Tristan

Gramma: Tristan, do you know what you want to be when you grow up?

Tristan: I don't know...maybe like a Ninja Pirate or Mad Scientist or something...
Gramma: What in the world is a Ninja Pirate?
Tristan: Um, you know, like a dude that practices ninjutsu across the seven seas.

This guy.

Grody dude at store: Wooow. You have gorgeous feet. I have a thing for perfect toes. And Asian women.

Me: Then you should become a Podiatrist and move to Asia.
Grody dude at store: Hah. Actually, I teach 2nd grade.
Me: Greeeeeaaaaaat.

Guess I should have gotten the name of the school who hired this douche.

I've been thinking about how funny it is that I don't let anyone but family watch my kids. However, I let a complete stranger teach and discipline them for 6 hours, 5 days a week. Does this make any sense?

You just never know, you know? People are weird. And maybe the only reason this bothers me so much is because I know how weird I am myself. Or, maybe it's because of people like grody foot douche...

Honestly, Honesty.

I was positive I knew who I was. I was sure that I made peace with myself; 29 was a great year of self discovery.

For some reason, now, I don't know what?

The only things I know for sure are...

I am married to amazement himself.

My kids are beyond incredible.

My dad is the definition of charity and ambition.

Music, Food & Books are my refuge (currently working to eliminate food).

There is a hole in my heart (figuratively speaking).

Maybe I'm just a lost soul searching for meaning in a senseless world. Maybe I'm a crazy woman in the middle of something that I just don't understand.

save me from them

I am not a partier. I cannot hold my liquor to save my life and, as a matter of fact, I'm convinced that I'm allergic to the schtuff.

Seriously, for the love of wenis... Night clubs are my Nightmare!!!

I would much rather be surrounded by good people and good conversation. Coffee and talk. Wine and wit. Am I the only one? Dude, I need new friends. Pronto.