Bj and I drove to Salem tonight to have dinner at my mom’s. My little step brother Taylor was there, as were my step sister in law, Coralia, and my cute little niece Brianna, who’s four. Her Dad, my step brother, Aaron, is over in Iraq. My other step brother, Allen, is working in Japan (he’s the same age as me). We were all sitting around talking. I love our family dinners because it seems like my family is really good at talking about everything. Well today we hit on a bunch of topics including piercings and tattoos. After talking about it was said to Brianna, “Never get a tattoo, okay?” She had just been walking her Fisher Price Little People around the table and wasn’t really paying attention. She’s like, “okay.” Then we kind of started talking about something else and she said, “I got a tattoo when I was little, it was sparkly and somebody gave it to me, and it had a mouse dancing (or something like that can’t remember)” So my mom said, “Well glittery ones are okay.” She replied, “Ya, it came off in the bath.” He he he, so funny. I meant to get a picture but totally spaced it. Aaron called Coralia while they were there, it’s cool she gets to talk to him every couple of days. I feel very honored that he has a slang card (see this post) I sent him hanging in his office! Here is a picture of Aaron:

He’s in the middle. He is doing all kinds of stuff over there, Coralia just told us that he is going to work on “beautifying a cemetery” that I guess Saddam had a mass grave in an older cemetery so they are going to fix it up. He works with the ministry, an assistant to the chaplain (I think that is his title, Aaron if you are reading this comment and correct me!!). This is the best picture he’s sent:

It was taken at a girl’s school after a drop off from operation crayon. Aren’t they the cutest happiest looking little people? I’ve been thinking that the world is so big and so small at the same time right now, it’s easy to think that way with so many of my friends and family all over. Scotland, England, Denmark, Japan, Australia, New Zealand, all over the United States, I miss you all!  Thank goodness we live in an age where we can keep in touch. Love and Peace where ever you are!

First of all did you know that wound (“That wound is from an accident with scissors, I was jumping on the bed, long story”) and wound (I wound the red string around my finger and I STILL forgot your birthday!”) are spelled the same? What is UP with the English language?  They definitely did not consult me! Okay, so sorry about the rant.

And sorry Sciarrino, but this is just too funny (only because you were not hurt worse). So Sciarrino comes home and Bj and I are in the kitchen and she has this baby gash on her head and she tells us that she was going to pick up her backpack this morning (that was sitting on the kitchen floor), and when she bent over she got stabbed. How does this happen you ask? Well the funny thing is that Sciarrino bought us a little holder to go next to our dish rack for small things like silverware, and um, knifes. Ya, so when she bent over her head caught the knife drying in the little holder. Sciarrino says, “Well, I think the amazing thing is that I didn’t need a Band-aid.” We do too Sciarrino. Now sometimes you just can’t get a picture of the moment like you would like, what do you do then? You improvise. Here is what I believe happened:

I love Sciarrino (I don’t think many other people would take things like this so well)! Okay now enough with the fun, she does need help. No not with her head. She needs to find more of this tiny paper clip:  The tiny one is the one she wants, the big one is a regular Clipola so you can compare. We know it’s not Making Memories, and I don’t think it’s 7 Gypsies either. It was bought a while ago and she got some of these as a gift and doesn’t have the original packaging. So if you know where to get these mini guys, please let us know (they are for wedding invitations).

*Edited to add: that is an I heart apple shirt, not baby, as Sciarrino originally thought.