It seems Jenna and I have had very little conversation this week. We’ve just been busy with the kids and all but I’m having a pretty productive week. Monday is always a whirlwind. Yesterday I left early and got home late. Today I was rolling along until she sent me this picture. Now I can’t concentrate on work. Thanks a lot Jenna.
Noah has gotten into Batman big time. It started with the Lego Batman video game but it has expanded to cartoons. We won’t let him watch ‘Batman’ or ‘The Batman’ cartoons because they are meant for older kids. We do however, let him watch Batman:The Brave and the Bold. It’s campy and funny and has over the top lines like “Crime doesn’t take a holiday.”
He likes it a lot and after the video game he thought he had a handle on the ‘good guys’ and the ‘ bad guys.’ Then, The Brave and the Bold comes along and introduces a lot of super obscure characters.
Last week he met Equinox. If you don’t know who equinox is go here, http://batman.wikia.com/wiki/Equinox. I’m not sure what else to say except Equinox is half black-half white and he wants to balance everything in harmony (kind of a Yin Yang thing).
I also don’t know why Equinox struck Noah’s fancy so much but he did. Noah couldn’t stop talking about him all night. In fact, all he would say is he wanted to tell Mr. Robert about Equinox. Odd but he talks about Mr. Robert a lot. In case you don’t know, Mr. Robert is Noah’s preschool teacher. He’s also African-American. You’ll know why that’s important in a minute.
When Noah has something on his mind at bedtime, the sweet slumber of sleep does very little to defuse the anticipation in the morning. The first words out of his mouth “I gotta tell Mr. Robert about Equinox.” I heard that 25 times before we got to school. At this point I still have no idea why it is so important to tell Mr. Robert about Equinox.
We get to school. Noah runs as fast as lightning to Mr. Robert. “Mr. Robert! Mr. Robert! Mr. Robert!…” You get the idea. When he sufficiently had Mr. Robert’s attention he started talking at the speed of light. Mind you I can’t type at the speed of light but if you read this as fast as you can in one breath you’ll get a sense of what it was like. “Theres this guy Equinox and he’s a bad guy
At first I was embarrassed but as time went on I was proud that Noah sees Mr. Robert looks different but that we really aren’t different at all. Later Mr. Robert and I talked about it and he actually didn’t understand anything Noah had said so I had to tell him. We shared a good laugh. I can only imagine Noah laying in bed all night waiting to tell Mr. Robert about a guy who looks like both of them.
Campbell used to smile a lot in her sleep but now she does it a lot while she’s awake. Her best smiles are in the morning time. She also likes to watch everything going on. She’s perfectly content laying on her play mat as long as people are in the room for her to watch. She especially likes to watch Noah. When he comes (I should probably say crashes) into the room, it’s like everyone else stops existing to her. He’s really starting to warm up to her too. This morning while I was getting ready for work I caught him laying beside her, holding her hand, and whispering to her. I’ll have to remember these moments when they are 16 and 13 and fighting like dogs 
Here’s a picture Jenna sent me this morning after I’d left for work.
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You know how I hate to blog when we are out of town (well you do now). I have just a touch of paranoia about being robbed I guess. The fall out is I got out of the habit of posting. I had done pretty good since Campbell was born but not so much lately. So here we go.
We had a great 3 week holiday. Christmas with a three year old is so much fun you’d almost have a whole herd of kids. Not to mention the fact that we had A WHITE CHRISTMAS. Of course, Noah had no idea how special that was. He just said, “Eh.” It’s funny how just last year his cousin Jana was being driven over the state to try to see snow since she had never seen it and Noah is so bored by snow it elicits an “Eh.”
Santa brought him a John Deere Gator for Christmas. He wanted to ride right away but I convinced him to wait for it to warm up. I think we’d still be waiting if I’d held to that. Eventually I shoveled the driveway off and made him a loop through the garage. He was out there maybe 3 minutes before he told me his cheeks hurt and he went in.
We did the south Arkansas tour with stops in Texarkana and ElDorado. We were gone 6 days and although it was great to see everyone it was about 1 day too long to be away from home. The best part of being gone was all the willing help we had with Campbell. In ElDorado, Magga and Holly took turns with her through the night so we were able to catch up on some rest.
