Well, I think this explains it all...
Plus... it's hard. It's been hard to pare my list of albums down from over 525 (I know, it's pathetic) to 100. So, having the analytical mind that I have, I've made it into a process. I won't bore you with the details, but I can assure you the start of the list is forthcoming... today... or tomorrow... or Saturday...
But it is coming...
Since e v e r y o n e, and I do mean everyone, who has a blog is doing their TOP 100 albums, I thought I would do the same.
Why?
Why the hell not.
So get ready blogosphere… for Kemp’s Top 100 Albums…
Not today though…
Tomorrow…
You’re on the edge of your seat, aren’t ya? Oozing with anticipation and sweat.
Then again, maybe not.
Whatever your feelings are towards it, stay tuned...
Honey Mustard threw me a surprise birthday party Saturday night… a sweet gesture as I have never had a surprise party thrown for me before.
Family, friends, pizza, alcohol and presents... good times.
The party was complete with pictures of me from the past.
I will NOT (and I can not stress that enough - will NOT) be posting any of the aforementioned pictures here.
Having said that, and unbeknownst to me at the time, my wife gave Scott some of the pictures with the understanding that he was to post them on his blog.
Rest assured if that happens… in the words of Owen Lars; “There’ll be hell to pay.”
You say it's your birthday
It's my birthday too--yeah
They say it's your birthday
We're gonna have a good time
I'm glad it's your birthday
Happy birthday to you.
Yes we're going to a party party
Yes we're going to a party party
Yes we're going to a party party.
I would like you to dance--Birthday
Take a cha-cha-cha-chance-Birthday
I would like you to dance--Birthday
Dance
You say it's your birthday
Well it's my birthday too--yeah
You say it's your birthday
We're gonna have a good time
I'm glad it's your birthday
Happy birthday to you.
The fourth of July has come and gone.
The next holiday is my birthday. Granted, it’s not a nationally recognized day – YET – but it is approaching nonetheless.
So you all know, I have tried many, many times to rewrite the Disney posts I lost, but have been unsuccessful as of yet.
Why you ask?
Because I can’t remember all the little things that happened; and let’s be honest, the funniest stuff from vacations always comes from the ‘little things’.
Anyhow, I’ve decided to forgo those posts in hopes that if I stop trying to write about them, I’ll have an epiphany and remember everything…
At least that’s what I’m telling myself.
Anyhow, I felt I had to inform all of you about the news we received this past weekend.
A cousin of mine is mayor of a “smallish” town here in Illinois (near the St. Louis area) and every July they have a festival and parade to honor the town’s founding and name a grand marshal, or two, to be the parade’s un-official spokesperson.
Who are the grand marshals going to be this year?
The Peanut Butter and The Jelly.
That’s right… MY PB & J are going to be the grand marshals of a parade. Ok, I know that it’s not the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade or the Tournament of Roses parade, but it’s still a parade that draws hundreds of people every year.
And they’re keeping up a family tradition; when I was 7 my brother and I rode in a float (with Fredbird) in St. Louis’ St. Patrick’s Day parade.
Now it’s The PB and The J’s turn.
Truth to be told; I’m giddy (no wait, men don’t get giddy… let’s say that I’m ecstatic) about them being in a parade where they’ll be able to throw candy (unless they eat it all themselves) and be the center of attention, which, being four, they "don't" enjoy at all (sarcasm alert)
They have two choices of how to be transported in the parade; they can either ride in my Dad’s C6 corvette, or my cousin will have someone construct them a float to ride on (personally, my vote is for one of his "mayoral minions" to build a float, but that must be the socialist in me)
The event is less than 2 weeks away, and I will have pictures posted.
Stay tuned…
DAMN is this impressive.
When I saw it the first time I couldn’t believe it and knew I had to share it with all my blogmigos.
It’s from Sir David Attenborough (Sir Richard’s brother) and his Life In The Undergrowth series, so you know it’s legit.
