longer have to worry about providing some sort of foodular sustinance about every four hours for my youngling. On Saturday mornings, the fruitbat of my loins gets up, get dressed, takes meds, makes and eats his own breakfast, and <em>quietly</em> (hoo buddy, if <em>that</em> lesson didn&#8217;t take some <span style="text-decoration: line-through;">stellar parenting technique</span> ass whuppin&#8217;!) watches cartoons. I, on the other hand, am free to sleep until I&#8217;m damn good and ready to haul my lazy ass out of bed. He mows the lawn. He does chores (most of the time without any <span style="text-decoration: line-through;">threats</span> negative reinforcement). Today I went to Tarzhay and picked up some Noxema pads for his first zit, and because I&#8217;m just <em>that</em> cool, a Rubik&#8217;s Cube. You know, for Just Because day. I was feeling kind of nostalgic.</p>
<p><em>That</em> stopped the moment I picked him up from school.</p>
<p>He came walking up to the car with a friend, and much to my surprise, said friend enters my vehicle. *blink* *blink blink* <em>Ah, what&#8217;s the happy-haps, man?</em></p>
<p>He indignantly replied, &#8220;Mom, I <em>asked</em> you about this on <strong><em>Wednesday</em></strong>.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;Aaaand, could you enlighten me as to my response, because it completely escapes my memory.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;I <em>said</em>, &#8216;Mom, I wondered, can Friend come stay the night Friday&#8217; and <em>you</em> said, &#8216;Ok, let me ask Dad.&#8217;&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;Aaaand, somehow this translated directly into &#8216;Sure thing, son, we&#8217;re on?!&#8217;&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;Welllllllll&#8230;.&#8221;</p>
<p>Hunky had been on the phone so he needed to be brought up to speed. As soon as he was, he said, &#8220;You know your Mom forgets things, and that if her answer involves talking to me about it, that is <em>not</em> the green light.&#8221;</p>
<p>Resignedly, because we&#8217;re complete and utter <em>lame-os</em> who must be grudgingly tolerated, &#8220;Ok,&#8221; he says.</p>
<p>So we drove home, and all went into the house and scattered; the boys to do their thing, and HunkyDory to do their thing. (That would be goofing around on the Innernets on each of their respective computers. Sheesh.) Before they scattered like roaches when you turn a light on, I unceremoniously tossed the Noxema pads and Rubik&#8217;s Cube at Rocky with a terse, &#8220;Use morning and night.&#8221; <em>Hrmph</em>. Damn nostalgia.</p>
<p>About an hour went by, and all of a sudden, I wrinkled my nose and inhaled a little more deeply.</p>
<p>Smoke.</p>
<p><em>OMG, something&#8217;s <strong>on</strong> <strong>fire</strong>! </em></p>
<p>Just then, Hunky came out of his <span style="text-decoration: line-through;">cave</span> office, and said, &#8220;Do you smell cigarette smoke?&#8221;</p>
<p><em>Oh. No. He. <strong>DIH-ENT</strong>! Uh, <strong>duh</strong>, I&#8217;m a smoker! I <strong>know</strong> cigarette smoke, especially when it&#8217;s not supposed to be in my damn house. Oh, <strong>haaay-ells</strong>,<strong> no</strong>, kid; <strong>I</strong> don&#8217;t even get to smoke in my damn house! </em></p>
<p>&#8220;Uh, <strong><em>yeah</em></strong>.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;Where&#8217;s it coming from?&#8221;</p>
<p>At the same moment, our heads turned to the closed bathroom door about 10 feet away. And our jaws dropped. Then our voices.</p>
<p>&#8220;Would Friend actually be smoking in the bathroom?!&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;Are you <em>shitting</em> me?! He <em>couldn&#8217;t</em> be <em><strong>that</strong></em> dumb, could he?!&#8221;</p>
<p>[Pause for a second, because I want to share a thought that popped in my mind. HunkyDory on Whose Line Is It Anyway? and we're doing the skit where you can only ask questions. Ok, moving on.]</p>
<p>&#8220;You wouldn&#8217;t think so, would you?&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;What are we going to do about it?&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;We, who, white man?!&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;You&#8217;re going to leave me to deal with this alone?!?!&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;Is a Bear Catholic?!?!&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;Aw, shit.&#8221;</p>
<p>[Pause again, <em><strong>ha</strong></em>, he loses! Dory wins! The crowd roars! Ok, moving on.]</p>
<p>So Friend comes out of the bathroom. I&#8217;ll save you the gory details, but there was a very stern talking-to, in which it was communicated that not only was <em>smoking</em> a really bad idea, but smoking in <em>someone else&#8217;s <strong>non-smoking house</strong></em> was an even worse idea. I threw in my two cents by grumpily reiterating my point that <em><strong>I</strong></em> didn&#8217;t even get to smoke in my own damn house. Friend&#8217;s Dad was called. (Times like this make me really ok with the fact that I can&#8217;t use the phone anymore.) And Friend was picked up about a half hour later.</p>
<p>Because <strong><em>I</em></strong> don&#8217;t even get to smoke in my own damn house. <em>That&#8217;s</em> the important part to take away from this experience. Riiiiight.</p>
<p>Rip it, roll it, and punch it, dude. Please keep all body parts within the vehicle. And a reminder that no smoking is allowed on this ride; if smoke is detected, the sprinklers <em>will</em> automatically turn on, and an electric shock <em>will</em> go off under the offender&#8217;s ass. Because <strong><em>I</em></strong> don&#8217;t even get to smoke in my own damn house. Thank you for your cooperation.</p>
