Yeah, I like it too

The other day, Claire and Hannah (the little girl I babysit), were playing with a toy cell phone. They would take turns "calling" friends and family members. After their conversations, Claire would ask Hannah,"What do you think insert name of friend is doing right now?" After doing this for a little while, Claire asked Hannah for a favor. She asked her if Hannah happened to see a wishing star that night, would she make a wish for Claire. (Just in case Claire didn't see one) She asked Hannah to wish that she could always know what everyone was doing.

I'm pretty sure I never made any wishes like that when I was a kid, or was smart enough to have a back up plan in case I didn't see a star.

It's that time of year again. May 3rd will be our 11th wedding anniversary. It'll probablly be our last chance to go out before the baby is here. I really want to go to this. We saw them many years ago, and it was awesome. (we are both big fans of their comdey show that used to be on tv)

I'm going to sart looking under the cushions for some spare change. The kids have probablly beat me to it, though.


Kids in the Hall Quotes:

Dave: Hi, I'm just writing a letter to someone in the hospital. You know it's always kinda hard to find the right words to say. You know, somehow "How's the weather in the hospital? Sure is nice outside" just doesn't work. But you gotta try, you know, you gotta show your concern. So here's what I got so far: "Dear Guy, I clotheslined as you went by on your bicycle. You don't know me, but I'm the guy who broke your collarbone. Now, I've asked myself over and over, why did I clothesline that guy? Perhaps I watched too much slapstick as a kid and expected you to get up after being violently assaulted. Imagine my confusion when you did not. Although not so confused that I'd actually hang around. In all fairness, it was pretty funny. I mean, the last thing you'd expect as you were riding merrily by on your bike is that someone you didn't know at all would stick out his arm and crush your throat. I mean, you really should've seen it, it was just like, wham! Bam!
[chuckles]
Dave: Anyway... in closing, as you lay there convalescing in your hospital bed, I'm forced to wonder, what were you doing riding your bike on the sidewalk anyway?... SideWALK? Maybe sometimes we bring heartache upon ourselves. Signed, the guy that collapsed your trachea."

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Guy #1: I know it's a clichÈ, but my favorite album of all time is still "Sgt. Pepper's."
Guy #2: "Sgt. Pepper's"? What's that?
Guy #1: Only the Beatles' most famous album!
Guy #2: I'm sorry, the Beatles? Who are they?
Guy #1: The best group of the sixties!
Guy #2: Oh, the sixties. I didn't hear much music in the sixties.
Guy #1: What are you talking about?
Guy #2: Well, dad always was a little crazy. After the car accident he started medication and things got worse. One night he woke me up and knocked me out. He brought me down to the basement where I lived for the next ten years. I heard no music, I had no friends. They shoved food under the door so I had to eat pancakes and pizza. It was awful, but I survived.
Guy #1: Gee, I'm sorry. I, uh, didn't know.
Guy #2: Of course I've heard of the Beatles!..
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Dave Foley: I once shot a man just to watch him die, then I got distracted and missed it. Oh my friends tried to describe it to me, but it just isn't the same.

About a week and a half a go, I had an ultrasound. It was not fun. My appointment was for 9:30 at the hospital. They asked me to get there at 9 to do paper work. We were in the waiting room until 11:30. It was a really horrible wait. They had crappy magazines, there was some old hippy couple sitting next to us. The guy was reading a starwars book, had long grey hair, and kept making stupid jokes out of the doctors names we heard over the intercom. I'm pretty sure he is no stranger to the marijuana.

After finally getting called in, we find out the lady doing the ultrasound had just transfered and it was her first day working there. The equipment was older, and she hadn't used that kind of machine for quite some time. She took FOREVER. She said she needed to take 2 pictures of every body part. Then she had problems getting a profile of the baby. Then OF COURSE the baby had crossed it's legs. She said she was "pretty sure" it was a girl. By the time we left it was getting close to 1 pm. That's almost 4 hours. And all we got was a "pretty sure".

Now we need to come up with a girl name. Any ideas? It may be a good idea to come up with a name that could fit a girl or boy. I'm not sure how reliable "pretty sure" is.


I forgot to mention that the baby is healthy, no extra digits or anything.