Fair warning though, it may make your skin crawl.
It’s a giant (over 13 inches long) Venezuelan centipede catching and eating... a bat.
Click HERE to see the video via boingboing.
In it’s heyday, Frasier was one of the best shows on television; funny as hell, intelligent, chocked-full of physical comedy and never above making fun of itself. It was also one of my favorite shows until it jumped the shark a few years ago, only to right itself in the show's last 2 seasons.
Now comes this news: Moose, the lovable Jack Russell terrier who played Eddie on the show… has died.
He was 16 ½ (115 years old in dog years) and died of old age.
Goodbye little doggie…
Don’t you just love it when you have three long posts about you family’s trip to Disney World saved to a jump drive… and the jump drive decides overnight that it’s going to corrupt itself and you lose everything???
I do. I really, really do.
(Can’t you just feel the sarcasm dripping out of that statement?)
That’s what happened to me this past week. I had day’s four, five and six from our Disney Trip done.
I finished them all on Tuesday while HoMu was having surgery done – nothing “major”, she was having her deviated septum fixed – and yesterday I went to check them and post one...
Gone.
All of them... gone.
Everything on my jumpdrive... gone.
Every. Damn. Thing.
Gone.
Work files, home files, blog posts, everything... gone.
Luckily I had backups for the work and home files.
Not so much for the blog posts... they are forever lost to the cosmos...
So... I’m pretty pissed right now.
And bummed.
And puzzled.
Do I try to rewrite them? Do I say fu** it and not rewrite them? Or do I take the middle ground and do one post that encompasses the remaining days?
What do you guys think? Inquiring minds want to know.
For those of you looking for Part 3 of the Disney World Saga… don’t be disappointed, it’s coming soon – lot of stuff to cover… and remember…
And I’ve also been suffering from some severe writer’s block (or blogstipation – thanks Becky) as I cannot put into words what I want to say about the vacation… or anything else for that matter…
So let me post this short and simple post right now:
Taking a cue from Sarah, let me wish a Happy Father’s Day to all the Fathers out there who have blogs that I read on a consistent (some might say obsessive) basis: Scott, Crouton Boy, Childs Play x2, Mr. Big Dubya, MetroDad, Chocolate Makes it Better, Cynical Dad, Middle Aged Dad and The Whited News – HAPPY FATHER’S DAY!
Now, let me give a hearty Happy Father’s Day to my Dad, my Uncle Nishan (who was more like a grandfather to me than an uncle) my Grandpa Warren, and my Abuelo Florentino. I love you all – HAPPY FATHER’S DAY!!
Day Two - A LONG, LONG, LONG Post
Our first full day in Florida and our first day of park tickets started early. Fortunately, day one was relatively calm and peaceful with only one true tantrum.
At 6:30 the phone rings with our wake-up call. Remembering the staggeringly annoying wake-up calls at Disney World when I was there in 1997, I made my wife answer it… (I’m sorry, I just cant handle anyone or anything being that fuc**** happy that early in the morning, especially without any coffee in my system)
She’s up and walks over to the food court to get herself some soda and me some coffee (isn’t she sweet?) and I hit the shower while letting the younglings sleep a ‘little’ longer.
We are at Magic Kingdom at 8:50, in time to see the “calling” of Mickey so he and his ‘posse’ can officially call for the opening of the Magic Kingdom. And right on cue, the train arrives at the station and Mickey and his friends get out, sing their little ditty, and huzzah; the gates part and we enter the ‘Happiest Place on Earth’.
And with that, The PB and The J’s first trip to Disney World was “officially” under way.
The PB and The J are not really accustomed to sitting in lines… let alone relatively long lines. So the Day One Meltdown (herein called DOM) starts… for both of them... while we wait in the line to ride Dumbo.
They don’t want to wait, they want to get on the ride NOW, not later. They want to know why the people in front of us aren't sharing. They want to ride Dumbo, and they want to ride it now...
