The BlogGals' "Friday Five" this week is to list "things you used to hear your mother or father say." Oh, can I play this game!
Given the cracked and crazy, lewd and loveable people who raised my parents, there was plenty of Beth Henley material left over for my own childhood. Let's just start with Papa Jim phrases, since they're the most colorful.
1. "Cowboy up." (Or.... in more heated moments, "Suck it up!")
2. "It builds character."
3. "Don't be a sheep."
4. "We must learn to IMPROVISE!"
5. "From those to whom much is given, much is required."
Mama Kay's reflexive, oft-repeated words would be more like "I'm sorry" and "Can I help you?" That's something of a dichotomy in parenting styles (and I haven't even broken the surface!)... but all in all, their words remind me that I had it good. Signs of a fine, fine Texas childhood, they are!
...Especially since both parents said one more thing, to myself and my brother, just as often as they could: "We're proud of you."
This morning, I called Miles into the kitchen for breakfast after pushing him off for 15 minutes. He emerged from his room to say, "I was very PAY-tient, wasn't I? And that makes you proud." And, oh, how the cycle repeats itself....
Just a girl, asking for grace, to survive her happily-ever-after.
3.31.2006
3.27.2006
Monday, Monday...
La, laaa... la, la, la, la, la.
(Guess you had to be in my head for that to sound good.)
Anyway: Hey, world! What a day! A great day to live and breathe!
I preached yesterday. And all went well. (sigh.)
I feel like I passed a threshold with the public-speaking-and-in-my-church-no-less. I know what I can do, now. Not what I should be able to do for these folks, because I've done it before, professionally. Not, what I want to do, in conjunction with these people who are my friends and neighbors. But what I can do, at the times God will lead me to doing it. Now I understand better where I am called to serve, for the time being. I can be in front now, and not be so uneasy, because I really do get that it's not about me. :)
Actually, yesterday was quite the busy day-of-rest, but I start a new week feeling useful. And closer to my God. And pretty sure I don't ever want to move into an apartment on Broadway, no matter how dang historic, but that's another story....
On the happy front, there are two imminent arrivals I look forward to celebrating. My new little nephew should be born in a couple of weeks, out in Calif., and my new little girlfriend, Lacey Starr or Trixie, should be here by the end of April. (These are her code names, because her mother is sarcastic and has cruel, cruel friends who won't let her forget it, but we'll give up the ribbing and call the baby a real name once she's born.) These are things that could make me melancholy but instead make me grateful. And that is a lovely feeling.
Also, after spending time with another little boy about mine's age, I am so thankful to have a son who shows sign of maturing (or even the ability thereto). He's a peach, our Mr. Miles -- even if he does have wayward hair and a habit of not fully utilizing his manners.
On the it's-a-bummer-but-whacha-gonna-do front, I also have BIG income tax issues looming.
(Self-employment tax is eating my lunch and my latte budget, for the next five years or so! Eek.)
And that about wraps up the how's-the-weather report inside my house. Anybody want to post a comment on the state of your personal atmosphere? Be my guest....
(Guess you had to be in my head for that to sound good.)
Anyway: Hey, world! What a day! A great day to live and breathe!
I preached yesterday. And all went well. (sigh.)
I feel like I passed a threshold with the public-speaking-and-in-my-church-no-less. I know what I can do, now. Not what I should be able to do for these folks, because I've done it before, professionally. Not, what I want to do, in conjunction with these people who are my friends and neighbors. But what I can do, at the times God will lead me to doing it. Now I understand better where I am called to serve, for the time being. I can be in front now, and not be so uneasy, because I really do get that it's not about me. :)
Actually, yesterday was quite the busy day-of-rest, but I start a new week feeling useful. And closer to my God. And pretty sure I don't ever want to move into an apartment on Broadway, no matter how dang historic, but that's another story....
On the happy front, there are two imminent arrivals I look forward to celebrating. My new little nephew should be born in a couple of weeks, out in Calif., and my new little girlfriend, Lacey Starr or Trixie, should be here by the end of April. (These are her code names, because her mother is sarcastic and has cruel, cruel friends who won't let her forget it, but we'll give up the ribbing and call the baby a real name once she's born.) These are things that could make me melancholy but instead make me grateful. And that is a lovely feeling.
