Mike was trying to move a computer around and banged into a heavy wooden stool at our kitchen bar.

Out of nowhere Charlie and I hear a loud bang, while at the same time my husband yelps loudly in pain.  I said, “What happened?!?”  Charlie said, “You okay Dad?”

Mike says through gritted teeth, “Yes, owwwww, the…. fffff…. stupid stool just fell over and hit my shin.”

Charlie said, “Don’t say that Dad! Don’t say stupid!”

Mike breathes deep and says, “Sorry. It’s just, it hurt a lot.”

I was thinking, “Buck up little camper, it’s just a bump.”  And then I was thinking, “I wonder if the stool broke… that would be two stools broken by my husband.. the man has a problem with stools.”

Charlie ran in the room to watch as Mike grimaced and groaned over his injury.

Finally Charlie, having depleted his sympathy thimble, said, “It’s okay Dad. Stop making that sound.”

Mike said, “It hurts! Oooooooh….”

Charlie said, “Stop it Dad!”

Mike said, “My leg hurts really bad Charlie.”

Charlie said, “Come on Dad, you’re still alive.”

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Sorry I’ve been MIA.  Working on a few new projects – I’m excited to talk to you about them; but I have to get everything to a launch point before I do.  I think you’ll all be very excited!   Thanks for your emails of concern (and that one telling me to get off my ass).  LOL

Our family Christmas movie from 2003!

My oldest son Calvin, now just shy of 15, got a video camera for Christmas when he was just shy of 10.  At the time he was really into Goosebumps; so naturally, the first movie he wanted to make was a horror movie.  Well, lucky for him Santa also brought a ventriloquist’s dummy that same year.  Oh yeah, it was on like Donkey Kong.

It is hard to say I have a favorite part, because the entire movie is hilarious (my family has some serious acting skills…); but, one of the best parts is when my sister is lying on the couch complaining that no one ever believes her (after she tells them she saw the dummy looking at her).  Then she looks at the dog and says, “What is it Cricket?”  And Cricket, being the professional she is, barks on cue!  LOL  It’s so damned funny (at least to me)!

Video two is bloopers.  Just stuff that didn’t make it into the final film.

Happy Halloween (early)… and Merry Christmas (early)!   A little fun after a long, hard week:

Well, at long last Petra, proud winner (read more HERE) of Kim Stagliano’s Ugli-Suit (read more HERE, and HERE), has posted her contribution to The Sisterhood of The Traveling Ugli-Suit (read more HERE, HERE, and HERE!  It’s funny.  I’m not kidding about the depends thing… LOL  I’m still laughing!

Enjoy:

CLICK HERE TO LAUGH YOUR BUTT OFF

Comment number 12…. Petra!!  Email your address to me and I’ll ship the suit right out!   Congratulations!

For everyone who did not win, you can catch your next chance on Petra’s site, OurTravelsInBioMedLand.blogspot.com!  Good luck!  I can’t wait to see what happens next… and after that… and after that!

So, remember when I told you all how I had won Kim Stagliano’s Ugly-Suit (aka birth control) (HERE)?  Well, I received the suit from Michelle O’Neil over at Full-Soul-Ahead a few days ago.  If at all possible, the suit is more shiteous than in the photographs; although, to be honest, my daughter and I both agree the suit could have been cute if only they had stopped with one or two colors, or stuck with either stripes, flowers, or decorative shapes… just not all of them, along with every color of the rainbow… plus gold.  Oy.  I guess what we’re saying is the suit could have been cute if it had been a completely different suit. (more…)

As of this day I will now refer to my son as being seven years old. He is no longer six, please do not refer to him as such.  He will officially turn seven on Oct. 23rd, so it’s not really a big deal, now is it?

The reason for this verbal increase in age will be made apparent to you when you see the drawing Charlie made for me this morning. If I told you my six year old son made this, it would not be good. So remember, my son is seven… that’s real close to ten…. which is half way to being twenty, an age when something like this might be appropriate. (more…)

Until now.  Not sure if any of you follow the Sisterhood of the Traveling Ugly Stag-Suit.  If not, you can see its history HERE, HERE, HERE and HERE.  If so… guess who just found out she’s the BIG WINNER of the suit?  That’s right, yours truly!  Thanks for picking me Michelle (What did I ever do to you? Geez.)

So I’ve never won anything in my entire life.  Nothing.  And now, as if God is playing some cruel joke on me, I win this… not a car, not the lotto, not a house, not a years worth of something useful… this:

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Well, we made it home.  The trip back was a long one, but was almost bearable considering we were headed back to our own beds (and toilets).  If someone asked me what I dislike most about traveling (by car), I would have to say public restrooms.  Dear God and everything that is Holy, those things are NASTY!  We used to do the trick of stopping someplace like Cracker Barrel, under the assumption that because they are a very busy restaurant-type place the bathrooms would be cleaned on a regular basis. (more…)

The following article was reprinted on CharlieInWonderland.com with permission from AutismSalutes.com:

Monday, July 21, 2008
The Air Force and GWOT; An Egregious Failure of Leadership

Friday, July 15, 2008 was like any other morning. I got up, turned on my pc, fixed my coffee, and sat down to check out what was happening in the world. My typical morning of checking my email and catching up on the news while rubbing the sleep out of my eyes was quickly transformed. I checked my email to find an article sent to me by a fellow Air Force spouse on the east coast. As I read the article, I found myself instantly wide awake and shaking from head to toe with complete disbelief and outrage! It really takes the extreme to anger me to the point that I am shaking from head to toe. This was not just any article. (more…)