Word of the Day: odious Patrick is playing the heck out of the keys that my mother gave him. He's in his little blue Led Zeppelin shirt and blue pants [his first time wearing pants!!!!!] laying on the bed in the corner making happy noises at the keys and trying to crawl. Aw, my little man! I just saw a commercial about some jackass saying he has the cure to diabetes, a natural cure, in his new book. He was railing on the researchers and pharmaceutical companies for not finding actual cures for things because they just want people to buy their medicines, but what are you doing, idiot, when you say the cure to diabetes is in your book we have to buy? If you promised your dying mother to find a cure for her illness, why aren't you giving the damned information away? Because you're lying. And lying is not nice. I sent off pictures of Patrick to my parents today. Finally. We got these pictures in, what, the end of July, I think, or the very beginning of August. I don't even remember. It should be there Monday, a day after Grandparents Day, but whatever. I made Patrick sign the card in marker. Actually, JD helped him sign his name, I helped him write on the outside of the card. I bought an extra-cute card for my mother to give her on Monday myself. It's a Snoopy card that says, on the outside, 'Just listen to that cooing and giggling and squealing!' and on the inside, 'That's how all new grandparents sound! Happy first Grandparents Day'. I want to make my mom feel special on her first Grandparents Day, unlike how I felt on my first Mothers Day. I'm watching the Disney Atlantis: The Lost Empire, and it reminds me a lot of Stargate and Stargate Atlantis. Oddly enough. A line - 'All right, who's not dead? Sound off.' A Disney movie? Since when? Oh yeah, the other day I slept for three hours, woke up, ate a box of macaroni and cheese, and felt muuuuuuch more better. And Cyndi called me that afternoon and told me they actually fired Teresa and I was in the office definately. So I went on Friday and did invoicing. Cyndi wants my [Teresa's former] desk because she likes it better than hers, but I'll still get a frackin nice computer with Encore, since I'm still making reservations. JD and I went to Wal-Mart last night to buy things Teresa took with her--a stapler, file things, a little pen organizer thing, a paper clip holder because I don't like the one she has, etc. So now it's just the three of us, Cyndi, Yadida, and I. So things should go well. I've been being really mean to JD lately and I kind of don't know why. I guess it's me getting back at him for not doing what I want him to do, even if I don't tell him what you want. You know, when you want someone to do something without having been told, like doing the laundry or giving a child a much-needed bath. Or snuggling with a wife. That sort of stuff. PS. Have I mentioned that Patrick's holding his bottle? Very very well, indeed. He takes it away from me. My little angel.