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Bus Songs

Well, it’s a new day here in Big DumpTruck land. This morning I stayed home later than usual to take Mookie to his first field trip ever! My little boy is growing up! He got to take a ride on a school bus ALL the way from one end of the street to the other, where there is a farm stand. They are going to see the animals and pick pumpkins. This is a complete thrill, or should have been if he hadn’t decided to burst into tears on me.
I think it might be my fault. I told him “Don’t forget to tell the bus driver that the wheels on his bus go ’round and ’round” and about 2 minutes later he started sobbing “I don’t want to sing!” I’ll never learn.

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Coffee

Keith prepares the coffee pot each night before we go to bed. Right now I am sitting at the counter, doing some work on the laptop, and all I can smell are the coffee grounds just waiting to be kissed by the hot water in the morning. It is hurting me to just sit here smelling that.

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Blogs

Guys did chicks with their own blogs, right? I didn’t even know the word existed until very recently. I don’t want to muck up the regular dump too much. I mean, if I use all my energy here, what will be left for dumpage?

Anyway, this is sort of in test mode for a few days. Then I’ll put a link to it from the homepage.

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Open Letter to the US Mint

Dear US MINT

I just wanted to drop you a note to let you know that you can ease up on the pennies. I’ve got way too many of them. I’ve got enough to last me for the rest of my life, to be honest. Plus, they are only worth a penny each, so it works out that I spent more on the bank that holds them than the face value of the contents. That doesn’t really seem fair. I have heard of charities who do penny drives, and I will certainly keep my eyes open for one near me, but in the meantime, I have pennies everywhere. Every surface is a great place to put a penny. I’ve got them in my wallet, in the console of my car, on my bureau, and in my change jar. They are on top of my CPU at work, as well as in the pencil tray. Gosh, I wish there was a penny candy store around the corner so I could unload these puppies and get something really cool in return. Like orange-flavored Tootsie Roll Midgees. Or Sixlets. You know, the best candy you can buy for little or no money.

My biggest problem for the past two years was keeping them away from my son because there have been reports that of all pocket change, pennies can cause some sort of poisoning if ingested. Of course, this would make for an interesting episode of “Diagnosis: Murder,” don’t you think? Kill someone by making them eat a handful of change!

So all I’m asking is that you declare another penny shortage so that I’ll feel really good about all the hoarding I’ve done the past couple of years, and the bank won’t look at me sideways when I bring in my jar.

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