Highlights of the tour:
-Seeing little Finley-I hadn’t seen her awake since the day she was born
-Seeing Holly pregnant-the changes in her are so dramatic, at times she doesn’t seem like the same person-it’s awesome what the power of love can do
-Watching Noah and Jana together. They love each other in such a profound way. I grew up with cousins like that and it is awesome to see them develop that type of bond
-Gumbo-enough said
-Amanda and Sarah coming over to Texarkana before Amanda flew back to Portland
Lowlights of the tour
-The drive down. Campbell was good for the most part but we had to drive on so much ice it took about 7 hours to get to Texarkana. Towards the end Noah wanted to fall asleep but his new big boy booster seat just wasn’t comfortable so the last 45 minutes was basically him crying.
-Campbell had a stomach bug almost the entire time. She was spitting up and had diarrhea although she acted fine. We were really nervous she’d dehydrate and have to be hospitalized but she kept on eating (every hour) and wetting diapers so she pulled through fine
-Grandparents went way overboard. Not really a lowlight but worth mentioning it was a little over the top-Magga I’m looking at you
-Mamaw Rotton being sick and not getting to see Campbell.
We got back without a hiccup. Tried to hook up with Bradford. I haven’t gotten to see him since his surgery but our timing was just off. It was good to be home.
Noah’s little buddy, Banks, lives about 4 houses down and he got the exact same Gator for Christmas so we spent a few days watching them terrorize the neighborhood like a Gator gang. They are pretty funny.
The 3rd week of snow and ice was brutal. It was too cold for any outside play and we only have 1 4-wheel drive vehicle. Most places were closed and we were all a little stir crazy. On Wednesday, Noah’s preschool opened. I think they knew there were some toddlercides about to happen if they didn’t open. I’m all for a snow day, but a snow week?
Things are back to “normal” now. At least they are back on routine. Noah has been an absolute angel the past two days. It’s amazing how good a schedule is on his life. Campbell’s doing good too. She slept last night from 11:30 to 5:30 this morning!!!!!! That actually deserves a few more exclamation points but you get the idea.
I hate being disappointed but it just kills you when it happens to your kids. Noah’s Christmas program at preschool was tonight. They were singing Christmas songs and he was number 11 and number 4 in the 12 days of Christmas. I’ve been proud of him because he knows all the words to the song and when he practices, he’ll only say his part. It was tonight at 6:30. Grandparents were in town. The camcorder was charged and then…
He threw up this afternoon. He was in the car with Jenna on his way to get his holiday haircut. I went and picked him up from her so she could get her haircut. I took him home and while initially he was pale, he colored up and was in a really good mood later in the afternoon. He never ran fever and he was acting normal so we started to think maybe he had gotten car sick. So we were still debating on what to do tonight when…he got sick again. With an empty stomach even which makes it worse.
Poor kid just didn’t understand it when we told him he wasn’t going to get to sing at his Christmas program. He didn’t cry but he was really quiet and you could just see the hurt in his eyes. Tonight we cuddled up in the chair and watched Frosty the Snowman. After dinner (us not him) he didn’t mention it again so I think he kind of forgot about it. If you see him the next few days I’m sure he’ll tell you the story of his oatmeal “coming back out of my mouth” because he told it about a gabillion times tonight. Before bedtime he told Jenna he was hungry so she fixed him a piece of toast and it’s stayed down for about 5 hours now so I think we’re good to go. On a funny note, when he told his mother he was hungry he said, “but I don’t want any oatmeal, okay?”
UPDATE: 2AM and he’s been up twice. Poor kid. Nothing worse than throwing up with an empty stomach.
We’ve had a lot of help lately. Jenna’s mom as here last week to help Jenna out during the day so she could catch up on sleep. Last weekend I pulled Friday and Saturday night shifts so Jenna wouldn’t be so worn out.
This week, Magga has been here and she pulled all overnight shifts. She also helped out a ton since I had Komen meetings Monday and Tuesday night.
But…..she leaves today. I’m sure Jenna and I will pull the same shifts-Me til midnight and then after 6/Her midnight to 6-but now I’m not sure she’ll be able to keep up with her rest without the support there. I’m sure we’ll get along fine. It’s what we signed up for after all, I’m just a little nervous because we’ve had it pretty good so far.
Here’s a pic from this morning. This is her Dr. Evil look with the one eyebrow arched. If she could just get her pinky finger to her mouth.
