Mind Your Business

Well, it's Monday and that means I'm back in the flat lands of Illinois leaving all that is cheese behind me. I had a great time this weekend. The shows went great and I really only had to mentally destroy one woman who decided that we would all be better off hearing her drunken ramblings than my mindless ones. She was wrong!

Yesterday we went a callin' as the hillbillies like to say. Friends of ours had twins in December, and enough time had passed for everyone to get settled so we loaded up the truck and took our goodwill on the road. The babies were cute. I know that's what you're supposed to say, but I mean it. If they weren't, I would have come up with something different to write about today. Some things can never be forgotten, and mocking the looks of a friend's new baby has to rank right up near the top of that list. I held one of the kids for about twenty minutes. I realized it had been awhile since I held something so small and fragile. Babies look even tinier when they're engulfed in my monstrous mitts. I think I have a way with babies. She just lay there, and made little grunting noises. I think babies and small children can sense that I'm on their level mentally and so they're not afraid.

We have one child. "Daughter" is a great kid as I've mentioned in the past. We're pretty happy the way things are. Others seem not to be. This has been happening a lot lately. (Not yesterday for the record). People are always saying things like..."Oh, just one kid? What's the matter? Are you going to have more?" How the hell should I know? It's as if something was wrong with us because we only have one kid. Why do you care? People ask so many rude questions. What are we supposed to say to that? "I've got video tape that shows we've been trying." Not really, but hey, Valentine's Day is tomorrow. Just enjoy what you have and think before you talk. Later...Brian