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"Hollywood!"

7 Years, No Itches

Tried to find time to write yesterday, but it just didn't happen.  Yesterday marked the 7th "birthday" of the unification that started this chaos.  Seven years ago a boy stood next to a girl in front of 250 witnesses and dedicated their lives to each other.  Seven years ago these two naive young people imagined the family that would follow them.  They fantasized about the adventure that lay before them and they tried to dream the biggest dreams theirs blissful minds could allow.  Seven years ago those kids couldn't comprehend the enormity, the majesty, the wonder that would come.  Seven years ago they couldn't fathom the pain they would share.  The strength they would build between them.  That the love which they could barely contain on that beautiful June night would blossom, would grow, would press outward from their very souls and bloom into a household of scampering bare feet, of mutilated Barbie dolls and princess music drifting on the afternoon air as the sun set over their very own hill.  Seven years ago my imagination wasn't capable of this fantasy.  Seven years ago I already thought I had it all.  Seven years later I'm still waiting to wake up.  To realize that no single man deserves all this and I'd simply been enjoying the most beautiful of mid summer dreams.  Seven years later I'm still trying to earn the love that was given to me.  Still trying woo that girl who said yes.  Still trying to fulfill the promises I made with that ring.  Seven years later and I'm too busy, my hands to full to worry about scratching.  Seven years later, my heart is still so full that I fear it may burst from my chest at any moment.  Still pounding as hard as it did in that little boys body as he stood at an alter, palms sweaty, knees weak, eyes moist and smile so big that it seemingly wrapped around his face and touched corner to corner at the back of his neck.  Seven years later. ...and I'm ready for seventy seven more.

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"Just another day at Grandpa's...
No wonder they don't want to leave!"

Lonely Boy

Since they were born, my life has revolved around them.  I've not been absent more then a few days at most.  But after driving them out to Tucson to see Grandpa on Friday, I had to board a plane back home Sunday night, while they staid another week.  I don't begrudge the stay.  My father-in-law is a really good man, and living 9 hours away means the girls don't see him nearly enough to get to know that fact for themselves.  They'll always be playing catch up in that relationship, despite the dent a trip like this will make.  With that understanding firmly in place. ... god damn is it quiet.  Like, eerily so.  I didn't mention, they took the dogs as well (my father-in-laws house is a dog mecca) so it's just me and the cats.  And let's face it: cats do not equal good company.  It's almost horrifying to realize how empty my world is with out them in it. ... I mean I've got nothing.  I've long since abandoned most of my "non-family" conducive friendships.  And those that I haven't. ...well, they have their own friends and families to keep them busy.  I have my job. ... but after 10 hours of that already, it's hardly enough to fill up the other half of my day.  I have projects to keep me busy during the waining twilight, but once that sun goes down. ... just silence.  I've taken to keeping the hallway light on (the one we keep dimmed so the girls can see their way into our room at 2am) because when I wake up in the middle of the night it makes me feel like they're still there. .... but they're not.  I could go to a bar (eh).  I could go to the driving range some more (what's the point).  I could watch TV (temporary distraction).  Or I could just write a whiny blog about how much I miss my girls.  Yeah. ... that sounds worth my time.

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"On the road to Arizona... And NOT morning people"

Tea Time with Daddy

I just erased a whole explanation of this moment, why; what it meant; how it will be recalled.  But I don't think it needs any depth beyond what it is.  Mom away for the weekend, so Daddy set up a little tea time while they were napping.  Will go down as one of my fondest memories.  Definitely top 1500.

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"It's a hard knock life"

CSI: Hundred Acre Woods

You always hear on the news at night how everyone missed those early warning signs.  The child was clearly off, clearly dark, clearly possessed the mind of killer.  Naturally, then, my heart stopped and my mind dropped when Arianna gleefully handed me this coloring project yesterday:

 

Yes, you're seeing this right.  All of the water droplets coming of Piglett and Pooh are a crimson, blood red.

 

I hesitated a moment, collecting my thoughts and taking note that all the knives were still placed firmly in their holder on the kitchen counter.  Was there something devious behind the sweet little smile?  Did she have any idea what this image now shows?

"Honey," I asked delicately, not wishing to get on her bad side.  "Why did you chose to color these red?"

With out hesitation she offered, "Because the water will be yellow and when red mixes with yellow it makes orange. ... I like orange."

 

Oh thank god.  She didn't mention blood at all.  No talk of "owies" or hurting Pooh.  No sharp, stringed instrument overture blaring in my life sound track. Not wanting to draw any notice to where my mind went I told her that it was amazing and I was so proud of her remembering how colors mix.  I patted her on the head and she skipped of to finish her work.

 

Then she stopped, turned and said 'But Tigger's gonna die tonight!"

 

Kidding. ... I'm kidding.  But if I ever end up the victim of a homicide and you're watching the news report of my death. ... know that I saw the early warning signs.  I knew this day would come.  It all started with the double murders in the Hundred Acre Woods.

Catch Phrases

I guess it's a sign of greatness; having your own catch phrase.  You know you've made it when you can break the 4th wall, look at the audience with a grin and say "whatchtalkin' 'bout?" and have a comical melody play a few bars while the canned laughter rolls.  So I can't really fault Arianna for deciding she's now going to have her own catch phrase.  But I gotta say, with out the laugh track or the house band to back it. ... it's getting a little old.  "Whoopsie".  That's what she's latched on to.  And she tilts her head, places her pointer finger on her chin and shrugs her shoulders up - very reminiscent to the Coppertone Sun Tan Lotion kid

Come to think of it. ... she looks almost EXACTLY like that kid.  Only she has a shirt on.  And Charming has yet to bite anyone's butts. ... yet.

But it's getting so over used in the week since she latched on to this. 

"Arianna, eat the rest of your dinner."
"Whoopsie!"

"Arianna, pick up your cloths and put them in the hamper"
"Whoopsie!"

"Arianna, get in the car already!"
"Whoopsie!"

She's even gotten to the point of unsolicited usage.  "Hey Daddy, wanna see what I can do?  Whoopsie!"

I love her to death.  And it's very cute that she understands the concept of comedy (she's doing it for the laugh after all) and it's not nearly as bad as the "Oh Pan Gangam Style" she latched on to over Memorial Weekend, thanks to my niece.  But if I hear "whoopsie" one more time. ....