I recently recorded Jagger “talking” away. He loves to talk!
I’ve been hitting up Craiglist for new projects. I’ve veered away from submitting formal intro emails and have tried to respond uniquely. One company wanted somebody with a sense of humor, so I responded with this email:
A construction worker on the 4th floor of an unfinished building was too lazy to get a handsaw on the ground level. So he whistled down to a fellow worker on the ground to get it for him. Being 4 levels up, the lazy construction worker couldn’t be heard, so he started making signals.
First he pointed to his eyes (meaning “I”). Then pointed to his knees (meaning “need”) and then began moving his hand back and forth mimicking the motions of a hand saw.
Finally the guy on the ground starting nodding his head as if he understood and dropped his pants and started to masturbate. The guy on the 4th floor turned beet red and ran down to yell at his fellow worker, “You idiot! I was trying to tell you I needed a hand saw”.
The other guy replied, “I know, I was trying to tell you I was coming.”
Jagger’s first time sitting in a high chair, courtesy of Banana. No surprise that the safety belt is sized properly for Jagger considering they’re only 5-6lbs apart. Poor Banana, I hope she’s eating well out in GA with her daddy.

I thought we had a BBQ for the Chu last weekend? Well, good food doesn’t hurt anybody.

Mary wrote Mikey a check, but isn’t that against the whole priest mantra? Can I consider it this Sunday’s tithings to God?

My cousin John has been raving about this movie “The Story of Us”, starring Bruce Willis and Michelle Pfeiffer. He even went so far to text me that it was showing on the Women’s Entertainment channel a few weeks ago. Just last week he left his DVD copy with me as an attempt to force it down my throat.
So now I’m looking at the box art and it says, “The most wonderful and romantic movie of the year!” I’m sorry, but I don’t watch chick flicks unless Mary already has it playing. I enjoy Bruce Willis movies, but I like the the badass-Yippee-ki-yay-they-call-me-mister-goodkat-I-am-Korben-Dallas Bruce Willis, not the apron-wearing-10-yards-Ben-Affleck-take-care-of-my-daughter Bruce Willis.
I’ll pass on this and just continue watching replays of the Lakers’ game 1 victory over the Magic on ESPN.
Dear Liz,
How dare you slap love in the face! I have been practicing my ring bearer duties and now you pull this crap. You think you have it hard!? I have to carry your stupid rings down the aisle…I haven’t figured out how to walk yet! But when I do, I’ve got a bat with your name on it. Protect your shins. It’s on!