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You are The Cheshire Cat

A huge grin constantly plastered upon your face, you never cease to amuse. You are completely confusing and contradictory to most everyone.

See Bill? Toldya. I'm the Cheshire Cat.
*swishes tail and disappears with a shit-eating grin and a giggle*

MY BOY

My Boy, Vin, is back on the big screen starting tomorrow.
I CANNOT WAIT.

*swoon*

THUD

Babylon A.D.

I can't help it. The man makes me wet.

Snake Charmer

Michelle Obama has, in my mind, become quite a snake charmer over the past couple of weeks.
Has America forgotten her "For the first time in my adult life, I am proud of my country" speech?
Or her dive into racism with "as a black man, you know, Barack can get shot going to the gas station, you know."??


Apparently, we have forgotten, if you pay attention to the coverage given to her speech at the Democratic Convention last night, where she proudly proclaims "I love this country".

Yeah. Charming...

EAGLES FOOTBALL

This is how the first game of the season started today:


And this..

...is how the game ended.
Not how we had hoped. At all. *sigh*

That's one of our players, Jacob, being loaded onto Air Care, after a tackle around his neck. His head snapped back, helmet into his neck, leaving a lump over his vertebrae. We think he'll be ok- the coaches said he was talking and wiggling his feet and hands, but DAMN....

We're all praying for you and your family, Jacob.

****UPDATE****
I just got a call confirming Jacob's injuries: He has a concussion and a hairline fracture of a vertebrae. He is not being held at the hospital though, so he must be doing ok. This is good news, all things considered!

I fought a rock...

and the rock won! (ok, ok.. I know.. it's I fought the LAW and the LAW won, but read on)

I couldn't help but to think about that song last night when my son told me that the implement of destruction that caused the following injury was... a rock.

*Warning... not for the squeamish at heart.... *




*puke*
Well, you can't say I didn't warn you.

Thomas (yes, the same son who just blew away his SAT test) was playing in a creek bed last night and, as he put it, "rolled" a ginormous rock onto his fingers. He pulled his fingers out from underneath the rock, and ripped his fingernail right out of the nail bed. You can see the bump where the nail should be under his skin- it's about half of the nail. The nail is still attached to one side, but most of the nail is hideously on display on top of his skin.

It's about the grossest thing I've ever seen in person. When he first showed me, the nail was pulled up off of his skin by about a quarter inch. I could see all the way back underneath it. The entire nail- and I'm talking about the part that is supposed to be under your skin, waiting to grow out, was almost completely pulled out of its socket. My almost eleven-year-old son has now experienced ancient chinese torture techniques that you read about, and make you queasy just thinking about it.

We spent over four hours at the hospital last night trying to get his finger numb enough to tuck the nail back under the skin and stitch them together, but it just wasn't working. They gave him the maximum dosage of Lidacaine, but it apparently doesn't work very well with his body chemistry. They finally gave up, wrapped it, and sent us home with antibiotics and pain killers. It just wasn't worth the torture to continue to try to save what they could of the nail. They're not sure if it will every grow back, but they are sure the nail that is left hanging on by a thread will eventually fall off.

I know, I know... he's a boy, and things happen to boys.. but DAMN.

Proud Mama

My son, Thomas, struggles in school. He's got a brilliant mind, clouded by the difficulties ADHD brings. I know people claim ADHD doesn't exist, but I'm telling you- ADHD is no more a myth than the Holocaust. He has problems organizing thoughts, setting priorities, staying focused, interpreting written words, reading in general, and spelling. He got an F on his 4th quarter report card in Spelling- a first. He's never gotten an F on his report card. He didn't get in trouble- I know how hard he worked, and how hard spelling is for him. I didn't even mention it to him. At the beginning of the last school year, he told us that his goal for the year was to make the Honor Roll. In my heart, I knew that probably wouldn't happen, if nothing else, because of his spelling grades. I have never been so disappointed to be right. Spelling tests, and, well, tests in general, are not his friend.

But.. he totally KICKED ASS on his spring state proficiency exams!

HOLY SHIT.

There are four tests: Reading, Math, Social Studies and Science.
Each test is gauged against the state, district, and school averages, plus categories such as "limited knowledge" through "advanced". He scored "proficient" in Reading and Math, "accelerated" in Social Studies, and "advanced" in Science, plus he beat the state, district, and school averages in almost every category! The only average he didn't beat was the district's math average. HOLY SHIT.

He totally KICKED ASS. I am so proud of my son!

But I'm not quite dead yet!

Yes you are!
*BONK*

Ahhhhh. I love Monty Python movies! 'Monty Python and the Holy Grail' is by far my favorite, with lines like the above, and "It's only a flesh wound! Come back and fight like a MAN, you NINNY!", "I fart in your general direction", and "We are the knights who say NI!", which quickly changes to "We are now the Knights who say...”Ekki-Ekki-Ekki-Ekki-PTANG. Zoom-Boing. Z'nourrwringmm" and so on, and so on, and so on.

Is it no wonder then, when I read about this story this morning, the Holy Grail came to mind?

"Man presumed dead in Big Thompson flood is alive"

(Darrell) Johnson confirmed that he, his wife, Kathy, and their two young daughters took a vacation to Estes Park in July 1976 and booked a cabin at the Sleepy Hollow resort, which sat about five miles west of Drake next to the river.

He chose the resort based on advertising brochures and its affordable price, Johnson said. But the cabin they were given was too rustic and in need of repair for the family to enjoy.

The family decided to leave early and go to Denver to visit an amusement park and the popular Casa Bonita restaurant. They left the morning of July 31.

When the terrible storm and deadly flood struck that night, Johnson and his family were far from the canyon. The next day they drove home to Woodward, Okla.

The family heard about the flood but didn't make the connection between the devastation and how close they had come to being caught in it, Johnson said.

And so... as the saying goes... I'M NOT QUITE DEAD YET!