We’re settling in to a little bit of a routine at the house. I bathe Noah and get him down while Jenna goes to bed. Then I feed Campbell her 11PM bottle and then Jenna is doing the 2ish and 5ish feedings. Campbell is still a good eater. She’s up to 2 1/2 oz every 3-4 hours. She wimpers instead of crying when she’s hungry. It’s pretty cute. She’s not sleeping as soundly as she did the first week but she’s still asleep 15 hours a day. We’ve had a few times where she’s been awake. Like really awake for over an hour, but mostly she sleeps and grows. Noah is even settling down into his big brother role. We caught him singing “Jesus loves me” the other night to her but when I went and got the camera and made him do it again he was silly instead of sweet.
Yesterday as we got the tree down, I was struck by the specialness of what is just normally a yearly chore. I told Chad my heart was so full it actually hurt. Looking at Chad working on the tree, my son happy in his Buzz Lightyear costume, and my healthy baby girl sleeping like an angel was a beautiful sight. I feel so blessed.
Campbell is doing great. She is a little piglet. I think we are already going to have to up her intake to 2.5 or 3 ounces. Two just doesn’t seem to be enough for her. She went to the doctor this morning for a color and weight check. All was good. She is almost back to her birth weight. She cried the most I’ve ever heard this morning at the doctor when I had to strip her for the weight check. She does have a set a lungs, but I am glad she doesn’t use them too often.
Noah is doing fine with his little sister. He went back to school this morning and I think the regular routine will be good for him. Plus he won’t be wearing his Buzz costume, which I was sure was going to rot on his body this weekend! Last night, we caught Noah kneeling down by Campbell singing “Jesus Loves Me” to her. It was a sweet moment that we tried to reproduce on video, but was lost. Noah also woke me up yesterday by telling me excitedly that Campbell “miled” at him.
Life is good as a family of four. I’m excited about celebrating the holiday season this year. I have so much to be thankful for and will enjoy being home with my newest blessing.
We got home yesterday afternoon about 1. The pediatrician and Jenna’s doctor both gave the all clear and we were out of there. We got home with all our stuff and got everyone settled in.
After awhile, Noah and I went up to Nick and Leslie’s house for Thanksgiving dinner for a couple of hours while Jenna’s parents stayed with the girls. It was nice to have so much family around and Leslie was the perfect host. Noah even got to wear home Jackson’s old Buzz Lightyear costume and he’s beside himself. He already has it back on this morning.
Last night was a pretty good night. So far so perfect baby. We’re digging the non-breast feeding since we don’t have to wake her up for feedings. She slept one stretch of over four hours last night. I know that may not last but we never even had a two week break in period with Noah. He just never slept.
I tried posting this last night but our site had its first downtime in its history. If it had happened 2 days ago it would have been bad.
We’re home and settled in so give me a call if your in the area and want to stop by. Love you guys.
Happy Thanksgiving to everyone! I’m so thankful and blessed to have so much family and so many friends. I love you all.
In case you missed what we are thankful for today, I’ll give you another peek.
I had to share this picture. Magga took it right before leaving us for the night. Right before this picture, Noah was helping his Momma hold Campbell and she was looking so hard at him. I said “She wants to talk to you Noah.” He got very solemn and leaned down to her face and said “What do you want to talk about Campbell: Batman, the Ninja Tuttles, or Wobin (Robin-the boy wonder)?” We were rollin.
I just wanted to share a pic from today. Everyone is still doing great!
Campbell had a pretty good night. She would fuss about every 2 hours so I had to entertain her for 30 minutes before feeding her. She’s up to 35-40 mL. The pediatrician has already made rounds this morning and everything is still perfect.
Jenna’s doing great. She’s got all the tubes out and actually got up and showered a little bit ago. She’s up and we’ve had a good streams of visitors so far. She’s fed Campbell a few times and Campbell slept a few hours in Jenna’s lap. We’ve had a good morning so far. Thanks so much for all the messages, gifts, flowers, and such. Love you guys.
Mamaw and Papaw got here a little bit ago with Jana. She’s pretty excited to see her new cousin and has barely put her down. Campbell’s nurse has been really sweet and even let Jana try out a new profession.
Dr. Averitt just came by to see Campbell. Everything checked out perfect. Reflexes, tone, heart (no murmur this time), lungs, and everything else.
