This is SO wrong
Does this have "extremely unconventional father/daughter relationship" written all over it?
If I had to choose, I'd just read to my kids...thoughts on a better than average existence.
Does this have "extremely unconventional father/daughter relationship" written all over it?
We had a date night this weekend. I've been wanting to see the new Indiana Jones, and that didn't sound reprehensible to Chee, so we had Auntie come over to watch Monkee, and headed out. Good action sequences for the most part with the major exception of the monkeys. Picture it - Amazonian rain forest, hordes of monkeys (picture "Dexter" from "night at the museum"), swinging from vines, aka Tarzan, then, miraculously our mini-hero begins to the do the same. You really have to see it to get the whole view... we thought it was the worst, cheesiest, most horrendous action sequence known to man (or beast). We looked at one another in utter disbelief - more like a Disney movie than a action movie. Really horrible. I was embarrassed for the movie - could barely watch. 'Course, I'm far from feeling sorry for the Lucas/Spielberg mix...i was just expecting SO much more.
Monkee and I were in the doctor's office today, preparing for her first visit with a new doctor by reading "Pooh Visits the Doctor." In typical Pooh fashion, he misheard Christopher Robin and thought instead of an Annual CHeckup, he was getting an Animal Checkout. To my mind, they seem about the same thing, really.
It has to be summer...on my way home yesterday, driving on Gillham, I saw a guy from the back, walking his dog, with long shorts and no shirt. No big deal, except he had this intense tribal tattoo all over his back. My first thought - pretty cool. My second - Yeowch!
It's only Wednesday, and it's been a stress-filled week. Work is fine, just busy, a good thing. My volunteer gig is draining, though. I love the group, but don't know how much longer I can juggle work, home life, baby-to-come, and volunteer duties. I feel like home is not getting my full attention, and that is so important since Monkee will have to start sharing me in a few months...not to mention my lack of time with Chee. I feel like I'm on the computer all the bloody time, dealing with volunteer stuff.
I'll be posting photos later...but suffice it to say, on Saturday evening we saw the most beautimus little red-haired Angel strutting her 4yr old dance skills, on a BIG, scary stage, in front of big kids, parents, grandparents and random drunk people. She was a rock star, and Monkee loved watching her, was completely jealous of the fancy dance costume and now wants to take another dance class.
First Woman to ride to the win at the Belmont Stakes.
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I'm not just talking about human critters, but other, more fuzzy kinds.
Critter 1 - Owl (This one is 30 yrs old!)