Also, after spending time with another little boy about mine's age, I am so thankful to have a son who shows sign of maturing (or even the ability thereto). He's a peach, our Mr. Miles -- even if he does have wayward hair and a habit of not fully utilizing his manners.
On the it's-a-bummer-but-whacha-gonna-do front, I also have BIG income tax issues looming.
(Self-employment tax is eating my lunch and my latte budget, for the next five years or so! Eek.)
And that about wraps up the how's-the-weather report inside my house. Anybody want to post a comment on the state of your personal atmosphere? Be my guest....
3.24.2006
Planet Ginger
The latest RevGals Friday Five is too fun to pass up! (Though time's a tickin' and Friday won't last much longer.) The mission: Name a "Planet" store after yourself and list 5 things that would be on sale inside. (Prices optional, I think....)
Planet Ginger would sell:
Planet Ginger would sell:
- fresh squeezed lemonade, with big, suspended sugar crystals, cheap and in tall measure -- or made-to-order lattes from (but of course) the finest beans
- lots and lots of feather-insert throw pillows
- natural soaps in dense cakes that last for months
- salsas -- many varieties of runny-not-chunky salsas with lovely touches like black beans or corn & cilantro
- killer kids books! Only witty ones allowed, with thoughtful rhymes or onomatopoeia or sly, unstated plot points advanced through illustration... and probably kids' puzzles (3-D preferred)... plus watercolors and art sets... kid's correspondence cards that get customized at checkout... and, really, all manner of priviledged childhood items, available to the masses for the sum of a smile
- flips-flops (and I was ALREADY was past 5 items, wasn't I?). Breezy, easy, not-cheaply-made flip-flops for every occasion from out for groceries to outdoor wedding
- magazine articles on demand -- just the ones I always mean to read but never print out or can locate under all the ads
- snack foods by the binfuls -- use a scoop and pick your passion! No complete meals will be offered, just sweet and salty snacks of small or squarish variety: dark chocolate chunks, Tamari toasted almonds, dried cranberries and blueberries, bite-size rice crispie treats, Terra chips, flavor-dusted popcorn, Parmesean Goldfish and, oh! oh!, Cheez-Nips that taste great but magically have less sodium
- scrapbooking time -- sold in units along with the albums: if you buy a 6x8" book with 20 pages, you also get enough time to finish the book within the first month of purchase
- beds -- marvelous, fluffy, all-enveloping nap or sleep spots (they're not just for bedrooms anymore!) with firm mattresses, high thread-count linens, reading-light enhanced headboards and seductive duvets -- all at flea-market prices with delivery included.
3.22.2006
Time Envy
AHHHHHH!!
Oh, for a few uninterrupted minutes to work on a blog post or rework my sermon (which is going to be delivered for real this Sunday). I am accomplishing everything needed this week, managing my time for everything required -- but oh, how I want to have more, more, more minutes to play with the words!
What a luxury, the time to waffle and vacillate and weigh my writing. I LOVE having time to read through and through passages, trusty thesaurus at my right hand. I tilt my head and feel the words in my mouth, tweaking tiny phrases that no one will notice, except in the abstract, "that read really nice" kind of way, after I'm done.
No one much cares about your syntax when you're writing PRIORITY! MUST SHIP OUT TODAY! emails. (Oh, woe is me. It's not as bad as that, really, since I usually find time for spell check and witticisms in a few routine memos a day. That at least provides a snack for the writing beast.)
Basically, I have time envy. While I have just as many minutes as I ever had each day, I want the kind of time I no longer have. I want to put off the real work of my life until about 10 p.m. or so and now, just now when the mood has struck, I want to climb under my comforter with a stack of references and a legal pad, and sit with the words until they arrange themselves nicely on my page. Now, I have work to be done. 9 to 5, yes-sir-ee-Bob, office WORK to be done.
Some days it's sad not to be a paid writer anymore.
Oh, for a few uninterrupted minutes to work on a blog post or rework my sermon (which is going to be delivered for real this Sunday). I am accomplishing everything needed this week, managing my time for everything required -- but oh, how I want to have more, more, more minutes to play with the words!
What a luxury, the time to waffle and vacillate and weigh my writing. I LOVE having time to read through and through passages, trusty thesaurus at my right hand. I tilt my head and feel the words in my mouth, tweaking tiny phrases that no one will notice, except in the abstract, "that read really nice" kind of way, after I'm done.
