November Spawned a Monster: An Ode to the Month of B's Birth ;)

November Spawned a Monster -Morrissey

Sleep on and dream of love
Because it's the closest you will
Get to love
Poor twisted child
So ugly, so ugly
The poor twisted child
Oh hug me, oh hug me
One November
Spawned a monster
In the shape of this child
Who later cried :

"But Jesus made me, so
Jesus save me from
pity, sympathy
And people discussing me
A frame of useless limbs
What can make good of
the bad that's been done?"

And if the lights were out
Could you even bear
To kiss her full on the mouth
(Or anywhere?) ohh..no

Poor twisted child
So ugly, so ugly
Poor twisted child
Oh hug me, oh hug me
One November
Spawned a monster
In the shape of this child
Who must remain
A hostage to kindness
And the wheels underneath her
A hostage to the kindness
And the wheels underneath her
A symbol of where mad, mad lovers
Must pause and draw the line.

So sleep and dream of love
Cause it's the closest
You will get to love ohh
Love
That November
Is a time
Which I must
Put out of my mind

Oh, one fine day
Let it be soon
She won't be rich or beautiful
But she'll be walking your streets
In the clothes that she went out
And chose for herself

Pour l'amour des chiens

Plus je connais les hommes, plus j'aime les chiens.

Overheard at The Ranch

Often times, the funniest moments occur in the most mundane circumstances.  I truly treasure these moments when I find myself breaking out in laughter.  Out of the mouths of babes, as they say...

Bernard:  "Emma, Daddy can't color right now as I am on the toilet."  (When you want to break out the crayons with your Daddy, is location really all that important?)  ;)

Eamon:  "Daddy, your baby smells again."  (Emma is Mommy's baby when she has a clean diaper and Daddy's baby when she doesn't.  I like Eamon's line of thinking on this one.)

Eamon:  "Scooby Dooby Doo, where are you?  We need some work to do now."  (Close enough, but really, we don''t need more work to do now.  We have enough now, thanks, at least Mommy does).

Emma:  "I Love you, Mama."  (Emma, Mommy loves you with all of her heart!!!)

Eamon: "I'm a rhinestone cowboy, da da Da!"  (That boy needs to try karaoke).

7 Eamons, 1 Emma, and 1 Uncle Tim

Uncle Tim enjoys all things photography.  Here is one of his projects, created from several photos of Eamon.  Emma, golf club in hand, looks on at the silly photo shoot.  (Sometimes it does seem like there are seven Eamons running around).

Mistakes Were Made

This cartoon reminds me of Eamon.

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