Papa’s Birthday

Today is my Papa’s birthday, which makes it a fantastic day all around. Today is the day I get to celebrate with everyone else the fact that God put this man on earth, and that he made him my Papa. For that, I will be forever grateful. God, I owe ya one.

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Huh?

I retrieved a popsicle from the breakroom freezer (we have them here as treats for some training we’re doing…it’s not like I’m looking to offer spa-psicles now) and as I was slurping away on it I noticed the package says, “Quiescently Frozen Confection.” Huh?

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Chip. On my shoulder. Not chocolate.

I could give you a blow-by-blow recap of our weekend, but that just doesn’t seem very intriguing. Don’t get me wrong…the weekend was perfectly fine. It was just nothing that would stimulate overwhelming intellectual thinking or be all that entertaining, really.

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Homecoming

I saw a story on the news this morning about a sailor coming home from war to his family. He’s been overseas for I don’t know how long, and he just got back. They didn’t tell his six-year-old son that he was coming, and Dad showed up in Junior’s class unannounced.

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M = Master Presenter

So on Tuesday M gave his presentation at the trade show he’s attending in Vegas. Presentation went well, as it always does, because M is great at building shows and then phenomenal at presenting, but he was rather disappointed because they had to move him into a different judging category because not enough companies registered in his category. He thought that since he was competing in the “wrong” category that he didn’t stand a chance to win anything.

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Flashback

Beano was apparently going through some old e-mails this morning, because she sent me one that I had e-mailed her March 2, 2005. Even though that’s only two years ago, it feels almost like it was a different life.

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Sticks and stones

I unloaded my rocks from the trunk last night while Zozo “helped.” First she decided to take a walk in the general direction headed away from me (of course). I let her get to the end of the sidewalk where she was turning to head down the driveway before calling her back. She turned and gave me a look that said, “You’re going to have to entice me to return.” I picked up a stick off the ground and held it out. Turns out, that wasn’t the brightest idea.

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