Monthly Archives: March 2004

I’ve decided that I want to increase the volume of my hair. I want a conditioner that will turn my hair into a bullhorn transmitter for my every thought. I want to walk down the street and have my hair … Continue reading →

Santa Barbara is kind of a large small town. Last I heard we were some 90,000 souls (arrr! I loves me some old sea cap’n diction). This may help explain why several of Jack’s old girlfriends never became people we’d … Continue reading →

More Songs About Buildings and Poop Jackson’s Joke #2 Q: What happens when you eat a lollipop? A: You have a lollipoop. This is the other thing we do Jackson runs off to poop. He comes back with the wipes … Continue reading →

The Daddy Saddle

Yesterday we took Jackson to Jack’s job site to look at a big grader that had sunk up to its cab in mud. I put Jackson up in the driver’s seat (wheee! I’m the boss’s wife and I’m going to … Continue reading →

We’ve decided to help Jackson celebrate his Irish heritage this month by buying him boxes of Lucky Charms. I feel that the special prize Hot Wheels car inside is representative of St. Patrick driving the snakes from Ireland. (Driving, get … Continue reading →