Sunday, December 26, 2010

what's this bunch of . . .

gloomy pussies? Or some such that I recently heard on The Sound of Music.

Oh how I laughed and laughed. I mean, good stuff. And then I spent 10 minutes trying to think of Faye Dunaway's name because I thought the potential baroness looked like her. So I said to theMomica, "Oh, that potential wife/baroness looks like 'NO MORE WIRE HANGERS EVER!' lady." "Joan Crawford?" "Well, yah, but the actress who played her." "Right. I think her name was something like Joan . . . Crawford." With that mental roadblock firmly in place, it took me some solid mental computing time to come up with the right name.

Anyway, the GPs is a great band/fantasy name, so feel free to use it.

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Monday, December 20, 2010

Cuddlebunnies wants to know . . .


Sunday, December 19, 2010

three teeth

Lincoln has 3 teeth now. Two of which he likes to grind together. Apparently, babies don't have the phrase "nails on a chalkboard" as part of their vernacular. Yowsers.

I have been busy. I am trying to rsync files to my parents' computer remotely. This is DEFCON 3 computer dorkery! BEWARE! So, I get kind of obsessed with figuring out how to do it. I have told you before, but back your stuff up. Burn it to a DVD. Go. Now. You will lose it. It's just the way life is. And if you don't lose it, it will only be because you have a nearby backup.

What else is new? Hmmm, back to LL. He crawls now and does calculus, so that's cool. He kissed the baby on a diaper box. OH and I'm the worst father ever.

I thought I could grab his bottle from across the hall without him doing any damage to himself. Long story short, he touched the space heater. OMG. And he had a cold, so his daddy-induced screams of pain were kind of muted by his laryngitis. It made me cry. And then he got tiny little blisters on his tiny little hands and the shame and guilt of a million Catholics descends on me whenever I see his right hand. For serious. The next day I emailed a buddy and asked him to tell me that he too had irreparably harmed one of his children, even if it was a lie. I'm not sure, but I think he still loves me. I hope.

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Thursday, December 09, 2010

check out this weirdo

I officially challenge her to a game of mercy.


Friday, December 03, 2010

Foux Du Fafa

Is it a faux pas that I wore an undershirt you can read through your overshirt? Yes, yes, it is, but only to the French. I think I’m going to be all right here.