Monday, September 29, 2008

1 year down . . .

Happy Anniversary Baby!

Hard to believe a whole year has already gone by, yes? No? Seemed like 2 years? Is it like that scene in the Jerk? "The first day seemed like a week and the second day seemed like 5 days . . ." I never quite understood that because isn't it supposed to seem to go FASTER? That's why he was the Jerk.

At any rate, here's to 80 more of the same. I imagine I won't have a blog, but instead a direct wireless connection to the //public/blog folder of my brain. Affirmative.

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Monday, September 22, 2008

i would already hate us and we haven't moved in yet . . .

So, theMonica made me take a picture of us in front of the "Sold" sign on our new home. (Did I tell you we found a house?) Our northernly next door neighbor was in his driveway while our real estate agent tried in vain to get our camera to take pictures with a dead battery. All I could think about was how if I were the neighbor I would have been running inside to tell theMonica that our new neighbors were cheeseballs. Not that I'm above such whimsy. I am totally a cheeseball just not in the "taking a picture next to the sold sign of your new home" mold.

Anyway, we are trying to negotiate an extended stay for the sign so we can have a proper photoshoot. I am going to bring the giant 2008 numbers so we can pose on those with our chins resting on our crossed hands.


Thursday, September 18, 2008

diced tomatoes, the cockroach of the vegetable kingdom

Similarities abound: Smallish, ineradicable, snot-based, horrible taste, hidden within the crevices of an otherwise solid structure (salad/home), can't be trusted, germ infested, poisonous(?).

They are both disgusting and must be stopped.

The revolution will be blogged.


Wednesday, September 17, 2008

"I know you were talking . . . "

"But I wasn't listening."


Wednesday, September 10, 2008

where does one buy neck bolts?

In, broken face news, I got one. I gave myself a nice, Frankenstein-sized scratch on my forehead. How? It’s all about cascading injuries. As noted earlier, I hurt my rinky playing roller hockey. So, when I play hockey, I wear a splint to strengthen/protect it. Well, this makes it difficult to take my mask on and off for quick water breaks. Being unable to grab the mask, I kind of slide it up and down my face. Well, said face caught something scratchy and RIP! Oddly, the day after, no one really asked me about it. I was expecting at least 5 to 10, “Dude, what with your beautiful face?”

Incidentally, because of the disparity between the ice temperature and the air temperature, there was a dense fog throughout the rink. I literally could not see the other goalie. It was like Gorillas in the mist or something, but no Sigourney Weaver to safeguard me.

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