Kibbles 'n' bits

1)The entire Oklahoma Powers Klan will be in Denver this weekend. Those of you who live there and want to see me should give me a call. You know who you are. Since we will have bits kiddies and time is short, a lot of our time will be spent with family, since the Oregon Powers will be in town as well(I have a hankering to make "Powers Family Reunion" T-shirts). We all usually hang out at the coffeeshop more than is healthy when we visit, so chances are about 70-30 that one of us will be there at any given moment. Jen and I plan to "whoop it up" at least one night. I think Friday. I don't know when. Depends on the wee folk. Maybe Sputnik? Anybody have a better idea?


2) This made me laugh out loud at work: http://www.theonion.com/content/node/77275


3) As some of you know(or more accurately, will think: oh, yeah...), Jen quit her job with the Cancer People in order to take care of the wee folk. She could do this because we have a cheap mortgage and virtually zero debt. We still just about break even. So in order to have some extra scratch and maybe help fund our kid's college careers, Jen was looking for a party-timey, makey-money type of thing. She has plans to make and sell some children's products, maybe do some bookkeeping for her mom-the-CPA, you know. Things where one can make money without actually having a job. So then a post came along on Craig's List for someone wanting a baby-sitter/nanny for the late afternoons and evenings, times when daycares don't often operate. Jen looked into it, and after a few emails and a visit, it looked pretty good. She'd be getting paid (a lot) to do what we do anyway: Play with kids in the afternoon, feed them and get them ready for bed. The little girl is a total sweetheart named Scarlet, and is 15 months old, right between Jack and Joey. Pretty perfect, right?

Well... What is weird about it, is what we have come to find out about the mom. She just moved here from California, with basically just the kid and the clothes on her back to get away from some sort of abusive relationship. She's working as a massage therapist and is roommates with the receptionist. They seem to have known each other for a long time and seem to be sharing the child-rearing responsibilities. Okay. Sure.


Turns out that it is the kind of massage parlor that has theme rooms and throws around words like "discreet". When describing the staff, all of whom are pictured on their website in the masseuse version of Hooter's gear, they say things like: "An brunette beauty with a winning smile who can take you to new levels of blissful relaxation". Yep.


And the mom pays us in cash. Nightly. So there's that. Think what you will.


4) There is no fourth thing.



-JP