No one much cares about your syntax when you're writing PRIORITY! MUST SHIP OUT TODAY! emails. (Oh, woe is me. It's not as bad as that, really, since I usually find time for spell check and witticisms in a few routine memos a day. That at least provides a snack for the writing beast.)
Basically, I have time envy. While I have just as many minutes as I ever had each day, I want the kind of time I no longer have. I want to put off the real work of my life until about 10 p.m. or so and now, just now when the mood has struck, I want to climb under my comforter with a stack of references and a legal pad, and sit with the words until they arrange themselves nicely on my page. Now, I have work to be done. 9 to 5, yes-sir-ee-Bob, office WORK to be done.
Some days it's sad not to be a paid writer anymore.
3.16.2006
Blog On!
In the grips of another busy week, with all manner of small catastrophes exploding professionally, I propose a List of Good Things...
1. Julio's tortilla chips, with paprika and MSG -- yum, yum!
2. The Super Friends cartoons of my childhood, now on DVD
3. time off, for any length of time
4. clean, folded whites that smell vaguely of Tide and Bounce
5. a fluffy pillow that's just past new and perfectly broken in
6. the anticipation of a trip to Canton
7. coming home after four days and immediately feeling great
8. a new job for my mom
9. summer on the horizon
10. my boys, my boys!
11. Chloe Dao as the surprise winner of Project Runway
(I came late to this party, as I only watched the taped finale last night)
12. space and time to write lists of things
Now, had I even MORE time, I could subdivide my list into "guilty pleasure good things," "everyday indulgence good things," "good-for-me good things" and possibly even "good for humanity good things." :) But this, my friends, is all for today. And it's enough.
1. Julio's tortilla chips, with paprika and MSG -- yum, yum!
2. The Super Friends cartoons of my childhood, now on DVD
3. time off, for any length of time
4. clean, folded whites that smell vaguely of Tide and Bounce
5. a fluffy pillow that's just past new and perfectly broken in
6. the anticipation of a trip to Canton
7. coming home after four days and immediately feeling great
8. a new job for my mom
9. summer on the horizon
10. my boys, my boys!
11. Chloe Dao as the surprise winner of Project Runway
(I came late to this party, as I only watched the taped finale last night)
12. space and time to write lists of things
Now, had I even MORE time, I could subdivide my list into "guilty pleasure good things," "everyday indulgence good things," "good-for-me good things" and possibly even "good for humanity good things." :) But this, my friends, is all for today. And it's enough.
3.10.2006
In Memory
Of all the things a hometown newspaper gets wrong, some things occasionally come out JUST right. I am forever grateful to The Henderson Daily News for allowing a little latitude on its obit page. I don't have much distance from the subject matter -- oh, I see it's quite long, but I'm accutely aware of how much was cut -- so I can't be sure that running a list of personal achievements counts as a community service. But when honoring a life spent in service of a community, no number of column-inches seems too much.
Happy birthday, Paw Paw!
Happy birthday, Paw Paw!
A memorial service for James A. Barry, 86, of Henderson, will be held 11 a.m. Wednesday at First Presbyterian Church, with the Rev. Dave Brushear of First Methodist Church officiating. Private graveside services, officiated by the Rev. Ricky Ricks, will precede the memorial.
Mr. Barry died Jan. 23, 2006, at home.
Born March 10, 1920, in Warsaw, Indiana, Barry moved to Texas in childhood and graduated from Henderson High School a distinguished athlete, setting records in both football and track and field. One record, for a 106-yard kick-off return, stands today. He attended the University of Houston, proudly served in the U.S. Navy during World War II, and was selected one of five “Outstanding Young Men” in Texas during his mid-twenties.
Barry’s initiative and drive sparked a national career that spanned four decades and many notable interests. He went into business with legendary New York Yankee Mickey Mantle. He became an investment banker during the rise of mutual funds. He served as president of sales for the DuPont Corporation, and retired as president of Delphi Capital Sales in Wilmington, Delaware.
Witness to Barry’s wide-ranging passions and involvements, he also served as the first president of Henderson’s Junior Chamber of Commerce (Jaycees), overseeing the creation of Lake Forest Park; helped recruit football players for the U.S. Naval Academy; taught Dale Carnegie classes in self-improvement and salesmanship; trained bird dogs, hunted and fished; traveled Europe and the Holy Lands; and spent decades honing a natural athlete and strategist’s affinity for the game of golf.
