Here I am setting up my new laptop. I am not happy for the need to have a new laptop but I am glad to have had the resources to replace the one Isaac drowned...even if it dips into the car fund. I figured since I will probably be feeling less than perky the next few days it would be nice to have a means to diddle around online and with some of the zillion pictures I have taken in the last couple of weeks. Yes, that look in my eye says, "Woe to the one who damages THIS laptop."
In anticipation of Monday's surgery a friend sent me a few quotes both serious and silly about dealing with stress. Among them was an exhortation that when life hands you lemons find a friend with vodka and have a party. I responded that if I were dyslexic I might read that as life giving me melons. I also joked that I did actually get melons and I hoped to keep them mostly intact. Since laughter is the best medicine here is an old melon-related story I posted on a long since defunct blog over 6 years ago.
I've very open with my kids and dinner time is often the scene of some rather interesting discussions. One night the then 8 year old Isaac announced over his mashed potatoes, "I call my little willy Freddy Jones." We all chuckled and asked why. He said it just seemed a good name for it. Ok, Freddy Jones it is.
Then Diana, who was 12 at the time, informed us that she referred to her blossoming booblets as George and Herman. I remarked that it was intriguing she chose male names and then she asked, "Well, Mom, what do you call yours?" I simply said, "The twins." She said, "Oh no Mom, you gotta call THEM Pride and Joy!" Guffaws and grins and nods of agreement all around the table.
At this point 10 year old Calypso piped up, "What about me? What about me? Mine need names too!" Isaac regarded her form and deadpanned......
"Hope and Faith."