tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45592950921733220262011-11-27T15:24:41.834-08:00The picture is courtesy of my son. <br> He used the block of ice to put the fire out on a frozen winter night.The Invisible Mohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03107206868621716874noreply@blogger.comBlogger101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559295092173322026.post-7985597112691817532008-09-18T13:38:00.000-07:002008-09-18T15:50:47.744-07:00

You can clearly see by this picture that Jeren was a worry-wort from the very beginning. The picture is of him worrying over the headlines when he is around seven months old. Anyone who knows Jeren, knows that he can find a point of worry in almost any situation. Case in point:Mom and I pick him up from work every day. If neither of us is available I let him know when I drop him off in the

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(Note: This post was written before I went to work yesterday so I'm time-stamping it for then. I couldn't post it because as I was writing it, my computer lost its connection and I couldn't get it back.) So, I was telling people at work about the drive-thru coffee experience. Since most of my co-workers in the cage are women, they were all pretty much in agreement with me. It's degrading, in poor

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So, today I called my mom to see if she wanted to run with me on another one of my never-ending Craigslist pursuits. I was going to pick up a cat-tree out in Graham. Yay! The lady was kind enough to hold it for me since she posted the ad just a little while before I went to work yesterday. Mom was happy to go with me and we decided to get coffee along the way. I knew there would be plenty of

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For my final voices entry I present another dialogue from one of my boys.Jeren is not known for his mad cleaning skills. In fact, he is known for the opposite: Mad laziness skills! He reminds me of Pigpen from Charlie Brown, with a cloud of dust following him everywhere. I don't say that in any mean way at all. It's just a fact of life.Today I got my new washer and dryer. The first dryer was

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I think voices is a really hard theme. Of course, due to time constraints, I have been unable to find time to read how anyone else handled this theme, but I am really looking forward to June and a new topic.On the plus side: I have managed to keep up with the blogging, even while whining and complaining about the theme. Yes, I know the theme is just a suggestion, but I enjoy trying my best to

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David and Jeren in younger days. So, yeah! Boys are weird, as all we girls already know. Just how weird are they?Today my sister called to ask if my boys (19 and 24 years old) could help her move a hutch she had just bought up the street. It was a simple request as the hutch was sitting in the truck in the driveway and only had to be moved from the truck to the garage. I decided to make an

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Just a little edit because I forgot to put in the part that these are as translated from a phone call.At my job we often have to write descriptions on customers. We phone the descriptions from one location to the other. If you've ever played that phone game where you have to pass a word or phrase from one person to the other, then you will understand these.Here are some entertaining versions of

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10-6-1983Sean and I when he was 2 years 3 months:Me: "You ought to go to Hollywood!"Sean: "No, Hollywood!" (shaking his head no)Me: "You don't want to be an actor?"Sean: "NO!"Me: "Well, then what do you want to be when you grow up?"Sean: "Me!"11/9/83Today Sean said "dammit" i.e., "dammit, Keri, I want water!"I called him in to talk about it and said that he shouldn't use that kind of language.

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Some tidbits from my journal of 1989, during Jeren's first year.1. 2/7/1989David is 5 and Jeren is 3 months:David says, "Oh, Jeren, you are my favorite joke!" or alternately, "Oh, Jeren, you are such a funny joke to me!"This is because he absolutely laughs himself silly over Jeren's expressions.2. 3/6/1989David is still 5.Today while I was tending to Jeren, David got his 'baby' and put him to

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Yes, I'm getting old. The fun in that is trying to live with a brain that malfunctions on a daily basis. Here are some funny little games my brain and I play together.1. I can't find my purse. I'm looking everywhere. My son comes to help me so I won't be late to work. As I turn around he says, "Mom, would that be the purse on your shoulder?" haha. I had it right there on me.2. I am working on my

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