After about 10 minutes they calmed down and realized that they weren’t the only ones waiting and that no one else in line was crying. So they stopped.
Then finally, it was our turn, The PB with HoMu and The J with me.
They loved it. They laughed, they giggled, they applauded…
(Aside: Is it me, or is the length of rides getting shorter and shorter??)
We rode Dumbo, we rode the Carousel, we rode The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh (which was Mr. Toad's Wild Ride back in 1997. Apparently the braintrust at Disney finally realized that the kids of today had no clue who the hell Mr. Toad was...), Snow White's Scary Adventures (which, quite frankly, scared the bejeebus out of The PB), Mad Tea Party (The J's favorite ride while we were there) and The Barnstormer at Goofy's Wiseacre Farm (the PB's FAVORITE ride while we were there)
Now it's time for me to make a confession; I like rollercoasters, I like flying, I like doing fun-stuff, but I, Kemp, have a confession to make:
I don't like the Teacups at Mad Tea Party.
It's not that I don't like the ride per se, it's just that for some unknown, unearthly reason, that ride makes me queasy and nauseous. The four of us went on it once, and I had to prevent HoMu from making the cup go faster because I was starting to feel sick.
What's wrong with me? Am I a chicken? Am I a wuss? I don't know. There, that's my confession.
After riding a surfeit of rides, it was time for our first (of MANY) character meals. This was Winnie the Pooh and Friends at The Crystal Palace.
One word can sum it up: 'Wow!'
The restaurant is gorgeous, the food was great, and the characters came to each and every table and then, at one point during the festvities, they did the 'Tigger Dance' and had all the kids form a conga line and dance throughout the place. The PB & The J did, and I almost had to restrin HoMu from joining in (WTP is her all-time favorite Disney character. So much so that when we first started dating in college, that was her nickname for me, 'Pooh'... why the hell did I just tell all of you that??? Son of a bit--)
Anyway... after eating WAY too much and getting autograph and pictures galore, we headed to Adventure Land and rode, among others, The Magic Carpets of Aladdin (which is the same thing as Dumbo but with 'carpets' that can hold four instead of baby elephants that can hold two). This was also where the kids bought their first souvenier; a water bottle that 'spritzes' water through a kid-friendly fan. Find a need and fill it has always been my motto...
About 4:00, seeing that the girls were getting cranky, we decided to head back to the resort for a quick break (and a change, it was 93 degrees and we were all hot and sweaty) before our next character meal at 6:30.
We get back to Magic Kingdom and hopped on the Monorail (every time we got on, I had to sing the 'Monorail' song from The Simpsons, to the extent that The PB and The J also started singing it) to get to Chef Mickey's for our dinner with Mickey and the gang. Again, a very nice place. Good food, a LOT of characters (Mickey, Donald, Minnie, Goofy, Chip and Dale) and a relaxed atmosphere. They also did a dance with Goofy that required everyone to take their napkins and twirl them above their head (and apparantly ignoring the fact that some of the napkins probably have bits of food on them that will be flung in every direction)
Back to Magic Kingdom and watched Country Bear Jamboree (I think this attraction's time has come. The songs are more than a tad strange 'Blood on the Ground'?) and the "SpectroMagic" Parade followed by the nightly fireworks.
Then back to the room to sleep for another day of fun...
Tomorrow, Day Three at MGM. And this is where the fun REALLY starts...
There are so many stories to pass on about our trip to Disney (The Evil Empire) that I’ve decided to split them out by days, kind of like the TV show '24', but rather than Hour one or Hour Two, it will be Day One, Day Two.
Why? It’s called filler material my friends, and it’s needed when one is tired and too pooped to post.
And be warned, we took three hours of video and over 500 pictures (that’s what happens when you buy a brand-spankin’ new compact digital camcorder and an ultra-large digital camera SPD card right before leaving on vacation), so when we get them all uploaded and sorted, I'll be sure to post some.
