Good News For Eli

Eli was moved out of the I.C.U. today.

You can click on his adorable picture on my sidebar to read all the updates.

Dear Blog Spammers,

I am breaking up with you.

Actually, I never agreed to be with you, so I think you're pretty presumptuous- hanging around here saying all your random stuff.

Believe me, I have never offered you a product for $5.  Any product.  Because I don't pimp products.  I don't even have ads!

Also, let me just be frank here.  I'm straight.  So, it goes to follow that I would not be interested in an Asian/Latina/Russian mail order bride.  But believe me, if I ever decided to switch teams, the Internet is the first place I would look.  I would probably even end up on your site. 

I don't need to rent a skip hauler form the U.K.

I will never buy a mattress from the Internet.  I'm a "lay and try" kind of girl.

So, please, leave me alone.

It's not like I haven't tried gentle dissuasion.  I have word verification.  For most blog gals that is enough.  But, I understand that you find me irresistible.

Do me a favor, though, and just read in silence.

Because, honestly, I can't stand to see your broken English blather on my blog.

Go. Away.     Now!

For The Record

I don't know what my sisters were thinking.  One of them should have married a Buford or something.  But, no.  They both married a Dave/David.

One of them goes by Dave, the other by David.  We can keep them straight- but the outside world seems to have a little trouble with that.

Trish, of goggle fame, married Dave.  Dave is the one who pulled the little Christmas visit stunt.

Angie married David, who doesn't blog -but should, and who also left me my first comment ever (On this post), and who faithfully reads my blog and tells me how funny this or that was.

OK, Everybody all straight now?  Good.

We Are Family!

This is my sister, Trish.

She blogs.

You may recognise this picture.

Apparently, her son, Ben, takes after her.

I've looked at these pictures repeatedly, and I just noticed this.

Don't Shoot!

I was driving along today (on my way home from the accountant's office) when I tuned in to the small ramblings in my backseat.

The short boy was playing with his newly-found-at-Grandma's-house Happy Meal toy that shoots some sort of penguins:

"Don't shoot me!  I'm too cute to be shooted!"

Why, yes, Short Guy, you are.

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Other than that folks, I'm drawing a total blank and I need your help.  What do you want me to blog about?

Eli

Eli lives in Hungary. Other than that he could be your son, or mine.

Eli is very sick. He has an ear infection that has spread to the sinuses and the bones in his face. He also has a thrombosis in the area to complicate things.

His parents are VERY worried, and his mom even cut short a trip home to the US so she could be at home in Hungary with him.

Please pray for Eli and rally around his family like I have seen you do.

The Apple Doesn't Fall Far From The Tree

MOST of the time I steer clear of airing my political/social views.  Not that you all don't know that I am uber-right wing, just that I usually reserve this space for the cute stuff my kids do.

Well, once in a while my childerns' cuteness and politics come together.

Remember, that you never want to wander into my 11 year old's mind unattended.  This is his latest.

Anchor babies.  Babies- usually Mexican- that are born to illegal imigrants in the US.  Anchor babies are US citizens, and the parents are not deported because the child cannot be deported.

"Mom, you know Anchor Babies?"

"Yeah...."

"I have a plan.  You wanna hear it?"

"OK."

"Since anchor babies are US citizens, they should still deport the parents.  The citizen child can be taken with them without losing thier citizenship, and they could come back at any time that the parents could make arrangements for them to stay with a friend or relative.  Or the child could be surrendered to the foster care system.  When the child turns 18 they are free to live in the US alone and if they are in Mexico, they are welcome to come back to live.

"Don't you think that would cut way back on anchor babies?"

"I think that may just do the job, son."

Folks, if an 11 year old can figure out a solution to the problem of Anchor Babies, why can't government?