Thursday, November 30, 2006

Sara's Deli

Tomorrow (Friday) is Bob's last day at Sara's Deli. His first day of class is Monday. I am both sad and relieved to see him leave Sara's. We had thought this would be his dream job, and he really did love working there. Baking great bread is his "gift" and we had thought we had found someplace he could work it out. When he was hired he was told that he would get a significant raise when they could afford it, which never happened. The place will almost certainly close in the spring and it is better that he leaves now. It does feel a bit like we're deserting family, though.

Anywho. I'm a bit nervous and all, but Bob doesn't seem to be. I hope this all works out!

Official Wiggly Statement

Here's the official statement from the Wiggles website. And here's a video of Greg's message to his fans. He looks well.

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

Good News and Bad News

Greg Page is leaving the Wiggles -- due to a chronic condition called orthostatic intolerance. So he's not likely to Wiggle again, but he's not dying. Maybe he'll be able to do more solo song writing? I don't know if he'd even be well enough to record things solo.

Anyway there's the scoop.

The Rumors are Greg is Quitting

The Wiggles have scheduled a press conference for tomorrow morning to make a "major announcement relating to members of the group." See here and here.

I'm glad we got to see them while Greg was still Wiggling. Sam is not the same.

Greg at the August Wichita, KS concert.

Friday, November 24, 2006

Thank you!

I got home tonight, and in the mail was an anonymous Christmas card, with a $50 gift card to Walmart. It was mailed from Wichita. So thank you, however it is! This will be saved for January, when we will definitely need it.

Chilling

On the way home from an all-day gaming party:

Me: Pauly, is your brother asleep?
Pauly: Yes!
Roger: I'm not asleep, I'm just chilling!

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Grammar

Last night I told Roger to go tell Daddy that it was time to eat.

R: Daddy, daddy it's time for eat!
Bob: It's time for eat? laughed
R: It's time for eating. It's time for eating.

My two and a half year old corrects his own grammar. In another year he'll be correcting mine!