There's a lot about my Momma that I don't know. I hope one day she'll tell me her stories. I want to know about her. I think she's afraid she'll lose face, like she'll be somehow less authoritative or respectable if I know that she's human, more like me than she's willing to admit.
My Daddy? He's like me; he was ready tonight to spill some tales I've never heard before, but Momma stopped him with a look and mouthed words I couldn't read from my position next to her. He'll tell me anything; and while I know how much he loves me, I think he also really likes me, too. There's a difference. I know I sure really like him.
Jimi and I went over tonight and took Momma to dinner; Daddy was working then, but was home by the time we were back to their house. We hung out downstairs and talked and remembered and laughed, and it was full of that coming home feeling - that happy, I-belong-here, I'm-part-of-this feeling. That I recognize this is proof that I don't spend enough time with my parents.
This is Squirrel.
He's Finn's baby.
Here comes Kitten!
Q the Cat.)
And he will Kill the Squirrel!!
That's Kitten there on the right.
For some reason, I really love these pictures. They're so jacked up - the epitome of my life.
I'm watching Hustle and Flow on MTV2. Have you ever seen it? Whoop That Trick! - it's a motto in our house. Actually, the movie is almost painful to watch, and the lyrics aren't much better. But I love it.
There are 427 blog entries in my Google Reader right now. I'll never get through them all.
I didn't know about the Blogger's Day of Silence until I found my Notie Kari's post - and then I couldn't figure out how to participate so I just waited until after midnight to start blogging again. Actually, I was really busy at work and then we went out with Momma and hung out at their house and didn't get home till after midnight, but I swear I was somewhat actively participating sorta.
My brain is tired and I cannot word anymore. G'night and I love you.
No really. I mean it. I love you. If you read all of those dumb words, I love you. True story.