What a week.

My icon has died, and with him, so has my childhood.  Sometimes I feel a little silly, because I am so incredibly sad about the loss of Michael Jackson.  I didn't know him, but I have spent 20 years being influenced by his music and his message.  I guess that's reason enough to mourn.  Cody and I made t-shirts to remember him by.

I truly love living downtown.  It's so easy to find a good adventure, and one only has to walk about a block to do it.

I have just about the easiest job in the world, but taking 40 6 and 7 year olds to any public place is just asking for trouble.  Whoever decided that age group would enjoy three hours at a Redhawks game in 90 degree heat where they couldn't play on the playground and could only go to the concession stand once is clearly delusional.  The pool is a more kid-friendly environment, but the minute we get in the water, I have 10 kids all clinging to me saying, "Take me to the deep end!"  They don't understand why all 10 of us can't go at the same time without drowning.

Ah, sweet summertime...

Children

Sometimes my job makes me really excited to be a mom.  Other times it makes me want to rip out my uterus and stomp on it.

The people living in the apartment above me sometimes have squeaky bed sex.  Part of me wants to slip a note under their door telling them, because maybe they aren't aware.