Monday, January 09, 2006

boogers and virgins

Note to self: Would you blog please. Just once, for crying out loud.

My son is growing up, literally, before my very eyes. And if you know me, you know (or maybe you don't) that one of my biggest pet peeves is when people incorrectly use the word, "literally." Like, "I was literally freezing." Or, "I literally weigh, like, a thousand pounds." ridiculous. But that's another blog for another time. Two days ago he started sleeping in a "big boy bed." No, Eric, this is not a reference to how you looked in high school. He (my son) loves it. And for the first time, yesterday, he peed in the potty. Big step. It'd be great to only have one baby in diapers at a time. Speaking of, new baby Miles has about 4 weeks left to brew, then hello world. Jessie is tired, and beautiful, and nervous, and excited. All is well.



Even super heroes need a little nose pick every once in a while.

Do yourself a favor and go to www.pandora.com. Right now you could be in charge. Great online music player that lets you design your own radio stations. Easy registration. Free, if you can put up with a few ads. Go. I'm a believer.

The Virgin Mother is at it again. This time in Miami on a Backboard. The need for people to believe is strong. Dangerous even. God doesn't need a backboard. It's all net. Have you ever played around the world with God? He can literally shoot it around the world. Literally.