Ladies Home Journal

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This injury has allowed me plenty of time to examine the family dynamic. Some real truths - the dogs sleep a ton. The fake little show of being glad your home means very little in the course of their day. Since I've been on the couch mostly, I've noticed that their eyes are closed way more than they're open.

Secondly, my kids all have unbelievable secure personalities. Sam has taken to calling everyone, "Hon". Jake moves through the house like a tortured clown - swinging on the emotions from high-to-low, waiting for an opening to bust someone's chops (lately I'm his target). Matt continues to make me marvel on how he gets things done - when I've never actually seen him work at all. And of course, Kathy is walking around smugly waiting for me to ask her to set up the doctor's appointment. It won't happen.

Which brings me to me - sitting there - bored with television. So, I did what comes naturally and began to read. I read every word of every newspaper printed this week. I read a bit from a novel that is just barely holding my interest. I read some of my own stuff (I'm pretty good, actually), and ESPN the Magazine. The kicker came when Kathy's Ladies Home Journal arrived in the mail. I was like a kid in a candy store.

"Perhaps you can get a few recipies," Matt said, laughing his way away from me.

Yet read it I did - and there was a recipe for pecan cheesecake that I considered. But there were also a number of articles that caught my interest. One was about a high school principal who was arrested for having one million pornographic images of children having sex. He was in his early sixties and married for over thirty years - his wife, of course, didn't have a clue. Why are high school prinicipals so messed up? (Inside joke!)

I also read about why couples get divorced after spending 20, 30 and 40 years together. The male in the article said - 'Enough's enough."

I had to laugh at that one.

So that's the news from here.

God help me! I'm reading the Ladies Home Journal.

Comments

deafjeff said…
Hey it looks like another beautiful day today. Have the family push you outside for awhile. You are most likely starting to smell anyways. Looks like the office is closed for a while huh?
12 October, 2008
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