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Yay it's Monday!

Most people moan and groan about Mondays but I LOVE them. I know, I know. If I were working outside the home I would probably feel differently about things. However, since I work at home, in the home, around the home, I can like Mondays all I want.

I went to the gym this morning, daycare boys in tow as usual. Then we dashed over to Top Foods to pick up some things for our chicken stir fry for dinner this evening. Then I dashed Daniel to his speech therapy at the grade school, dashed home to put the groceries away, dashed back to pick Daniel up and then dashed back home again.

How many calories can you burn in a dash? Hmm. This bears more pondering.

My father called me a bit ago.

Dad: "Do you have gas in your suburban?"
Me: "Yes"
Dad: "Good. Do you have a gun?"
Me: "No, why?"
Dad: "I want you to drive out here and shoot me"
Me: "Dad, it's just a cold. You'll feel better soon, and when you do you will appreciate your health all the more!"
Dad: "if you really loved me you'd shoot me"
Me: "No. I want you around for many years"
Dad: "Don't wish that on me"

Now, I know he doesn't really want to die. He's just miserable with this head cold thing that's going around. He caught it from my sister's kids. They also gave it to my poor Ally when she spent the weekend up there this...uh....weekend. She went to school, despite not feeling 100%. Poor thing.

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  1. jromer11:43 PM

    your dad's funny.

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  2. Unknown5:33 AM

    He gets it from me.

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  3. Frontier Editor4:54 PM

    Yay? Monday? Then you can come here and spend 16 hours getting ready to go to press and I'll pay to gas up the Suburban >B^D

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  4. Unknown5:05 PM

    You'll pay to gas up the Suburban, eh? Hmmm. I may take you up on that if you put my column in your newspaper. Wait, did that make sense?

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  5. Frontier Editor8:17 PM

    Hah! That "power to cloud men's minds" stuff really does work.

    Now let's try this:

    These aren't the droids you're looking for . . .

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  6. Unknown9:10 PM

    Thanks Obi Wan.

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  7. Frontier Editor3:48 AM

    'salright.

    Besides, I read a couple of your columns - better than the deranged ramblings I publish under my byline >;^D

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  8. Unknown8:13 AM

    How about publishing some of my deranged ramblings under your name? Think of the fun!

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  9. Frontier Editor2:21 PM

    If I weren't part of a corporate media harem subject to using our sister papers' columnage and stuff, I'd probably take you up on it

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  10. Frontier Editor6:54 PM

    But I enjoy being 'the man' sometimes

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  11. Unknown6:59 PM

    So does that mean I can stick it to you?

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  12. Frontier Editor7:10 PM

    Just for you Pam - I'll post my column from last week for your critique.

    Like I said, your columns were far more than readable.

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  13. Frontier Editor7:38 PM

    I could say I stick it to the man every chance I get, but that would sound pretty creepy.

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  14. Unknown8:34 PM

    Thanks for the compliment on my columns.

    I'm glad you didn't mention that you stick it to the man every chance you get because that would be creepy.

    Is there an echo in here?

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  15. Frontier Editor5:10 PM

    I think I've already said too much for this particular entry.

    Thank God I didn't comment on the nursing cats.

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