In the early 1980s, Barry combined his corporate savvy with personal faith to help found Henderson Interchurch Ministry (HIM). Seeing and responding to a need, Barry pulled together church and community leaders who defined this bellwether organization. He served as its administrative director for 18 years.
Barry also maintained 51 consecutive years of membership in the Masonic Lodge and was a member of First United Methodist Church.
Survivors include Dorothy Cannon Barry, his high-school sweetheart and wife of 66 years; their daughter, Cyndy Willard, of Henderson; their son, Jimmy Barry and daughter-in-law Kay, of Longview; grandchildren Jill Young and husband Jeff, of Houston; Barry Willard and wife Rachel, of Friendswood; Amy Hacker and husband Trey, of Henderson; Ginger Barry Brandt and husband Jeremy, of Tyler; and Shannon Barry and wife Betsy, of Tyler. Barry’s eight great-grandchildren are Carson, Kerith and Cannon Willard, Hope and Jack Hacker, Miles Brandt, Joshua Barry and Will Young. Other survivors are sister-in-law JoAnne Mason and husband James, of Henderson.
Pallbearers are Barry Willard, Shannon Barry, Trey Hacker, Jeremy Brandt, Jeff Young and Carson Willard. Honorary pallbearers are Rex Houston, John Foster, E.F. Crim, Andy Turlington, Tommy Strong and James Mann.
Loved best by those who knew him well, Barry breathed life deeply and cast a long shadow. His friends and family will forever be shaped by the man who refused to succumb to “the plains of hesitation” and who, like cream, rose to the top.
Mr. Barry died Jan. 23, 2006, at home.
Born March 10, 1920, in Warsaw, Indiana, Barry moved to Texas in childhood and graduated from Henderson High School a distinguished athlete, setting records in both football and track and field. One record, for a 106-yard kick-off return, stands today. He attended the University of Houston, proudly served in the U.S. Navy during World War II, and was selected one of five “Outstanding Young Men” in Texas during his mid-twenties.
Barry’s initiative and drive sparked a national career that spanned four decades and many notable interests. He went into business with legendary New York Yankee Mickey Mantle. He became an investment banker during the rise of mutual funds. He served as president of sales for the DuPont Corporation, and retired as president of Delphi Capital Sales in Wilmington, Delaware.
Witness to Barry’s wide-ranging passions and involvements, he also served as the first president of Henderson’s Junior Chamber of Commerce (Jaycees), overseeing the creation of Lake Forest Park; helped recruit football players for the U.S. Naval Academy; taught Dale Carnegie classes in self-improvement and salesmanship; trained bird dogs, hunted and fished; traveled Europe and the Holy Lands; and spent decades honing a natural athlete and strategist’s affinity for the game of golf.
In the early 1980s, Barry combined his corporate savvy with personal faith to help found Henderson Interchurch Ministry (HIM). Seeing and responding to a need, Barry pulled together church and community leaders who defined this bellwether organization. He served as its administrative director for 18 years.
Barry also maintained 51 consecutive years of membership in the Masonic Lodge and was a member of First United Methodist Church.
Survivors include Dorothy Cannon Barry, his high-school sweetheart and wife of 66 years; their daughter, Cyndy Willard, of Henderson; their son, Jimmy Barry and daughter-in-law Kay, of Longview; grandchildren Jill Young and husband Jeff, of Houston; Barry Willard and wife Rachel, of Friendswood; Amy Hacker and husband Trey, of Henderson; Ginger Barry Brandt and husband Jeremy, of Tyler; and Shannon Barry and wife Betsy, of Tyler. Barry’s eight great-grandchildren are Carson, Kerith and Cannon Willard, Hope and Jack Hacker, Miles Brandt, Joshua Barry and Will Young. Other survivors are sister-in-law JoAnne Mason and husband James, of Henderson.
Pallbearers are Barry Willard, Shannon Barry, Trey Hacker, Jeremy Brandt, Jeff Young and Carson Willard. Honorary pallbearers are Rex Houston, John Foster, E.F. Crim, Andy Turlington, Tommy Strong and James Mann.
