House!!!

Lordy, even House.

I haven’t really watched television for the last six years.

I don’t even own a television.

But, I have Netflix.

I don’t mind starting a sentence with a conjunction.

I have recently been war-gaming in my head what it would be like to start a new family.

One of my closest school chums, who lived in the neighborhood over across 81st Street, Jeff Switters, had old parents.  Jeff was a miracle baby.  His brothers and sisters were adults and out of the house by the time I slept over in the 80’s, and we went to sleep listening to Jeff’s Boston record.  🙂

I don’t know how old they actually were at that time… You know, your own parents (when you’re a kid) are old, and then Jeff’s parents were older.  They were grandparentish-old.

Jeff was happy.  Heck, Jeff is awesome.

Jeff married a girl from the same neighborhood, Heather.  They have kids.   At least one daughter is a duplicate of Heather.  It’s freaky.

That is all.

I have decided that it is time that I own an Android tablet of some sort, so I’m driving to Walmart (of all places).  

I want to hand my son, Joshua, a gift for his birthday this year.  He is turning into a teenager this year.  I last saw him when he was 4.  His mother is still deciding whether or not I may mail him a gift.

I want to be at Dad and Lu Anne’s when they throw their birthday thing for Joshua.  This shouldn’t be a problem for anyone… the kids will be fine.  I will be fine.  I’m an awesome, kind, good person, KRISTI.  🙂

I know it’s hard to imagine because your memories are of such a crappy Joe.  I’m all the good parts of that guy.

So.  Chill.  Please.  Just chill.