Embarrassing Moments #53 and #54

The Scene of #53:

Driving through a residential neighborhood I came to a 4-way stop sign. While waiting for someone in front of me to finish putting on her lipstick and finally pull across the intersection, I noticed two young males looking in my direction. They were working in someone's yard and even went as far as to stop raking the leaves. In the old days I may have felt honored by this, I may have even sat up a little higher, given a little smile, sped off in my little 2-door car, but not this day.
Because when one of them started to snicker at me, and the other just stood in pure disbelief, I realized I had crossed the line. I was listening to my favorite Nelly CD, loudly. An artist, I was well aware of, that had no business being played loudly in a dirty station wagon, filled with a 30- year-old in sweats, and two children in the back seat fighting over the correct placement of the Dora window stickers.

The Scene of #54:

This one needs little explanation.
Me.
My daughter that has no trouble vocalizing any thought or opinion about anything.
A pair of jeans that got washed on warm.
And then did some time in the dryer.
And a belt loop that lost it's hold while I attempted to pull the jeans up.

How Tasteless

It was a nice morning at Metro Gymnastics.
It was a day for parents, grandparents, and Camille's buttcrack.
Charlie got to show off all her new talents, and Camille is not one to be shown up by anyone.

You've Got to be Kidding Me

Today is one of those days that makes me feel sad. Sad because when Nathan went into work today at Panera Bread, they told him he could no longer work there. They told him someone had alerted them to his situation, and due to the nature of the crime, he was being terminated. He was told, just like Target, that as soon as this was dismissed from his record he was welcome to come back. He is a dependable and hard worker, a true assest to the company. Yeah, yeah, heard this speech before, see ya later.
And such is the delima that so many people face on a daily basis. You do a crime, you better be willing, and able, to pay for that crime over, and over, and over, and over. I used to be of the old school of thought that says you do the crime you do the time. And while I still believe in punishing those who have offended, I am having a hard time with just how long people should continue to be punished. At what point do you let the courts hand out the punishment, and leave the public out of it. Nathan has spent almost two months in jail, has appeared at every court hearing, his mother has remortgaged her house, gone into almost unmanagable debt, and he see's, and pay's, a counselor every week. He has lost 4 jobs because of this, and his attorney and car insurace still wait for their monthly payments. I can only imagine how hard it must be for a person that has to supprt a home and family. It is no wonder so many people go back into crime. Lucky for Nathan this will come off his record and he will be able to find employment as an adult.
This is such a hard situation for me, I see all sides of it and wish, just wish, I could go back to not knowing or thinking about anything. Ignorance really is bliss.

FFF at Sorghum Mill Christmas Tree Farm

It was so cold our faces are actually frozen in this picture. Our faces froze somewhere in Lot 2 when Nathan told us some joke about a rabbi, a priest, and a one legged whore. I don't know how funny the joke was, but the joke was on me when I had to walk around the tree farm like this.










They were both mid-sentence when I took this picture. Nathan, under his breath, telling her to hold still and quit talking, and Annaliese telling him about her hairy balls on her new boots.
I have been trying to convince her they should be called fuzzy tassels, but no such luck.











Poor Jack, nothing screams out I'M A MAN, quite like riding on your daddy's back and wearing a hat with a puppy and fluffy stuff on the top.













...Or having hat head and cookie crumbs on your face while mommy clicks away on her camera.

Sad News

It with great sadness that I have to report that Chuck and Tim are leaving Louisianna today without Laken. His (unemployed, already has three children (two of said children don't live with her), hasn't seen her baby daddy in 7 months, takin' Chuck and Tim's money for the last few months) birth mother, has decided that she can in fact provide a better home for the baby. Ty-Qwen, AKA Laken, will now start a life without the two men who have loved him, thought about him, and prepared to care for him.
All of this has happened without an explanation, or a conversation. Only unanswered phone calls, text messages, and visits. Their attorney will begin looking for another baby ASAP, but they are so sad and feel like their baby has been taken from them. Much love and thoughts are sent out to you both.