Not much happened today. I slept most of the day, woke up, watched a bit of Highlander, read some of the Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe(can't wait for the movie on Dec. 9, 2 days after my B-day), then Joel came over to hang with Cam and I, and he brought Blizzards. Joel you rock. But then I had to leave for work. Let me tell you there, are few things in this world I detest more than riding a crouded bus full of teens, and twenty somethings in various states of drunkeness. Not to mention it is quite muggy tonight. Oh well, time to start cleaning, here's hoping I don't die from heat exhaustin(?), and that I never have to bus to work on a friday night again.

-J

and here is something for all those people out there that believe their families are meesed up.

Many years ago

Many many years ago when I was twenty-three,
I got married to a widow who was pretty as could be.

This widow had a grown-up daughter who had hair of red.
My father fell in love with her, and soon the two were wed.

This made my dad my son-in-law and changed my very life.
My daughter was my mother, for she was my father's wife.

To complicate the matters worse, although it brought me joy.
I soon became the father of a bouncing baby boy.

My little baby then became a brother-in-law to dad.
And so became my uncle, though it made me very sad.

For if he was my uncle, then that also made him brother
To the widow's grown-up daughter who, of course, was my step-mother.

Father's wife then had a son, who kept them on the run.
And he became my grandson, for he was my daughter's son.

My wife is now my mother's mother and it makes me blue.
Because, although she is my wife, she's my grandma too.

If my wife is my grandmother, then I am her grandchild.
And every time I think of it, it simply drives me wild.

For now I have become the strangest case you ever saw.
As the husband of my grandmother, I am my own grandpa!!