jennifer patel

It's been hard finding a solid chunk of time to sit down and focus! Not to mention a war at work has left me hardly inspired, but I'll be talking about that... never . My Dad had this calendar called the Jackass calendar. The months were different "ass sayings" like, "Get your ass out of bed!" and there was a picture of a donkey standing in a bed frame. "Hauling ass" had a donkey on a wagon-trailer-thing all packed up. All the pictures had a donkey doing something to illustrate the quip. He loved that calendar so much, he just printed out new months and taped them over the original dates every new year. Anyway, I'll never be talking about work, because I could never do it in a professional manner once I break the seal...cut to ass saying, "They canned my ass"...and a picture of a store shelf display of canned donkey. I couldn't find the picture I was looking for. My search containing the word "ass" though...well never...

In an effort to limit Alex's much beloved screen time, we try to play outside most afternoons. We started tracing things with chalk which led to my morbid idea of a crime scene outline. I positioned him in what I thought to be a classic, mangled body position, but forgot to make one arm turn up and one arm turn down. The result? An outline that appeared to be frolicking through a field of daffodils . So we went in another direction and added ice skates to the bottom of his feet. V was thrilled.