Sending Out an Apology

Had a rough night last night. Slept from 10 to 11:30pm and then a sweet 3 hour stretch from 2:30 to 5:30am. Then I got up and went grocery shopping. I could tell I was grogster as I was driving but I felt pretty safe at that time on a Saturday morning. Unfortunately, other people's carts at the grocery store were not safe from me.

I would like to offer a formal apology to that person out there that I stole the cart from this morning at Winco near the bulk food items. I zipped all the way down to the milk before I realized the cart wasn't mine. Took it back as soon as I noticed my boneheaded mistake, but didn't see anyone. Very very sorry. Yummy looking chocolate covered raisins. Hope you got to enjoy them.

Til Darth Do We Part

Anyone else think there's something funny about this? I guess I never considered the romance of a Darth Vader head.

And while we're at it, take a look at this fortune I got a few months ago.

I'm still wondering what it means. Should I do right...or not? I don't think this is authentic Confucius.

Blog Ketchup

Yes, it's time to update the blog already. But, you say, it's only been 5 months since the last entry! I know, I know but my public's clamoring for more. So this one's dedicated to you, Rochelle.

First of all, Mika's baby doll got a twin sister in November. We call her Rose and we like her an awful lot.

In December, like good Christians and consumers, we celebrated Christmas. Justin's parents and older sis came up to join (create) the festivities and we're so glad they did. Mika's Big Present was her bike and bike hat. She LOVES them (phew!).

And finally, here's a true story.

I thought lotto tickets might make a funny gift so I was at Albertsons standing in front of the ticket machine pondering the options and moral implications, when an unsavory fellow came up. He wasn't the sort I'd normally start a conversation with, but a common interest in the lotto machine created a bond that empowered me to speak. Besides, I wanted information. "So how do these work?" Before I could continue, he started thumbing a wad of cash that I hadn't noticed til then and said in a condescending tone, "Well you put in money and push a button and out it comes at the bottom." He put actions to words, bought a $1 ticket and said, "Here you go!" That was unexpected generosity. I took the ticket, said thank you, and asked what I really wanted to know in the first place. "Do I have to scratch this right away or can I wait a while?" He gave a helpful but incorrect answer and left. I looked down at the ticket he bought me. Triple Latte. Ha! Gambling and coffee - how perfect for a devout Mormon. Couldn't he have spent a buck more and bought me a bingo card? That looked more fun. I was too embarassed to give it away so two months later I finally got around to scratching the ticket myself. I won $2.