For those of you that need lists and schedules and agendas (like my wife), here you go...
Day One: Traveling to Orlando and the “Happiest Place on Earth”… unless you’re a toddler who doesn’t get the toy that they wanted… then it sucks ass.
Day Two: Magic Kingdom and it’s never-ending parades (Homer Simpson: "Oh, look! It's the 12-noon robot parade. Hurry up or we'll have to wait for the 12:05 parade.")
Day Three: MGM ('Star Wars' weekend, baby!) and Magic Kingdom
Day Four: Epcot & Magic Kingdom (are you sensing a theme here?)
Day Five: Animal Kingdom and Magic Kingdom (hmmmmm... wonder what it is?)
Day Six: Traveling home to Chicago and its broad shoulders
This entry, the travel. Rather than drive the 450 hours to Florida, we decided to fly... with toddlers... uh, oh...
Honey Mustard and I had heard and read all the horror stories about airports and long lines, so we were a little nervous about the whole flying experience. Truth be told, given that this would be the first air-travel experience for The Peanut Butter and The Jelly, we were more than a little nervous, we were very nervous. Also consider that the last time my wife or I flew was in 2001, before 9/11, so this was, for all intents and purposes, a new experience for us as well.
Since we got the tickets online for Southwest airlines, we were able to do a quick check-in. We gave our bags to the agent and proceeded to security, fully prepared to wait in a long, tedious and winding line.
When we got to the security checkpoint, there was no line… none...
Uh-oh, should we be nervous??
Yes and no. We took off our shoes, placed our bags and keys in the plates and HoMu went through followed by PB and J.
Then it was my turn... 
[Beep!]
Son of a...
Try again...
[Beep!]
Damn it!
The TSA worker working the line asked me to go over to a little area that was off to the side. I went in and sat down. Next thing I know, a big guy enters while putting rubber gloves on…
Eep.
It was at this point that I strongly considered surrendering and telling HoMu that she and The PB and The J were going to Disney World by themselves.
They had me take my socks off, take my belt off, checked me with the wand, patted me down and realized it was my friggin’ watch...
My friggin’ $10 watch that I bought solely for vacation with the reasoning of not wanting to wear an expensive (or even my nice, in-expensive) watch while traipsing around the parks and getting dirty and wet and being run into by people who have no idea what the concept of a line is… but that’s a post in its own.
We got through security and, since we had given ourselves WAY too much time, decided to get the girls something from McDonalds.
If you have never flown on Southwest airlines, the best way to describe the boarding process would be to say ‘cattle call followed by cattle stampede” as they do not have assigned seating.
We didn’t have to worry about that…since we were traveling with kids under 4, we qualified for “Pre-Boarding”, which meant we got to board the plane before the throngs did.
Score!
Now the tense part, how would the girls react to an airplane; the taxiing and taking off and any turbulence that may be encountered?
Turns out that The PB & The J can handle air-travel better than Honey Mustard can.
We had quite a bit of turbulence on the way down, bad enough that the stewardesses (yes, you saw that right; I called ‘em stewardesses) had to sit down and my wife was a little (read: VERY) nervous.
We landed, bypassed baggage claim (part of the Disney package – they claim our baggage and take it to the resort, we never see it until we get to our room and it’s already there, sweeeeeeet) and found our bus for the 45-minute trip to our resort.
The girls and the wife slept while I listened to some soothing Billy Holiday on my iPod and relaxed, bracing myself for what lie ahead...
Next: Day Two - The Magic Kingdom: home of Cinderella (the Jelly’s favorite) and Snow White (the PB’s favorite)... will the wife and I survive?
We are back from Disney World...
We are tanned...
We are relaxed...
And we are damn glad to be home...