Also, Campbell has turned out to be quite the eater. I have fed her twice and she sucked down the 20mL in record time.
Okay we are in Room 31 at Willow Creek. Campbell goes to see the pediatrician at noon and she’ll be down at the nursery for awhile. Jenna’s sleeping right now and probably will be for most of the afternoon. I figure she’ll be up for light visitation this evening but I’m sure she’ll have more energy tomorrow. If you want to come up though, feel free to come see the new woman in my life.
When you come, remember that I like Reese’s cups and Macanudo Portofino cigars. You won’t be hard pressed to find me. I’m the one strutting around like a peacock.
Noah has had a big morning. He’s excited about Campbell but he’s more excited about everybody being here. He’s surrounded by grandparents and he is loving every minute of it. He wore his ‘Big Brother’ shirt and the banner his preschool class made for him yesterday. He was the first to greet her out of surgery and he has worn a huge grin.
But all things come to an end and the combination of getting up at 545 AM and all the excitement finally wore off for him. His interest started to wane so Magga and Mamaw Rotton took him home to play for a little bit, but not before we were able to catch him being sweet to his baby sister.
We’re still basking in the glow. She’s in the room with us now. I’m holding her while I type this and she’s just taking it all in. She has dark hair and blue eyes. Hopefully hers won’t change like Noah’s did. Jenna’s doing great. She’s got her pain pump and her blanket so she’s doing…just…fine…
Here are the first pics from when we came out of surgery.
She’s here! A beautiful little girl. Everything went fine. Jenna’s coming out of recovery now and the pediatrician is making rounds. She was 6lb 15oz and 19 inches!!!
Okay we’re at WillowCreek. We are currently back in triage. We’ve been back here enough now I recognize the nurses-I wish it was because we had 5 kids instead of Jenna’s other surgeries but what are you gonna do?
Funny we get here so early to sit and wait. I’m sure it’s for their benefit to have you ready but all it does is build anxiety in Jenna. I’ll try to post when she goes back but you never know.
Well we have to leave at 545 in the morning to head to the hospital. I don’t know how Jenna’s going to go to sleep. I popped a Tylenol PM so I’m good I will be blogging the day tomorrow so stay tuned to the website and I’ll keep you up to date.
Wow, I knew Campbell was going to be here tomorrow but I just noticed the countdown timer on the blog and it reads just over 21 hours. Okay, I’m going to stop typing now and go grab an inhaler.
There’s something about a guy with pink hair everyone seems to love. Saturday’s newspaper had pictures from the pink trash ball and I made the cut. So of course all week my picture has been up in the teacher’s lounge at just about every school I go to. I even had a 4th grader come up to me and say he saw me in the paper. There’s no telling what his parents think.
The night was a sellout and raised several thousand dollars. Someone at work said it takes a pretty confident guy to wear that to a bar. I told them the bar was fine (everyone was dressed in pink)-it was the long walk down Dickson street by myself that tested my willingness to dress in partial drag to raise money for Komen, but somehow I managed.
I know we cut it close since she’ll be here a week from tomorrow but her room is officially done. Here’s a video of what she’ll be coming home to.
The reason for this blog post is two-fold. First I wanted to share a story about last night, and secondly I wanted to test out Wordpress’ new iPhone app. Wordpress is the software that powers this blog. When Noah was born I blogged the entire day but I had a lot of time since he didn’t exactly get in a hurry to come after Jenna’s water broke. Campbell is scheduled at 730AM so their isn’t going to be excessive time to get the laptop out and tell everyone what’s going on. So I’m trying put blog tools for the iPhone and I really wanted to see how the photos would upload. So here goes.
Last night Noah and I went to the Razorback game. I have sat in basically these seats for 8 years and I have never been on the jumbotron. Nick has been to at least 4 times more games than I’ve been to. He’s never been on the jumbotron. Noah’s first game ever? Jumbotron. Here’s the link to that day.
This was Noah’s 3rd game and what do you know-we all get on the jumbotron. Not once but twice. Unbelievable.
I didn’t get a pic this time but here’s a pic from the game.
Sometimes life just isn’t fair but I’ll get to that in a minute.
