The other day we ate at Taco Bell. The people eating at the restaurant were Pam, Emily, Gabriel, Micah (he eats everywhere) and I, and two women in their late 20's early 30's ish with two young children. One of the two ladies was very obviously pregnant. Toward the end of our meal Gabriel had decided to run around T-Bell. Just then the two ladies and the kids started to leave. As they left Gabriel had climbed up on a table that was actually one of those tables that sits higher with higher chairs. We of course got him down, but didn't think it was all that big of a deal. This ladies jaw dropped and she got a look of absolute disgust on her face and very clearly said in a holier than though tone, "Don't fall". It was all harmless, but I thought it was funny since Gabriel had taken nose dives into cement and been just fine. He could have probably beat her up too. The best part of the story, however, is as we left the two ladies had their kids strapped in the car and were both puffing away on cigarettes. Now you tell me something. Who is the bigger parenting success, Pam and I who have at least let our children live a little bit before they kill themselves by falling off a table, or the lady who kills her unborn child by smoking like a chimney?

Another Story:

The other night Emily and I and Tony Percuoco and Pam were all hanging out talking at our house and I said something about wanting to eat something. I spoke the words "I like bananas, I think that mangos are sweet, I like papaya's..."
Emily replied, "Don't even sing that song."
Seeing an opportunity for fun I played dumb, "What song? I was just mentioning that I like those fruits."
"You know the song that says that?" Emily asked.
"Sing it for me, I don't know what you are talking about." I said.
Emily began to sing the song. When she got to, "I like papayas"
I blurted "Papayas?"
It was hilarious because I totally had her thinking that I didn't know the song and had just happened to mention liking all the same fruits that were in the song. As soon as I said, "Papaya's" it hit here that I was playing her. It was VERY amusing.

Another story:
I made home made donuts the other day from scratch. No Pillsbury dough boy helping me. Just me and a recipe book.

Another story:
I have some friends from Ohio State. They wave their little "O" flag every Saturday during football season. They are constantly all, "Ohio State is simply the best at everything."
I can't wait to point out that they just lost by 31 points in baseball. I am pretty sure that is about as crappy as you can get in the world of sports. No one allows 37 points to be scored in a baseball game. The fact that they were somehow able to score 6 points should have been enough to win the game. In baseball, 6 points should at least mean that the game is close. 37-6? That is bad.