(Aside: if I see one more Disney character, it’s entirely possible that I may pick them up and throw them off the top of the Dumbo Ride, but i digress)
All kidding aside, the four of us had a great time and got back into town last night about 7:30.
Now comes the stories...
We have lots of stories to tell but unfortunately, since I foolishly did not take today off (What the hell was I thinking, I will have to do write-ups tonight after the twins go to bed and the wife is at class (she didn’t take today off either)
So stay tuned… they are guaranteed* to make you laugh and say; “Awwwwwwwww.”
*Not an actual guarantee.
Leaving for the airport... forgot to post this yesterday... here ya go...
I was tagged by Croutonboy… actually, the state of Illinois was tagged by him, so at least I’m not alone.
If you were stranded on a desert island and could only bring three of the following items, what would they be?
MOVIES
Tough… very, very tough. I love movies, and it's so hard to rate them against each other. I almost went for a couple or somewhat obvious choices, like To Kill a Mockingbird, Stripes or Caddyshack.
Ignoring the fact that there probably isn’t a place to plug in a DVD player on a deserted island, I have made my choices…
The West Wing Season 1 – I can watch each episode over and over and over again and never tire of them.
Star Wars – All six of them… that’s right, you heard me (sorry Sarah). All of them… even ‘Phantom Menace’ and, sigh… Jar-Jar…
The Great Escape – I thought about a comedy (though on it’s worst day during Season 1, West Wing was funnier than half of the “comedies” on any of the networks) like Real Genius or Noises Off… but, ultimately… this won out. All-star cast, slight hints of comedy… and XX. How can you not like this movie?
MUSIC
I suppose it would be cheating to say my iPod, so I’ve combed through the recesses of my mind and picked the three albums I would have to have on the island.
“1” by The Beatles. It’s the Beatles… ‘nuff said.
“Yankee Hotel Foxtrot” by Wilco. Brilliant album, pure music genius.
“The Very Best of Frank Sinatra” by Frank Sinatra. How can you go wrong with Sinatra???
PEOPLE
I thought that C-boy’s selection of Mark Twain was a good one, but, not wanting to copy him, I decided to come up with someone similar… yet different.
James Dean? Henry David Thoreau? William Shakespeare? Nah… I had to be true to form and pick three eclectic individuals who could all bring something unique and varied to the table.
Aristotle. A philosopher (who created the theory of rhetoric) who loved to argue and me, who loves to argue, on a deserted beach… what could possibly go wrong?
Dudley Moore. Think about it, he could do improvisation with the best of them (Moore and Cook anyone?), could play virtuoso-type piano, was funny as hell, and was “Arthur”… how could one go wrong?
I thought about the last one a long time. The wife can’t be there, so I thought about Penelope Cruz (though the fact that she has “been” with Tom Cruise makes her slightly less attractive), or Salma Hayek or Shakira. But I finally decided on Rachel Ray. She may not be the most attractive one of the bunch, but she is pretty-damn hot and she can whip up anything in 30-minutes, which could come in handy on a desert island. Guys (and gals for that matter), click on the link for her name… yowza…
BOOKS
This one was the hardest one for me, which is why it’s last in this cavalcade of whimsy.
I have a list of favorite books, and I’ve written about it on this blog a few dozen times, but trying to pick three of them only was a very daunting task.
I do know that one of the three will be one I have never read before but have been told by a surfeit of others to read. Why something new? Because it’s something new that I can look forward to while stuck on a deserted island. If I don’t like the new one, it’s ok as I still have two of my favorites to fall back on.
I considered The Complete Works of William Shakespeare, but there are two things wrong with that selection; the size of the book and the fact that I feel it’s a cop-out to offer up that as a selection. Besides, even though I love Shakespeare and understand the language and meanings, anyone can get a headache while reading him… which I would imagine would only be exacerbated by being stranded.
Spoon River Anthology by Edgar Lee Masters. It stands to reason this would be one of my choices. Think about it; it’s an anthology, so there are multiple stories being told by multiple people and you can read it slowly and methodically and not lose sight of the end result of the book.