Loved best by those who knew him well, Barry breathed life deeply and cast a long shadow. His friends and family will forever be shaped by the man who refused to succumb to “the plains of hesitation” and who, like cream, rose to the top.
3.08.2006
A Little Learning
Ed. Notes: Today is preaching day, so work is getting the short straw. So sorry, crazy bridal people! Kick-off is 6:45 p.m., as someone asked in comments and I forgot to mention time...
Also, I found this post I started Feb. 3. and saved as a draft. (I hardly ever save drafts because, hey, this whole blog is one big first draft!) Anyway, it was VERY close to finished. And I think it's not half bad, either. Well, I'll say.... Some days are just good like that. Glass half full and ya' find a penny. Here goes the thing I was thinking about before:
Knowledge is such a seductive thing.
My child is learning this, before he learns how very little knowledge gets you, without all the other stuff that makes what you know matter.
And, yet... We've all gotta start somewhere, so I guess cartin' around a big load of knowledge is better for a preschooler than carrying around an empty sack.
Today, Miles walked into my office and said, "Guess what, Mom? GUESS WHAT!? Sun starts with S, and snake starts with S, and star starts with S, and even spoon starts with S!"
"You're right, honey. How did you know all that?"
[Awed voice] "Because I ...just... KNOW it."
He was so proud of himself. So very knowledgeable. For an almost-4-yr-old.
I was proud, too, but sobered. There's nothing wrong with this little boy's bent toward learning. It just reminds, me, sometimes, of where he comes from. And, oh, how far we'd like for him to go!
I know he'll have to navigate his own way to maturity, one day. And I believe he'll seek God's direction on how to live. But if I could will it, I would make it so Miles never allows knowledge to become his crutch or his club in this life. May he never lean on it too heavily, when experience would serve him better. May he never wave it around, when silence would better serve others. May my son cultivate wisdom and discernment, empathy and mercy, along with all the knowledge he desires.
From my mouth to God's ears, may Miles never be seduced by knowledge.
Also, I found this post I started Feb. 3. and saved as a draft. (I hardly ever save drafts because, hey, this whole blog is one big first draft!) Anyway, it was VERY close to finished. And I think it's not half bad, either. Well, I'll say.... Some days are just good like that. Glass half full and ya' find a penny. Here goes the thing I was thinking about before:
Knowledge is such a seductive thing.
My child is learning this, before he learns how very little knowledge gets you, without all the other stuff that makes what you know matter.
And, yet... We've all gotta start somewhere, so I guess cartin' around a big load of knowledge is better for a preschooler than carrying around an empty sack.
Today, Miles walked into my office and said, "Guess what, Mom? GUESS WHAT!? Sun starts with S, and snake starts with S, and star starts with S, and even spoon starts with S!"
"You're right, honey. How did you know all that?"
[Awed voice] "Because I ...just... KNOW it."
He was so proud of himself. So very knowledgeable. For an almost-4-yr-old.
I was proud, too, but sobered. There's nothing wrong with this little boy's bent toward learning. It just reminds, me, sometimes, of where he comes from. And, oh, how far we'd like for him to go!
I know he'll have to navigate his own way to maturity, one day. And I believe he'll seek God's direction on how to live. But if I could will it, I would make it so Miles never allows knowledge to become his crutch or his club in this life. May he never lean on it too heavily, when experience would serve him better. May he never wave it around, when silence would better serve others. May my son cultivate wisdom and discernment, empathy and mercy, along with all the knowledge he desires.
From my mouth to God's ears, may Miles never be seduced by knowledge.
"A little learning is a dangerous thing.
Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring.
There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain,
And drinking largely sobers us again..."
--Alexander Pope
Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring.
There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain,
And drinking largely sobers us again..."
--Alexander Pope
3.07.2006
Preach It, Sistah!
So... I'm delivering a sermon tomorrow night. In a chapel. To a small group of people. Including my pastor.
Fas as I can recall, it'll be my first.
I've spoken to groups within and around church life before. Performed skits. Led seminars. Presented lessons. Directed camps. Mastered Microphone 101 and even presided over communion once or twice, in different places. All that's A-OK. I "serve" and "teach" perfectly well. But I'm a little less steady on the concept that I will soon stand behind a big ol' hunk o' wood and "preach."
I don't know if I'm a preacher type, you know?
