Tuesdays with Kayla

Tuesday afternoon, I'm at work.

Ring.Ring.

"Hello?" Silence. "Who's this?"

"Hi"

"Hi Kayla, how are you?"

"Was Mommy the first one you gave the ring to? Her diamond ring."

"Yes, sweetie, Mommy was the first one, she's the only one I wanted."

"She was? Was she the most beautiful you had ever seen?"

"Yes, and she still is the most beautiful, isn't she?"

"Yes, she is. And she liked the ring? She wanted to have it?"

"Yes, she did like it."

"That's why she said Yes to marry you? She wanted the ring?"

"I guess so, sweetheart, why don't you ask Mommy about that."

Real Dads

Vicki just got tagged by Angella for a post called "Real Moms". I decided to do my own similar thing to represent the men.


Real Dads get their kids to do their work for them while convincing them it's a privelage.


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I Want To Go To Disneyland

I swear, by May, everyone I have ever known or will ever know will have gone to Disneyland!

What the heck, people, since when is a trip to Disneyland not such a big thing!? According to my childhood it was the biggest, most expensive, once-in-a-lifetime thing that you could only dream of, and now everyone and there dog is jetting off for another cup of tea with Mickey!

Not.Fair.

And trust me, I am the king of the "Life's not fair, no one said it would be, suck it up" attitude. I always figure, if you don't like something, don't complain, change it. But Disneyland is my exception, my Mulligan.

I want to go to Disneyland, and it's not fair that everyone else gets to go!!

I'm going to go pout.

Southern California

I want to move there. I am so sick of the weather around here. We had rain on the weekend as though God himself decided to remind us of just what He could do.
So, I think to myself, we're young, we're smart(well, Vicki's smart). We have the world at our feet, so why are we living somewhere we don't want to be, somewhere with weather like this? Let's pack up our shit and move to Southern California! Sure we wouldn't know a single person there, but the sunny weather would surely make up for that.

As in turns out, you're not really allowed to just 'move to Southern California'. You need a working visa (mine works fine, it's just maxed out(hee hee)) and oh yeah, a job. And apparently it's not the cheapest place on earth to live either. Plus, the entire vision in my head of our life there is a complete fantasy since I only know what I've learned about it from the movies.

So, I guess we'll stay put for now, it's sunny today anyway.