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		<title>Happy 12th Birthday, my Rockstar!</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 17 Oct 2008 03:22:51 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Dory</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Would somebody please stop the world for just a moment? Kthx. My Rockstar is twelve. TWELVE. Am I really old enough to have a 12 year old? Tonight we gave him a choice between going out to eat or me making fried chicken. He chose Mom&#8217;s Fried Chicken. Atta boy. So I guess what he [...]]]></description>
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<p>My Rockstar is twelve. TWELVE. Am I really old enough to have a 12 year old?</p>
<p>Tonight we gave him a choice between going out to eat or me making fried chicken. He chose Mom&#8217;s Fried Chicken. Atta boy.</p>
<p>So I guess what he got for his birthday&#8230; a zit. But I promise that wasn&#8217;t my doing. No, we were like, Parents of the <span style="text-decoration: line-through;">Week</span> <span style="text-decoration: line-through;">Month</span> Year for giving him a skateboard. Hunky picked up some elbow and knee pads too, and I was like, <em>Ahhh, he&#8217;ll use those for what? five <span style="text-decoration: line-through;">minutes</span></em><em> seconds? We might as well throw a $10 bill out the car window on the way home.</em> Hunky put them back.</p>
<p>So I made this huge dinner; fried chicken, mashed taters, corn, biscuits, and chocolate cake with chocolate frosting, and I feel like a bloated tick. Then we told him his birth story, and we must&#8217;ve done ok, because both boys were laying on the floor laughing. I went through his baby book with him, too.</p>
<p>It&#8217;s just so hard for me to believe. He&#8217;s TWELVE. And what&#8217;s even harder to believe is that next year, he&#8217;s a teenager; then three years, he&#8217;s driving; then two years, he&#8217;s graduating. Holy time warp, Batman!</p>
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		<title>The One Where We Went To Michigan. Again. Now with added contest at the end!</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Once upon a time last week, we drove to Michigan to visit my mommy and The Seester. Kizzle and I loaded up the boys and the dog in a VERY small Stratus; one that got smaller and smaller as the drive went on. Hunky drove out on the bike later because of *groan* work and [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Once upon a time last week, we drove to Michigan to visit my mommy and The Seester. Kizzle and I loaded up the boys and the dog in a VERY small Stratus; one that got smaller and smaller as the drive went on. Hunky drove out on the bike later because of *groan* work and school.</p>
<p>We stayed at my sister&#8217;s. Mom came over and we grilled and talked and drank beer. At one point, Dino went and sat on Seester&#8217;s lap and she leaned into him and deliberately burped in his ear. He turned around to look at her, and completely dead-pan said, &#8220;That was HAWT&#8221;. I laughed so hard I almost peed. That&#8217;s my boy. We&#8217;re SO proud.</p>
<p><a target="_blank" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/42wallabyway/2680991224/in/set-72157606242325610/"><img class="aligncenter" style="border: 4px double black;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3123/2680991224_e28373b00c.jpg?v=0" alt="" width="375" height="500" /></a>My mommy and Elli&#8217;s mommy </p>
<p style="text-align: center; ">Then we went out for a couple drinks.<br />
<a target="_blank" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/42wallabyway/2680993974/in/set-72157606242325610/"><img class="aligncenter" style="border: 4px double black;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3190/2680993974_b6b0f48c7b.jpg?v=0" alt="" width="500" height="375" /></a>I keesd mai seester!</p>
<p style="text-align: center; "> </p>
<p style="text-align: center; "><a target="_blank" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/42wallabyway/2680176611/in/set-72157606242325610/"><img class="aligncenter" style="border: 4px double black;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3086/2680176611_74d29629ca.jpg?v=0" alt="" width="500" height="375" /></a>Gratuitious Drunk Bitch shot&#8230; did somebody goose the seester?!</p>
<p style="text-align: center; "> </p>
<p style="text-align: center; ">Then we rode horses&#8230;<br />
<a target="_blank" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/42wallabyway/2680999228/in/set-72157606242325610/"><img class="aligncenter" style="border: 4px double black;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3131/2680999228_98c3ce9af1.jpg?v=0" alt="" width="375" height="500" /></a>Mah Kizzle riding Foxy</p>
<p style="text-align: center; "> </p>
<p style="text-align: center; "><a target="_blank" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/42wallabyway/2680997408/in/set-72157606242325610/"><img class="aligncenter" style="border: 4px double black;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3203/2680997408_d8a9e462e0.jpg?v=0" alt="" width="375" height="500" /></a>Me riding Slim. He&#8217;s over 16 hands&#8230; it&#8217;s a looong way to the ground!</p>
<p style="text-align: center; "> </p>
<p style="text-align: center; "><a target="_blank" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/42wallabyway/2680187759/in/set-72157606242325610/"><img class="aligncenter" style="border: 4px double black;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3155/2680187759_57fe4749ab.jpg?v=0" alt="" width="500" height="375" /></a>Rocky riding Slim</p>
