cause i’ve got one hand in my pocket

I heard Alanis Morissette on the way home and thought of you. You bought me the Jagged Little Pill CD the day it came out. You gave it to me that night I got stuck walking 2 miles to a gas station so I could call you to come pick me up after my piece of shit Ford broke down for the 80th time.

I think I’ll cry every time i hear bag pipes for the rest of time.

I have to close my eyes still if I’m watching a movie that involves a helicopter crash.

The last time I talked to you, you said I should give parenthood a try cause it was pretty cool. You would have liked the boys.

radio edit

Captain Energy was in his room on Sunday having a solo dance party. They have a little CD player/radio and they like to listen to The Rock. So i wandered upstairs for one thing or another and i can now hear the music better but every minute or so the music goes quiet…just for a second though. So i wander closer to the room and it goes silent again and i hear Captain Energy say ‘bad word’ then he turns it back up. Apparently my husband edits his unsuitable CDs for them in the car by turning down the sound as inappropriate words are said…kind of like his own dump button. Obviously radio stations are fairly kid friendly but apparently Captain Energy now believes all stereo listening requires self editing.

too many toes

Captain Energy is fascinated with my upkeep of my nails. Today he sat and watched while I took polish off my toenails…he thought that was pretty awesome. While he’s watching he counts my toes and we then have the following conversation:

Captain Energy: Why do you have 5 toes?

Me: Everyone has 5 toes.

Captain Energy: No they don’t.

Me: Yes they do.

Captain Energy: I don’t.

He takes his sock off and counts 5 toes

Captain Energy: Oh wait…maybe not on my other foot.

He proceeds to take his other sock off and again counts 5 toes

Captain Energy: Hmmm

just add water

Captain Energy has decided he wants my husband to wash him on bath nights instead of me. The husband is a little more laid back in all tasks and so often times both boys take advantage of the situation. Captain Energy requests the husband again last night so I wander into our bathroom to wash my face…they were in the bathroom on the other side of the wall. Apparently no more than 5 seconds after my husband enters the bathroom Captain Energy decides to stand up and then proceeds to lose his balance. He hits the wall so hard i think he’s coming through the wall and then based on my husband’s response displaces over half the water in the tub onto the floor, wall and ceiling. After he confirms Captain Energy is ok it gets pretty quiet as the husband explains to him how he’s worked all day and doesn’t want extra unnecessary work like cleaning up the pond that now exists in our bathroom. And because Captain Energy comes from a background of the non-working there is then a conversation about what work is, why we work and what it pays for….including the water that is now on the floor. I’m sure most of the message was lost as soon as the door opened and Captain Energy was on to the next one.


Captain Energy and Mr. Grumpy Pants just met the girl who lives around the corner…and therefore so did I. Here is the conversation I just had with her.

What happened to your hand?

Are you their mom?

I’m adopted and my dad is in jail.

If we were only all that forthright…