Walden by Henry David Thoreau. Think about it… the underlying nuances of the book and the underlying nuances of the situation of being on a deserted island makes for a compelling parternership. Plus, as Cheeky said, it’s good to have a self-help book on the hand.
The new book I would choose, would be Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk. Why not?
That’s my list… so now I have to tag someone else. Hmmmm… let’s see, I’m gonna take the Croutonboy route and name a state… let’s see… Florida or Virginia???? Hmmmm…
I think this will have to wait until I’m back from vacation…
Well, I’ve been tagged by Croutonboy (actually, the entire state of Illinois has been tagged by him… this could take a while), but that’s going to have to wait.
First, I want to let my loyal readers (there has to be at least one out there… right? I asked, right?? Hello?? Is there anyone out there???) know that I will be away from a computer for the next few days as Honey Mustard, The Peanut Butter and The Jelly and I are going on vacation…
To Disney World…
You read that right… Disney World… the Evil Empire…
Five days of ‘The Mouse’…and princesses… and heat… and long, long lines… and ridiculously high prices… and…
And the scary thing is… I am excited…
What’s wrong with me?
I’ve been to Disney twice before. Once when I was a child with my parents and my brother, then in 1997 with my wife and ALL THE IN-LAWS. That’s right… ALL OF THEM… All thirteen of us… driving… from Illinois to Florida. And this was a mere six months after our wedding…
I would tell you more about that trip, but I seem to be repressing a lot of it.
Having said and experienced that, I am still looking forward to this trip. I realize it’s the first time The PB and The J will have ever been on a plane, the first time HoMu and I have been on a plane since 9/11 (mainly because in November of that year we discovered that “we” were pregnant), the first time we’ve ever done a true vacation with only the four of us…
Regardless of all of that… I am still excited.
Is there something wrong with me? Or is it because I am going with my children and I will be able to see the park anew through their eyes?
So, this will be the final post from me for a while (except for C-boy’s meme, which I will post later today)
I’ll see you all when I get back...
My computer at work got attacked by a virus Thursday night. When I came in Friday, all it would do would reboot in a continuous loop. That meant no access to work email, no access to my files, no internet access... nothing.
You would think that by Tuesday morning the IT department would have the problem fixed...
Wrong-o!
I still have no computer at work...
What's a person to do?
I can't believe what is in front of me
The water's rising up to my knees
And I can't figure out
How the hell I wound up here
Everything seemed okay when I started out the other day
Then the rain came pouring down
And now I'm drowning in my fears
And as I watch the setting sun
I wonder if I'm the only one
[Chorus]
Cause everyobody tries to put some love on the line
And everybody feels a broken heart sometimes
And even when I'm scared I have to try to fly
Sometimes I fall
But ive seen it done before I got to step outside these walls
I've got no master plan to help me out
Or make me stand up for
All the things I really want
You had me to afraid to ask
And as I look ahead of me
Cry and pray for sanity
[chorus]
These walls can't be my haven
These walls can't keep me safe here
Now I guess I got to let them down
Cause everybody tries to put some love on the line
And everybody feels a broken heart sometimes, yeah
Even when I'm scared I have to try to fly
Sometimes I fall
But I've seen it done before
I got to break out...
I got to break out...