Jenna has this crazy thing she says periodically. Whenever we have any big or even semi-big event happen she always asks “Don’t you feel like a grown-up?” The most recent example is our new bedroom furniture. When it was delivered she was so excited because somehow in her brain having a matching set of nightstands, bed, and dresser officially moved us into the ranks of adulthood. Never mind the marriage, mortgage, 3 dogs, 3 y/o son, pregnancy, and the fact that we are in our mid-30s. That was all practice for having bedroom furniture.
An odd segway but here I am on a Saturday morning a little after 6. My son is spending the night with grandparents. I’m 1 1/2 weeks away from a new baby in our life with all the sleeplessness that entails. I’m wide awake.
I certainly didn’t mean to. I polished off a bottle of wine last night. I stayed up a little too late. I didn’t set an alarm and my last thought last how wonderful it was going to be to sleep in with the Razorback game being at 6PM and how late Noah and I would get in.
I wake up too early some mornings but I can just lay still and my mind wanderings will eventually turn to a dream and back off to sleep I go. Sometimes the brain just won’t turnoff. I woke up in that half sleep and started to think. I thought about last night and the homemade pizzas and the Italy Blu-Ray reliving our honeymoon. It was similar to a ‘last hooray’ before the new baby, although I was the only one who could toast.
Despite these thoughts I was still half asleep when my mind wandered to work but I know better to think about work so I quickly put myself on a golf course. Playing an imaginary round of golf is my equivalent of counting sheep. This worked for awhile but then I made a tragic error.
I thought about some speeches I’ll have to give soon. Last year I had to speak at a few events here and there. This year it will be many more. The ones with the most people aren’t bad. I’m only 1 of several people and we have a script. Being on the start stage of the race for the cure speaking to 18,000 people sounds bad but I get to read from a script so it’s really not.
The scary ones are the small groups of people at a lunch and they ask you to come in and speak. One time last year I was asked if I would speak about the “Role of the husband during crisis.” I said yes and then I when I was alone I was “What?!?” which quickly led to “WTF?!?!?!?”
The only reason I’m telling you this was because in the instant I thought about these upcoming speeches I had a good idea. I lay there thinking through the whole idea and soon it fleshed out into a great idea. I even had my starting joke an a witty remark in the middle that I actually giggled when I thought of it.
I’m just laying there in bed formulating something I’ll say in a few months-not next week-a few months-like after Christmas. Then a funny thought interjects. “You should write this down.” I panic. I thought this was a safe thought pattern to follow but now I know the error of my ways, because the instant those words were ’spoken’ I was awake. I want to go back to sleep. I want to think about something else. I want anything in this world rather than get out of this bed. Then a slightly twisted version of the thought popped in my head. It’s like the Wizard of Oz has a curtain behind my eardrums or something. “You have to write this down.”
So here I sit at the keyboard at 715 after having written not 1 but 2 versions of the speech (a 5 minute and a 10 minute). I guess I couldn’t stop typing so I wanted to put my plight here. Now I’m wide awake with my wife still asleep. The dog’s are asleep. My son isn’t even here. Then the damn Oz guy in my ear says, “You should go for a run.”
When Jenna wakes up I owe her an apology. I feel like a grown-up.
I’ll start with:
Best..age…ever…for…trick-or-treating!
Noah had a blast this year for Halloween. His mutant ninja costume has consumed his thoughts the past 3 weeks. He’s gotten to wear it for spots here and there but on Saturday he got don it for real. When he puts it on he runs through the house and does cartwheels and comes up in his ‘ninja pose.’ His friends Hayden and Julia came over to go trick-or-treating with him. Jenna and Val did our street and then the Dad’s took them into the neighborhood. Then the fun began.
Noah and Hayden were the oddest tagteam of superheroes ever. Leonardo and Venom made quite the team. They started out timid and shy but after awhile, Noah got into character. After 30 minutes they weren’t even saying ‘Trick-or-treat’ anymore. Noah would run to the door, do his cartwheel, drop to his ninja pose and shout ‘Mutant Ninja Tuttle!!!’ followed by Hayden’s jump and ‘…And Spida-Man!!!!’ The people couldn’t help but laugh at their exuberance and then the ‘Awwww’s when they shouted “Thank you!!!’ and took off back to Ron and I. Down the homestretch Noah wasn’t paying attention to the trick-or-treating anymore. He was doing spins and kicks down the street/sidewalk and I could tell he was singing the TMNT theme song. He only knows about every 5th word but he hummed it good until the word he knew.
