Random observations

April 29, 2007

Last night as I was babysitting my six-month-old nephew and just-turned-two-year-old-running-toddler-ball-of-fire-who-within-less-than-five-
new-$120-dollar-toy niece, I noticed again how my brother and his wife have a 2-gallon trash can under their kitchen sink.

They must be certifiably insane.



  1. I travelled here by insomnia passing through,among others dan’s blah blah before arriving at yours.
    My random thought is that a good place to start easing misery is by giving the homeless a face so that they have somewhere to wear the mask that they show the world. That adopting a stray to eat the pedigree food will be more use to the dog than just buying the food and that flowers shouldn’t make you cry as much as the ones I saw here. Though it was really the words about hair that made me cry. Why?
    The reason for my insomnia is anxiety about my mother in law’s cancer. She says she’d rather die than lose her hair.Sorry for going on like this but the whole world is asleep(in one way or another) and you seem tobe awake(metaphorically speaking). Thanks for being here when you were needed.

  2. That is a big trash can!

  3. Cathy ~ I was saddened to hear about what you and your family are going through. That must be so hard. I love Dan. I want to be Dan. Thank you for your kind words, and I’m sending all kinds of good thoughts your way and your mother-in-law’s way that the coming days will be filled with strength and courage for all of you. {{{{{hugs}}}}}

    Michael ~ I tell you. How a family with not just one small child but two manages to deal with a kitchen trash can the size of the one I have in my bathroom is beyond me. Maybe I change their diapers too much or something. Cheers to you, and thanks for stopping by. I’m going to have to remember to bring my own trash bag the next time I visit. (Apparently I am a very trashy kind of person.) 😉

  4. Since I have to take recycling separately to the recycling drop-off, and since I obsessively empty the trash everyday, I actually don’t need a big trash can. (Of course, we’re well past the diaper stage thank God). Which wouldn’t fit under my sink anyway. Still, that’s a little on the small side. A thought – don’t let those little hooligans, bless their hearts, get their hands on the pricey toys next time!

  5. CS ~ wise, wise words you speak. 🙂 I will not assume that just because one two-year-old doesn’t/can’t seem to break it that another two-year-old with more determination can’t just rip it to shreds in an instant. How I wish I wasn’t such a student of life and could hold back a little more. Jon doesn’t go through these things because he, in his infinite wisdom and worry, would never be so foolish as to give a child a toy they can beat the crap out of. Ahhhh, how we yin and yang that way. Hope your day is a great one!

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