I got to step outside these walls
Love outside these walls
I feel my heart breaking
But its a brand new day
I'm going down
I'm stepping out
I'm stepping outside
These walls
I've seen it done before.. i'm walking on, i'll walk it off, oh i'm moving on)
Thanks to e - v - e - r - y - o - n - e (wow, that worked out well) who wished The PB & The J Happy 4th birthday on Monday. They had a very good day and did not want it to end. Also, thanks to everyone who heaped congratulations onto HoMu and I for doing such a damn-fine job in raising them… so far…
MetroDad asked what we did with The PB & The J for their birthday, so I though I would push Random Thoughts to tomorrow and regale you with stories of their birthday celebrations. (It wasn’t one day of partying mind you, it was a few days… rather… it’s their birthday week…)
Sunday was their party… it was “small” this year with 25 people (and that’s just immediate family – though their psuedo-quasi-Uncle Scott was invited too, but, due to circumstances beyond his control, he was not able to make it… which made filming the party hard since he has “volunteered” to be the vide-ographer since their first birthday party… but I digress)
Rather than having it at our home, again, and not be able to enjoy it, we decided we would have it somewhere else.
Following the Twins Club’s bowling outing a few months ago (which I thankfully had to work through as the ratio of kids to adults was 24:8), the girls have had a fascination with bowling, and when we asked where they wanted their party at, they both, without hesitation, said a bowling alley
(I know what you’re all thinking... and no, we’re not hicks, the girls just like bowling)
This was easier than asking what type of party they wanted. One would say The Wiggles (year two party), one would say Princess (year three party), and The PB often said Star Wars (which made me proud) and on one occasion, they both said they wanted a “West Wing” party (Peanut Butter for President in 2045… watch for it)
So they finally picked what kind of party they wanted (Chicken Little) and the place they wanted it (bowling alley)... so the planning commenced.
We had the alley to ourselves, we ate lunch we had catered in, played a game of bowling, cut their cakes and opened their plethora (or if you prefer surfeit) of gifts.
A fun time was had by all...
We thanked everyone and, rather than give treat bags filled with candy, I burned a CD of all their favorite songs from my iPod (they have their own playlist on there), created an insert with their picture and a label with a "personal" message from them and we gave those out to everyone who attended.
On Monday, their actual birthday, HoMu and I took the day off. First, HoMU took them to see a friend of her family’s who shares the girl’s birthday and was turning 99 (99 and planning a trip to Jamaica to see her granddaughter get married… I can only hope that when I’m 99, I can still get on a plane. – Incidentally, my brother asked if she was going to Jamaica to ‘get her groove back’… ewwww)
The PB & The J then went to get their 4-year pictures taken.
I then met up with them and we went out for lunch to McDonald’s (birthday girls choice)
We then ran some errands (had to buy blank DVD’s for my new toy – a brand-spanking new digital camcorder), and went to see “Over the Hedge.” (My one-word review of Over the Hedge: “Meh”)
After that it was dinner at their favorite pizza place, Monical’s, and then home where they opened up their gifts from us (we always hold a couple of presents from us back so they have something to open on their actual birthday)
Then, as quickly as it came... the day was over and it was bedtime.
But their birthday celebrations weren’t done yet...
Yesterday they had a party at my mother-in-law’s daycare (where they go 3 days a week - free daycare; whoo-hoo!!) and the girls cutely and politely asked me to take their bounce house over so they could play with all their little friends (the bounce house was a gift to them from my parents last year… and still stands as their favorite summer “toy”… though the new bikes we got them this year may surpass that soon…)
If you ask them, they will tell you they had a “super cool.”
We don’t spoil our kids… do we??
How can I hope to reach your love
Help me to discover
What it is you’re thinking of
’cos when we kiss, nothing feels the same
I could spend eternity
Inside your loving flame
What am I to do
If I don’t have you
I’ll be feeling blue
Just sitting here without you
You could be the one
To chase my blues away, away
So tell me how, how to reach your love
Help me to discover
What it is you’re thinking of
’cos when we kiss, nothing feels the same
I could spend eternity
Inside your loving flame
What am I to do
If I don’t have you
I’ll be feeling blue
Just sitting here without you
You could be the one
To chase my blues away, away
’cos when we kiss, nothing feels the same
I could spend eternity
Inside your loving flame
So tell me how, how to reach your love
Help me to discover
What it is you’re thinking of
How can I hope to reach your love
Here forever in your loving flame