<p style="text-align: center; "> </p>
<p style="text-align: center; "><a target="_blank" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/42wallabyway/2680191263/in/set-72157606242325610/"><img class="aligncenter" style="border: 4px double black;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3012/2680191263_f2e716113a.jpg?v=0" alt="" width="375" height="500" /></a>Slim&#8217;s got one dark eye and one watch eye</p>
<p style="text-align: center; "> </p>
<p style="text-align: center; "><a target="_blank" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/42wallabyway/2681012282/in/set-72157606242325610/"><img class="aligncenter" style="border: 4px double black;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3035/2681012282_d9d6fe4a11.jpg?v=0" alt="" width="375" height="500" /></a>Horse hoof trimmings are considered<br />
a delicacy among discerning canines everywhere</p>
<p style="text-align: center; "> </p>
<p style="text-align: center; "><a target="_blank" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/42wallabyway/2681034700/in/set-72157606242325610/"><img class="aligncenter" style="border: 4px double black;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3289/2681034700_afc640e70a.jpg?v=0" alt="" width="500" height="375" /></a>Deer are nothing but 500 pound RATS.</p>
<p style="text-align: center; "> </p>
<p style="text-align: center; "><a target="_blank" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/42wallabyway/2681029270/in/set-72157606242325610/"><img class="aligncenter" style="border: 4px double black;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3280/2681029270_7befd03b53.jpg?v=0" alt="" width="500" height="375" /></a>And then Elli discovered the frogs in the swamp.<br />
She scared a batch of them and when they all jumped at once,<br />
she went nuts trying to catch them all and jumped withers-deep into the swamp.<br />
She smelled like mud plus pond scum plus horse poop with a side of roadkill.<br />
We had to hose her ass down before she could come in the house!</p>
<p style="text-align: center; "> </p>
<p style="text-align: center; "><a target="_blank" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/42wallabyway/2680219207/in/set-72157606242325610/"><img class="aligncenter" style="border: 4px double black;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3201/2680219207_5519f7a950.jpg?v=0" alt="" width="375" height="500" /></a>Da Beer. Kizzle trying to turn my dog into an alcoholic.<br />
Don&#8217;t worry, it was only a few drops in the bottom.</p>
<p style="text-align: center; "> </p>
<p style="text-align: center; "><a target="_blank" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/42wallabyway/2681036146/in/set-72157606242325610/"><img class="aligncenter" style="border: 4px double black;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3269/2681036146_9894bbc7e8.jpg?v=0" alt="" width="375" height="500" /></a>Sunset from Mom&#8217;s backyard</p>
<p style="text-align: center; "> </p>
<p style="text-align: center; "><a target="_blank" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/42wallabyway/2681037526/in/set-72157606242325610/"><img class="aligncenter" style="border: 4px double black;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3058/2681037526_a3c60a1caa.jpg?v=0" alt="" width="375" height="500" /></a>Bonfire was complete with beer, shootin&#8217; the shit,<br />
toasted marshmallows, and laughing so hard we almost peed.<br />
Actually, I believe a couple of the gents present actually <span style="font-style: italic;">did</span>.</p>
<p style="text-align: center; "> </p>
<p><a target="_blank" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/42wallabyway/2680207999/in/set-72157606242325610/"><img style="border: 4px double black;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2150/2680207999_1e092bac05.jpg?v=0" alt="" /></a><br />
What&#8217;d Smoky say?!</p>
<p>Click that picture up there and add a comment to tell me what you&#8217;d caption this photo!</p>
<p>Entries accepted until 07/25/2008 9pmCST&#8211; Winner will be announced 07/26/2008<br />
Prize will be something from the bottom of my purse, perhaps a half pack of Fruit Sensations gum! Meaningful dialogue regarding whether the pack is half-<span style="font-style: italic;">empty</span> or half-<span style="font-style: italic;">full</span> is optional. But technically moot, as facts of math will prove half has nothing to do with it, because it&#8217;s almost empty.</p>
<p><a target="_blank" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/42wallabyway/sets/72157606242325610/">The whole set is here.</a> There&#8217;s some really funny ones, including one where Smoky winked at me which was fairly disturbing. I added some amusing notes and descriptions to many of them (there&#8217;s an hour of my life I&#8217;ll never get back). Feel free to add a comment to any and let me know what you think of my mad picture takin&#8217; skillz. Flickr comments are almost as exciting to me as blog post comments. *nudge nudge elbow poke wink wink*</p>
<p>A refresher on buzzing like a bee through a set&#8230;<br />
<img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3111/2640101324_f86bf0086d_m.jpg" alt="" /><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3098/2639273153_c6fc2c9dd0_m.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p> </p>
<p>And a good time was had by all. The End. *curtain falls*</p>
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