Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Pie and Donuts

Listen,

I had to turn in my "End-of-Year Self Review" at work last week.  What this means is that several months ago I wrote out some "goals" for work and now I have to assess how I did.  In case you care, I performed way above my expectations.   Maybe that's due to the fact that I set the bar low for myself.

 

Anyway, I just finished reading Dave's Blog and it made me laugh on the inside a bit and inspired me to write out something for my blog.  Last night, Hana and I rewatched the move Juno.  In case you have forgotten, we named our cats Juno and Bleeker after the characters in this movie.  It made me laugh too. 

 

Today at work one of my coworkers brought in donuts.  I really like donuts, but they sometimes make me feel a little sick when I eat them.  That is probably because sometimes when I eat them I eat 5 or 6 of them.  When I eat just one donut like I did today I am just fine.  No need to worry about me having an upset stomach today unless I pass by the desk where the donuts have been placed and grab another one later on, in which case look out. 

 

On Sunday my mom made pie.  Many people enjoyed the pie, but I know that she really made pie for me to enjoy.  Some pie is made for a special occasion like Thanksgiving or whatever.  These pies were simply made out of love.  No special occasion needed.  Thanks mom.  I really like pie… even more than donuts. 

 

I have really great kids.  They make me crazy on occasion, but overall, I think having them was a good choice.  Here is a story: The other day, we (Hana and I) were tending our nieces (Steve and Kristin's daughters).  The younger daughter is 5 months older than Evan.  She was just sitting/laying/cuddling on Hana's lap.  Hana said something to the effect of "I wish Evan was more of a cuddler."   While she was saying this, Evan was dancing/stomping his feet on the coffee table and then dove off the table onto my lap as I was sitting on the couch.  His forehead slammed into my chin as I was ill-prepared for his sudden arrival on my lap.  He then proceeded to climb up on the table and jump off onto me, the couch, or the floor about 10 times. He was giggling and laughing and smiling the whole time.   I then said something like, "would you really trade cuddling for entertainment like this?"  I sure wouldn't. 

 

In other news, the Colts made the Superbowl again this year.  If you don't know, the Colts are my NFL team.  I chose them as my team after the Raiders had their meltdown during the Superbowl they lost to the Buccaneers.   I like the Saints too, but will be cheering for Peyton Manning and the Colts on February 7. 

 

That is all.


4 comments:

Kristin Sokol said...

Bob I really enjoyed this post. It reminds me of the days back when you worked in retail pharmacy. The good old days.

Anyway...I just wanted to let you know I bought your birthday present today and I am so excited to give it to you. August can't come fast enough.

Misty Moncur said...

I love the story about cuddly babies. It reminded me of Zach and how even before birth he was stretched out like he was in a recliner, totally not cuddling. I think they definitely come with their own personalities, and it would just be ungrateful to wish them to be different. Except for Kammi the brat. I could wish for her to be different.
Mmmm....doughnuts and pie. What kind of pie are we talking about?

Dave said...

I don't like pie, sometimes I say things that might imply that I enjoy pie but really I don't. Cake eighter. That's is love when your mom makes a special something for you for no reason.
As far as the cuddly thing goes see Misty's comment -dido
The leaping thing is only a boy thing. I taught Zach to leap off his dresser into my arms when he was 1-1/2 or so. Mostly because I wanted him to trust me, a little bit because it would be a great trick to show my parents, friends. I thought I would do the same thing for Kammi, but she is not the same. She doesn't leap or jump, she simply fall's into out streched arms. This is a defective gene handed down from Misty. And I'm done.

Bob said...

Sorry if this is too late to see, but the there were 2 kinds of Pie: cherry and chocolate. Yes, I had both.