It was pretty funny but when we got back to the house the real fun began. You would have thought they’d never seen candy before. They jumped on the bed watching ninja turtles for a couple of hours. After Hayden left, Noah finally relented in going upstairs to bed but he wanted to sleep in his costume. It took some convincing but I finally talked him into letting me take the costume off, taking his clothes underneath off, and then putting the costume back on.
After about 5 minutes in the bed he was out. When I went up to tuck him in-after the Yankees game 4 win-I could tell he hadn’t moved. He was flat on his back wearing his Leonardo costume with his hands out in his ninja pose.
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I mainly wanted to post this for Mom and Mamaw. I forgot to show Mom last time she was up here on the DVR so I’m putting it on here for her to see.
Last month I spoke to a large group of sponsors at aLoft Hotel about the 2010 Race for the Cure. It went great and I got a little face time on the news.
As always click the photo–wait for it to load–and it will pop up as long as you have QuickTime installed. I have no idea how this links in Facebook so if it just looks like a Facebook page-click here: http://macadactyl.com/lilbit/?p=491
The title is crazy but its late and the Yankee game is going into the 12th inning. I watched Mythbuster’s on Wednesday where they basically proved duct tape can save the world in any cataclysmic event. It’s the ultimate bonding agent and that is its only reference to this post.
You see, Noah and I did some serious bonding last night. He’s had a chest cold and I was trying to keep him away from Jenna. So he and I sat down last night and played a little Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle’s on the PS3. Some of my first memories were 1978, playing Missile Command on the Atari 2600 with Cuz. We’d name the 4 cities we were saving Junction, ElDorado, Norphlet, and Smackover. After 3 hours and the game got hard we’d basically save JC and let the others get blown to hell.
Wow I’m seriously digressing here. The point is I loved video games when I was a kid and always have. Noah loves them too. Not only does he have 2 pages of games on my iPhone but he can navigate all their menus and play them independently. He also has a Diego and Reader Rabbit game on the iMac. How a 3 year-old can be so good with a mouse is kind of creepy.
TMNT is his new love ever since he accidently saw an episode 2 months ago. He’s going as Leonardo, or ‘the blue ninja tuttle’ for Halloween. Every day is a combination of him crashing through the house doing ninja poses with his play swords over his head and shouting ‘Turtle Power.’ So I downloaded a TMNT game off the PS Network. It was to be his first real video game and not some interactive cartoon trying to teach him something. It’s a coop game so we can play as a team. We’ve played some levels this past week but last night I told him we were going to play until we run out of ‘men.’
When we got to a new level he was so excited. He’d pause the game and yell ‘We at new level Mom!!!!’ Finally we got to the boss battle against Shredder and he was beside himself. I mean truly beside himself. He was fired up. When we finally beat him he did a dance. Then…there were no more levels. I thought he was going to cry. I guess he thought the game would go on forever. I had to explain to him that video games end. We can play it again but they just don’t go on forever (unless its a MMO but that would only confuse him more).
It was a lot of fun and it reminded me of Cuz and I sitting on the living room floor saving JC from annihilation, Holly watching me play a Zelda game, and the Madden/SF2 throwdowns in the dorm at college. People can say what they want about video games but I love them. I think Noah’s gonna be a fan too.
Okay just so you know, I have a mouthful of crow and I understand your smirks. I was trying to figure out a way to streamline volunteer signups for next year’s Race for the Cure. Convio-Komen’s website engine-has different plugins. One is for Facebook. The idea of people registering and joining teams and signing up as a volunteer through Facebook is a great idea. The problem…to see how it works I have to have a Facebook account.
My problem hasn’t been with Facebook itself or the idea of Facebook. I think it has been the majority of people who’ve asked me if I have a Facebook account, haven’t been people I want to speak to in any way, shape, or form. Think the school janitor who asks me weekly and wants to set me up with her granddaughter despite the fact I’ve told her 48 times that I’m married.
So to all my friends and family who have heard my diabtribe against Facebook, you may now commence with the heckles and ridicule. I can take it-Lord knows I’ve been known to dish it out. Of course, if I was you I’d ask to be my friend and then delete me as a friend, but I’m more vindictive than most. Your mileage may vary.
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