For Windy

Okay Windy, I've now got you in my list of links. I know you didn't grow up around the corner, but that doesn't mean I don't love you any less. LOL

Love to my neice,
Caci's Dad (ROFL)

P.S. But now I can't figure out how to get rid of those blank spaces before and after your link. Help.

Predestination v Free Will

Wrap your mind around this.......Are Jeffrey and Melissa so "evil and ingenious" because they had no choice, or because Melony and I created environments that encouraged such behaviour? Would they still have been so mischevious and absolutely funny had we held them accountable to the "higher standard" of Michael, Caci, and John; i.e., because they just couldn't help it? God made them that way....come hell or high water. Did God predestine them to melt our hearts, or did their childhood environment help mold them into the precious darlings we love to "hate"?

Like in first grade when the teacher - I can't remember that poor woman's name, I think she quit after that year - had to put Melissa on the front row and Jeffrey on the back row next to Andy. Why did she separate the Gold Dust Twins, you ask? Because they talked to each other.....incessantly. They didn't talk to anyone else. No one else existed in their world - not sure anyone does even to this day. Anyway, back to the story - when Jeffrey needed a new color that neither he nor Andy had he'd call out to Melissa and she'd throw it to him.......across the heads of the other kids to the back of the room. Jeffrey would recipricate if Lissa needed a color. Heaven forbid that she should have a picture that lack magenta. Jeffrey always needed black.

Now, does the fact that the teacher did not take them to Sister for a ruler across the knuckles constitute environment over predestination? Was she in fact encouraging their creativity and rebellion to structure, or did she have no choice - they were going to rebel against the rules because it's in their genes?

Just wondering if we created the little buggers and we have no one else to "blame" or did God just give them to us and ROFL? Either way my day is complete when I think about the joy they have both brought to my life.

Smell my finger, Dad

Well, since Jeffrey is such a good subject to write about because he makes life so interesting I thought I'd write my first blog about him. After all, he's my clone so it's only fitting.

One day when Jeffrey (notice I call him Jeffrey, not Jeff. That's because his momma told me from the moment he was born that his name is Jeffrey, not Jeff. I obeyed like a good husband should. LOL) Anyway, one day when Jeffrey was about 3 or 4 years old I was asleep on the couch. We lived on Calderwood, down the street from Johnny and Melony. Out of a sound sleep, I hear Jeffrey saying, "Dad, smell my finger". I open my eyes and find the little imp standing beside the couch holding his finger out to me. So, being the good Daddy that I am I took a good, deep whiff.

OH, MY GOODNESS WHERE HAS THAT FINGER BEEN, JEFFREY? "I been scratching my butt", he confessed innocently. The smell incapacitated me to the point that I could not chase him down and reduce my family to 2 children. Of course, Michael and Caci thought this was hilarious and were rolling on the floor of the living room. And they wonder why they are held to a "higher standard".