Crap Happy

There are a handful of phrases that will make me giggle hysterically. One of them is "cherry chocolate shit" and another is from MST3K but I can't remember it right now. Anyway, the point is, shit is funny. Sometimes. Sometimes it's not. Sometimes it stinks to high heaven, and when you open the diaper your eyes water and flowers wilt and the baby flips over and crawls away before you can fully remove the diaper and then not only does it stink, but it's everywhere. Then it's not very funny.

Fortunately, I've never had that happen. But last night in my dreams I was single handedly responsible for a terrible catering disaster. So I bit the smiles off of gold fish and that made me feel better.

A few stunning photos for y'all!

Miles and Momma

Happy Babies!

I love you too, Bob!

"Dude, Miles, I think he's dead."

"Good! Let's eat!"

Daddy and Miles

My Coming Out Anouncement

For some of you this won't come as a surprise. To those that knew me when I was a teenager, this may come totally out of left field. I hope I won't lose too many friends, but I have to be true to who I am. It's time I came out of the closet.

Everyone, I am a Trekkie. I have abandoned the ways of the Fox--I mean Force, and embraced Paramount--I mean Star Trek. I'm trading in my lightsaber for a phazer set to kick ass. (Did I spell phazer right?) And I'm changing the twins' names to Kirk and Spock. Oh, and I'm changing my own name to Princess Sha-nai-nai, but that has nothing to do with Star Trek, I've just tipped over the edge.

I heard once that there were Trekkies and Trekkers and the difference was even though they'd both wear Spock ears, the Trekkies will believe they are Spock, where the Trekkers know thy never could be Spock. I have a lose enough grip on reality that I think it's safe to say I'm a Trekkie.