ChattaBaby

hard veins and soft hands pt.2

At the doctor's office I partook in a conversation that went something like this.

Elderly woman #1 - My goodness. Did ya see in the news where that boy got killed?
Elderly woman #2 - Yeah......(45 sec pause)......No I didn't see that.
Elderly woman #1 - My goodness. They beat em and took his Michael Jackson shoes.
Barry - If he was wearing Michael Jackson shoes they should have beat his ass pretty good.

fin

hard veins and soft hands

I'll have you know that I work way too much. I have a gold mine at home and I spend 10-12 hours here, making copies of stuff. I am starting to think that all this work and stress is eroding my health. I should also mention that I am a sensitive hypochondriac which may mean that work and stress are only eroding my extra-curricular peace of mind. That said, I am headed to see my old buddy, Dr Lawrence so we can discuss how bizarre it is that I have a hard vein in my right arm...hard as a teenage pecker. I have been to see a few doctors about this thing and I have taken all sorts of pills and the bastard won't soften up (I grossed myself out thinking about a vein softening up). I hope doc puts in a bionic vein that never gets crusty.

Barry P.I.

Can we get to the bottom of what's causing duplicate messages. Mary or Megan, did you do anythig out of the ordinary or did TypePad Screw up? I'm thinking that maybe it was sluggish and you hit submit twice or thrice, thinking it didn't do anything the first time. I would hate to have to switch to HaloScan. Any clues would be appreciated.

-Mgmt

springy

The weather around here has been gorgeous, and I can't help but forgo housework so Sarah and I can spend tons of time park-hopping. Afterall, everyone has bought the girl so many cute dresses and summer outfits, isn't it only right that she start wearing them? This picture is Sarah tearing apart her first dandelion. She loves trying to make me eat the yellow ones, and then I saw this one on the edge of our lawn and she was entralled at how the little wispys would blow away when she touched them. If we keep this up, we might get a whole yard full of the suckers next year. Oh boy!

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I suppose I am proud to be like Clinton but OUCH to that description. What the hell do I know about popular opinion. As far as I can tell, the general population wants to A. Kill Muslims B. Prevent same-sex marriages and C. Drive the largest vehicle allowed - all abhorrent concepts to me. Hey, at least I wasn't Cortez.

The New Kid

After much thoughtful consideration and hearing much "You know you want to" sisterly pressure,Brenna Tinsley is on the Web. And already Mama Mary is well on her way to posting much more than I can. Make sure to check it every couple hours, because I'm sure there will be something new. I have been going blog crazy lately. It is so much fun that I think everyone should be doing it.

No time for naps

Today was Sarah's first Baby Superstar Easter Spectacular! Complete with a trip to church and marshmallow Peeps. She was kickin' it full-throttle all day long. Her eyes looked at me to say, "Who needs naps when you have sugar? Am I right? Eeeeeeee!" There was candy, a Peep and Black Forest cake to be devoured, and she did. But before the sweets there was church, which I wanted to do but was nervous about because I know Sarah's attention span. Well, I thought I did. I packed the diaper bag with every distraction I thought I might have to go through in an hour service: pacifier, bottles (juice AND milk), cheerios, crackers, books and stuffed elephant, as well as a shiny necklace and bracelet on me. Well, Sarah had NO outbursts. She sat on laps and listened to the music and played with Nonnie's bracelet THE WHOLE TIME. She was wonderful. And I haven't been to church in years, but I would have gone sooner if I knew PONIES are now part of the deal. Yes, an honest-to-goodness HORSE in the sanctuary. "Jesus" rode him down one aisle and back up the other. The service was then filled with lots and lots of great music. It was nice to be in church again, since I honestly can't remember the last time I was.s

Remember this name:

Hao Chov. Our dear friend has been accepted into a premier residency program at the Skowhegan School of Painting and Sculpture. The faculty directories are like the who's who in contemporary art. I am very jealous and excited for you. I can always say I knew you when...and we can sell our personal Chov collection to put Chattababy through Wellesley. Congratulations.

The big apple

I just had my weekend (Tuesday and Wednesday), and for some reason it felt like forever. I think it was the beautiful weather today. Whatever the case, I really soaked up the days and had a great time with Sarah, as well as date night that Barry already talked about. Now I'm waiting on newspapers so I can go home, but all I seem to have energy for is searching New York City hotels. Barry and I are leaving the girl with Nana and Grandpa so we can live it up in the Big Apple for two nights. We haven't booked a hotel yet, though, because it is just so much fun to look at them all. Some have 24-hour complimentary espresso bars, and one has plasma tvs in the rooms and ipods available. Available for what? Who cares. I'll take one!

Be Cool

Megan has been working what is the equivalent of seven full-time jobs. She has been holding up better than I have, considering Chattababy is really beginning to challenge us and at times can wear us out with her squallin'. It would make sense that every now and again Meg is entitled to an evening out - movie and dinner type thing - and if i get to come along, than all the better. Last night she needed a break so I did what most caring partners would do. I hit some balls at the range - then called for a sitter while we made plans to escape. We'll call it a datescape...no, that sounds like a WHERE, not a WHAT. We'll call it a Wednesdate (a WHEN-WHAT). So on our Wednesdate we went to the new RAVE movie theater in East Ridge to see Be Cool. Not a particularly great film but gees what a theater complex. The wierd part was, amongst all the slickness. there was a staff that was friendly...and BAD! We found ourselves obsessing over the lack of production by the snack bar employees even though they were plentiful and as far as I can tell, very busy. Running around like carpenter ants - getting popcorn, nachos, drinks, loading the butter boiler, polishing the Mike & Ikes - you got it. The line wasn't moving. It was as if the food was eating itself...or the food and the drinks were eating and drinking each other...or the employees were eating and drinking the food and drink...or the popcorns were dissolved by the airborn RAVE-toxins. The latter is my theory, substantiated by the tiny ass kernels in our bucket. Seriously, we must have gotten the bottom of the P-Corn stash because we were chowing on some butter-crumbs. I loved it, though. Any situation, be it waiting eternally for Goobers or watching a sequel of a movie that wasn't good the first go-round, is heaven with my perfect baby-mama. Megan, thanks for fab Wednesdate and for being FLAMING HOT!!! You will always be the top of my P-corn stash.