It's Friday, thank you Jesus.

It's been a long week. I have two, possibly three work trips in February. I'm not one of those people who is a fan of traveling for work, it makes me anxious. Not the flying, but the work that's NOT getting done as I'm going from parking garage to terminal to cab to hotel to hospital to lunch to terminal to parking garage to home. My list of things "not done yet" keeps growing.

I finally hired a new employee, who I like very much. I'm sure he's loving his job, considering that I've not had enough time to sit down with him and give him actual work to do. I did give him something yesterday, something that I thought required quite a bit of explanation. I thought this because I've explained it to 3-4 other people and they've never quite gotten it. New guy picked it up instantly and delivered something back to me 5 days early. He's a keeper. Looking for another one of him.

I'm excited to start the weekend. Todd's on his way home and is stopping to get some wine, as I feel that I need it tonight. We're going to make dinner and do a lot of nothing, as he has to be at work tomorrow at 7:00 am. When he works on Saturdays, I get to spend time alone cleaning our apartment. I get very excited about this.

I hope you've all survived the week and have the exact type of weekend you're wanting.

Guns don't kill people, Chuck Norris kills people.

Last night at our youth group meeting, one of the kids mentioned that he saw Chuck Norris at a movie theater last weekend. This turned into a very long line of Chuck Norris jokes which have carried over into today in the form of emails bouncing back and forth among the adult leadership of the group.

It's getting out of control. And they are funny. Check some of them out here.

Jack Dragon Luckey

This used to be my baby.



This was, of course, when Jack WAS a baby. I fell in love with Jack instantly. The maternal instincts took over and I had no clue how to do anything but nurture him and love him. I couldn't even punish him, really. Todd certainly liked Jack, but he always wanted a bigger dog and it took some time for him to warm up to him.

Jack has always followed me around, slept with me, smothered me with puppy kisses...But that's starting to go away. He loves Todd. And, Todd loves him, of course. But I think he loves Todd more than me. He stares at Todd, or rather, he looks at him longingly...He gets extremely excited when I ask him in the mornings "Where's Daddy?" and he looks toward the bathroom and waits for Todd to get out of the shower. He cries when he leaves.

The reason he loves Todd so much is because Todd plays rough with him. Well, he loves Todd because Todd's a great guy, but otherwise, it's because Todd throws pillows at him and pushes him around. All this time, I've discouraged it because I didn't want Jack to get hurt. Now, I see that he really loves it.

I guess I just always wanted him to be a mama's boy. And he still is, to some extent. God help me when we have children.

The night before last I dreamed that I was painting Jack with white shoe polish. He already had white fur...but in my dream the more I painted him, the darker he got.

I'm slammed at work. I've lost 0.2 pounds since the new year, am I seriously supposed to be excited about that? I'm not gaining, at least.

Happy day.