yay Flu!

okay, not really. but I did have an incoherent dream with Ron Stoppable, TopicCindy and the Pope.

P.S. Teppy' hair looks great - I couldn't see the yetiness of the too long hair til I saw how great th cut is.

I'm sorry about the flu (and the dream). Who is Ron Stoppable?

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Overheard from the other room

CHRIS: Who is Mr. Rogers' father?

JULIA: I don't know. He's not on the show.

CHRIS: Yeah, but who's his father?

JULIA: I don't know, Christopher! Besides, he's probably dead by now. Mr. Rogers is.

CHRIS: Mr. Rogers is dead?

JULIA: Yeah, this is just a rerun, he's been dead since Grampy died.

CHRIS: But he's on the TV, right now. Grampy's not on the TV.

JULIA: It's because it's an old show, Christopher!

CHRIS: Well, he sure doesn't look dead on the show? Is Mr. Rogers very old?

JULIA: CHRISSY-FER! He's dead! He's dead! He's dead.

CHRIS: Are you sure Mr. Rogers is dead? Is he going to stay dead forever?

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I'm sitting here laughing, and crying and the same time.

Ron Stoppable is Kim Possible's side kick. His naked mole rat is a better sidekick ( disney channel)

poor kids - both Julia for trying to explain and chris for trying to understand

Cindy, that's so sweet.

So, anyone got any bright ideas of ways to kill the next 25 minutes or so? I'm doing that anxious-must-go-home-NOW! thing, and I've got another class to get to.

Julia was exasperated and did not break it to him at all gently. I think she was more about shutting him up than explaining. Chris understands death to some extent, but he's very curious about it right now, so his questions are incessant.

Oh dear, that would make me laugh and cry too, Cindy. Poor Christopher.

Robin, I think that might be it! I've ordered it from the library. Thank you.

I went to physical therapy this morning and feel much better. My PT has gotten into the habit of giving me a neck massage first thing. Such a nice way to start the day.

Cindy, your children are priceless.

Word to the wise: Do not play stupid April Fool's jokes on the head of the TS department, especially stupid jokes that piss him off. The culprits of last Friday's exploit in stuffing all the spare chairs and empty boxes into the office, then taping the door closed, this morning found their email boxes downloading thousands of mysterious messages from the server, all the messages having mysterious attachments and text boxes flashing on and off rapidly.

The ringleader spent fifteen waiting for it to stop, getting increasingly more nervous, before she went to Mr. TS to report it. Mr. TS said, "Well, we can't do anything till it stops. Try rebooting." Two cycles of this, and Mr. TS starts making grim remarks about viruses. Ringleader swears she doesn't recognize any of the names of the senders of the emails. Things are still downloading. It's not until she hears from her cronies who are having the same problems that it dawns on her. She sidles up to Mr. TS's office door. "Does this have anything to do with last Friday?" He smiles very faintly, "You think I might have been annoyed enough to do something like this?" "Um, maybe?" He leans over to his computer and types something, still smiling. She skulks back to her computer, which has stopped downloading, and starts deleting the messages.

Don't mess with the geeks.

Mr. Rogers? Still dead.

It's got to be a hard concept to grasp, that people die but videotape goes on forever. It's kind of like the story a friend tells. When her daughter was about 8, she was watching an old black-and-white movie on TV and turned to her mother and said, "What was it like when the world turned colored?"