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Jul 24, 2009 at 2:23 PM
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I've been told I need to journal more. I don't have much time or brain power to do it as much as I would like. I get ideas for journals. I think them through, but they never travel further than the thought process. They then fade into the abyss of my vacuum mind, never to materialize again.

My kids have been cracking me up today with the things they've been saying.

My older brother is 40 and divorced. He's having a first date with someone I set him up with . She's a friend of a neighbor and I really like her. As I was dialing my phone to call him to tell him good luck on his date, I said to my kids, "Be quiet so I can call Uncle Brian real quick." My son asked why I was calling my brother. He said, "They aren't going to be kissing, are they?" in a mortified voice. My older daughter and I cracked up laughing. My brother got a huge kick out of it when I told him.

On the way home from our errands, there was a woman standing on the 6 inch shoulder of a very busy, dangerous road near our house. She was facing the street sign, talking to it. As I sped by, I commented, "Oh my, that poor woman is talking to that sign." My daughter said, "What did the sign say?" She meant what did the street sign actually say on it, but the way my brain interpreted it, I thought she meant was the sign talking back to this lady? Maybe it was a "you had to be there" moment.

On our errands today, I went to Super Walmart. There was a young man outside, asking for donations for a rehab facility that partners with Teen Challenge. I usually just breeze by these people, but something made me stop today. He was a handsome guy, probably about 21 years old. He had a thick New York accent. It turns out he was from the Bronx. He didn't mention his christianity at first, but when I told him that I worked at a church, his face lit up like a lightbulb. He was so excited to talk about how Jesus changed his life. He was a recovering addict and said that when everyone else left him, Jesus didn't. I was so blessed to have such a short conversation with him! I'd have stood there all day if I didn't have a 5 year old hemorrhoid on my ass, wanting to leave.

Yes, I call my son a hemorrhoid because he is a pain in the ass and he's constantly up my ass. I love my boy, but good gravy!

Oh! I saw a hysterical bumper sticker in the Walmart parking lot. It said, "HELP! Someone farted and we can't get out!" My husband does that all the time. He'll hold his gas in while we're in front of other people, but when we get in the car, he lets them rip. You know, when I was a girl, I dreamed of someday marrying a man who would share his butt gas with me.

Wow, this journaling thing is pretty easy now that I'm sitting here letting my fingers do the thinking. Alas, I must depart and get the house cleaned. We're having guests tomorrow and we shant have dust.

Shant...that doesn't look right. Shan't? It's a contraction, but I don't know that I've ever seen it with an apostrophe. I'm too lazy to open a new tab and look it up myself. Besides, I gotta get started on the cleaning.

A journal complete! It had no moral, no focus or any type of goal. It was just random stuff from my cluttered mind.

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