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First of all on this chilly Tuesday, I'd like to report that my kids are watching a Looney Tunes retrospective thing that one of them recorded on the DVR, and giggling like crazy. Yosemite Sam transcends the ages, you know? And in "Knighty Knight Bugs," when he says with a moue of disgust, "Dragons is so stupid!" I laugh every time. I probably always will. Ethan said, "I like how Bugs Bunny always gets the best of everyone."

Me, too, kid. Bugs is hilarious. All I can think is how much fun my dad would have if he were here. I spent many a Saturday morning snuggled up on the sofa watching these same cartoons with him thirty years ago.

THIRTY years ago.

Gag.

I think I might have just thrown up in my mouth a little bit.

However, that segues nicely into the topic I set out to tackle this morning.

AGE.

( Video clip and advice for the youth of today... )

I'm blessed to have a great dad. He's a sweetheart. He's even tempered, has a dark sense of humor laced with a sarcasm that is only rivaled by my own, is a great conversationalist, and if I had to choose someone to go 'rat killing' (read: running errands) with, it will always be him. He doesn't get in a hurry with anything, always has some good advice, ("Don't sweat the small stuff, Care,") and always knows exactly when just to shut the hell up, and let his daughter make her own mistakes.

Plus, how cute was he as a kid?

He reminds me of Aaron.

( ...to my Daddy! )

Happy father's day, Daddy. I love you bunches and bunches!

My friends, I have had a GREAT couple of days.

My dad (who is one of the greatest friends I have) is in town and we've run around and cooked and hung out with the boys. We've gone shopping (Slowly, sedately - Daddy doesn't so ANYTHING quickly) we've had coffee and talked about everything and nothing, we've had sword fights with the boys (there's an epic battle going on as I type this: Nolan and the boys have turned all the lights off in the house and they're having a Nerf sword and lightsaber war. In the dark) and baked, decorated gingerbread houses and wrapped presents. Nolan's even climbed down from Mt. Crumpit where he usually camps out every Christmas and taken over getting gifts for the kids and his relatives - it's like Bizzaro World over here. I'm not loathing Christmas and everyone associated with it, and not stressed out at all. I'm even ENJOYING MYSELF.

Go figure.

In even better news, my sister and her husband got their first foster child placed with them today. God bless them; it isn't a sure thing that they'll get to keep the three week old that they're foster parenting, but their state is one who fosters to adopt, I think. (It'd break my heart, but Em says God's been preparing them for such an occasion.) They need prayer, though, from those of you so inclined. The baby has to stay in the hospital for five more weeks until he goes through drug withdrawals, and then they'll be able to take him home. I call him "him' and 'the baby' because as of this morning when they got the call that they had a foster child he didn't have a name. :( I'm sure he'll have one soon, though.

Wow. I'm so glad there are people like Em and her husband that have a heart for babies in tough situations. It warms my heart.

Christmas love to the f-list!

P.S. I didn't send Christmas cards this year. But that doesn't mean I don't love all of you. Because I do. And I certainly appreciate those of you that sent one to me. *big smooches*

*insert maniacal laughter here*

Amarillo is a windy, windy place. Chicago? You got NOTHING on us. Seriously. The tumbleweeds are taking over.

Perhaps you remember my arch nemesis Frank?  *pokes icon*  If you don't remember, or are new to my special breed of prejudice against birds, you can read about my relationship with the creepy-ass stone owl here, here, here or here.

But I digress. So hubs is down in the big D this evening, staying with Mom, who loves him enough to give him a bed and leftovers, thankfully. I have not had a stellar day, but I really needed a win this afternoon. I had a great theatre class, but just before I left for that, I was on the phone with Nolan, and I happened to look out the window into the backyard.

( It's so sad.... hehehehehehe )

*more evil laughter*

Clearly, I need help.

Also, Google themes are love.

And I just got off the phone with Daddy, and he's great.  Prayers answered!  Woo hoo!