And I mean that in the lay sense. Not as in, "someone with a direct call from God," but as in, someone who has a natural affinity to pontificate, uninterrupted, for solid stretches of time.
My dad, he's a preacher man. (Not actually, I'm saying. In approach and personality, I mean. Though he is a youth minister. Eh, forgetaboutit!)
I'm much more the discussion leader type. I can get back on point after others interject. I'm very good at juggling multiple ideas. But can I actually STAY on point when all I have is my own chase-a-rabbit-down-a-hole mind to prop me up? Umm.... not so much.
I'm a little ADD lately. Or maybe always. No, more lately. Definitely!
And I'm preaching. (sigh.) Tomorrow night.
I'll let ya' know how it goes. Meanwhile, a BIG shout out to the folks who do this tricky job every week. YEA, you! GO, your team! Plus, to my fam and friends, it wouldn't hurt my feelings if you said a prayer for my focus and state of mind.
I don't want to aim for perfection here, folks, but I do so sincerely repeat... "may the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart be pleasing to You, O God!"
AMEN.
Fas as I can recall, it'll be my first.
I've spoken to groups within and around church life before. Performed skits. Led seminars. Presented lessons. Directed camps. Mastered Microphone 101 and even presided over communion once or twice, in different places. All that's A-OK. I "serve" and "teach" perfectly well. But I'm a little less steady on the concept that I will soon stand behind a big ol' hunk o' wood and "preach."
I don't know if I'm a preacher type, you know?
And I mean that in the lay sense. Not as in, "someone with a direct call from God," but as in, someone who has a natural affinity to pontificate, uninterrupted, for solid stretches of time.
My dad, he's a preacher man. (Not actually, I'm saying. In approach and personality, I mean. Though he is a youth minister. Eh, forgetaboutit!)
I'm much more the discussion leader type. I can get back on point after others interject. I'm very good at juggling multiple ideas. But can I actually STAY on point when all I have is my own chase-a-rabbit-down-a-hole mind to prop me up? Umm.... not so much.
I'm a little ADD lately. Or maybe always. No, more lately. Definitely!
And I'm preaching. (sigh.) Tomorrow night.
I'll let ya' know how it goes. Meanwhile, a BIG shout out to the folks who do this tricky job every week. YEA, you! GO, your team! Plus, to my fam and friends, it wouldn't hurt my feelings if you said a prayer for my focus and state of mind.
I don't want to aim for perfection here, folks, but I do so sincerely repeat... "may the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart be pleasing to You, O God!"
AMEN.
3.01.2006
Day Shift in the Nursing Ward
I LOVE Seasame Street!
The sickly, saggy 4-yr-old is watching it right now and is completely engaged... what a relief!
I had temporarily forgotten how fun and educational this show is. The amount of original music in each episode is incredible! (Off the music topic, Miles just noticed, "Elmo's World has an 'M' in it, just like I do!" So, I guess the repeated exposure to alphabet letters ain't too shabby for kids, either.)
Oh, the boy, the boy: He has had hives twice in 48 hours. Poor thing! And he has ANOTHER angry rash on top of the wheals, plus strep throat. He actually had a fever on his birthday this weekend. :(
Photos later, I hope. (Of the birthday, not the rash, as instructional as that could be...)
Right now, I need to dose some Zyrtec and coax a nap from the redhead. He just said, "I have to TAKE IT EASY," to his paper dinosaurs. "We're not going to have any bad guys today, because I don't feel too well."
Oh, the pint-sized humanity!
The sickly, saggy 4-yr-old is watching it right now and is completely engaged... what a relief!
I had temporarily forgotten how fun and educational this show is. The amount of original music in each episode is incredible! (Off the music topic, Miles just noticed, "Elmo's World has an 'M' in it, just like I do!" So, I guess the repeated exposure to alphabet letters ain't too shabby for kids, either.)
Oh, the boy, the boy: He has had hives twice in 48 hours. Poor thing! And he has ANOTHER angry rash on top of the wheals, plus strep throat. He actually had a fever on his birthday this weekend. :(
Photos later, I hope. (Of the birthday, not the rash, as instructional as that could be...)
Right now, I need to dose some Zyrtec and coax a nap from the redhead. He just said, "I have to TAKE IT EASY," to his paper dinosaurs. "We're not going to have any bad guys today, because I don't feel too well."
Oh, the pint-sized humanity!
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