Doom Castle Carrot Phase

She has been sleeping in a castle-shaped tent in her room

Her new favorite saying: "We're doomed!"

This kid requests carrots for dessert when ice cream is an option. That's not okay.

A manic babbling phase has set in and I find myself having to tune out, by necessity of maintaining my own sanity.

But when you do tune in, it's damn funny.

She hates Goodbyes

Still Stealing Warmth And Wi-Fi

In an ongoing daily attempt at finding warmth and power we've now decided to go get our tires rotated and oil changed, a free service at our dealership, so BAM! We already checked off Dansbury Park playground, Crossing Outlets, Dunkin Donuts (x2), YMCA, somewhere else maybe, I can't remember. I vaguely remember that horrible new book store on Lincoln Ave, thousands of paperbacks and nothing worth the salt, but I did find a copy of Richard Dawkins The Ancestor's Tale for $1. Bought it. Maybe I will read it tonight by candlelight. That is unless the laptop doesn't have enough power for me to play Starcraft all night.

Yes Starcraft. Like the original Starcraft from 1998. I bought it when I got my first very own computer and fell in love. It's the only video game I've gave a damn enough to play and every 5 or so years I find an excuse       to break it out again. This may be it. Or I may be suckered into watching another awful rom/com. I guess it's whatever goes best with grilled cheese and soup.

We're Still Trying

Not too much. Long day of rearing. Tomorrow will be longer. The rule of days doesn't affect me. And seasons? I was outside raking in shorts and t-shirt yesterday. Today it snowed. And now Laura is doing the taxes. I do the bills all year if she does the taxes. It'll be ugly I'm sure. Yuula makes cat sounds now, and not the nice ones. But she can drink out of an open cup. Kinda. She gets so excited about it and shakes the water out. That's okay because we'll be outside soon. And we got a big outside week coming up. Readying the yard. Bigtime. Plus a few finishing touches in the bedroom and redoing the old shed. Time to get my shoes dirty. Time to put my shoes on. I think Laura's done with the taxes. The taxes aren't done. She is.

Eyes: Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland
Ears: Flights - Anywhere But Where I Am

For That You Get This

Where has this week gone? Kinda can't believe it's Friday. Haven't really been keeping up with things. Maybe I need to switch to a stronger morning beverage. Maybe I need to stop DVRing First Take. I can't hear the same fabricated arguments everyday. It makes my week blurry and I FF>> most of it anyhow. Enough Tebow. Friday workday. Good to have a plateful at 6am. Yuula is awake but I am not entertaining her. When Laura walked out the front door I heard a cry from the crib. Those two have the Shining. But she's slowly settling back down. I don't think she needs to be up at 5:30am. I think even Sprout has infomercials. Gives me time to unload the camera. And for that, you get this...

the Everymorning

showing maternals

stacked cats

nightsnacks

mini chilly

tastes symmetrical

totfan

Mommy Stickerface

painful piggies

caught her

what? You don't like pizza?

...and

She's back to sleep.

Eyes: NBC sitcoms
Ears: Dale Cooper Quartet & The Dictaphones

Those Nothings Are Everything

Tonight, we strategically placed the fans around our bed.



We watched the Oprah finale yesterday. It was the first episode I've ever seen.



Going East, Yuula likes compressed air. She prefers fresh air going West.



We just lost power.



What does it say about us if we don't enjoy the good dancers on this show as much as we enjoy the trainwrecks?



Lights will guide you home.



Yuula will kiss us and say yum, but not when we ask her to. She also took 2 steps, but only once.



Is Dubai safe?



How do you convert square feet into cubic yards? We are not equipped for this.



We gotta stop eating so many strawberries.

Zygotic Fanfaronade Panglosian Balderdash

Generic Rambling

Is it Tuesday already? Big snow tomorrow. My money's on a family day at home. The cupboard is not prepared.



Yuula hasn't been many places yet in her life, but she's seen the inside a high school boy's locker room.



Today I learned Laura hates Fruity Pebbles. I have evidence that says otherwise.



All this music in the world and the only song in my head is the six second ditty on Yuula's jumparoo.



The red lines mean open ended, not flanged. That is a whole new world.



I drew a self portrait of myself on my cell phone, and it's the most artistic thing I've ever done.



This is our wagon, but that's not our cat.

I Had To Keep On Moving

I really had no right being in as good a mood as I was today. Back to work after a glorious three day weekend. I kept singing that Matthew Wilder song, "ain't nothing gonna break-a my stride, ain't nothing gonna slow me down, Oh No!" you know the one. I think I was singing it out loud for a while. Got a few looks. I also talked a little baseball. Place is full of Mets fans. The Latino guys anyhow. The rest are for Philly. But I had the punch/serrate guy offer me some box seats, when he couldn't use them of course. His sister gets them thru work. This is something people say quite often. But wouldn't it be nice. That was another song I sang in my head today.

But what I did most of the day? That little drawing up there. I think it's good, for a scratch pad scribble. I see a guy drawing a bow & arrow. Maybe I subconsciously visualized what I might rather be doing. Maybe I was trying to look busy. Maybe I have figured this thing out.

Tonight is our second lamaze class. It's the third class in the series, because we missed the first one. For everyone else in our class it's the third. It's our second. I hope we don't get confused. I hope we stretch again. I felt my bones. They felt good.

Lazy Rain Ends A Holiday

That's what we can do. Blame it on the rain. Milli had something there. Or maybe it was Vanilli. Which one killed himself? That one I think wrote it. That and Girl You Know It's True. The other one wrote the crappy songs. Ironic. Unfortunate. But that is not the point of this.



Don't get excited. There actually is no point of this. Just been a lazy day really. And even tho there is much to do, a patio to finish, gardens to prune, a there are baby items scattered across the entire property, as if someone dropped them out of a plane. But a lazy day is meant to be just that. So it's been Law & Order and the Mets game and begrudgingly, Bridezillas marathon.



I don't think I've had a shirt on all day and Laura has positioned herself on the couch like a sunning walrus. She cleaned out her wallet and I paid a few bills. She gathered all the gift diapers and I restored my iPod. Laura baked some cookies; oatmeal, which are almost gone, and I clipped my toenails; on my left foot. So while none of these things were on any to-do lists, I think we can still call today progressive.



So cases solved, Orioles swept and bitches wed, belly full of brown rice and oatmeal raisin and gonna head to bed early, if only to escape the smell of burned broccoli. Tomorrow is back to work early and I gotta say, I'm anxious.

Eyes: Tim & Eric Vodka movies
Ears: The Cowsills - The Rain, the Park and Other Things

Evacuate My Entire Head

this is how we survive in accordance to the beauty that we find

In Small Town America

intentions are unimportant



importance is irrelevant



relevance in non-existent



existence is what's left