ChattaBaby

Draft Day

Last night we had our annual Fantasy Football Draft and it seems to have gone very well. We had more long-distance participants this year than we ever have. I remember 4 or 5 years ago when I first started participating in a FFL I had know idea how much it would consume me and enrich the entire NFL experience. That said, may I be the first to introduce you to YOUR 2005-06 Minnesota Timberlakes?:

Aren't they something else? I just keep looking into their little eyes and wondering what I did to deserve such a great bunch. Guess who they are and you get a cookie.

as i was saying...

So, our dear friend at A New Day featured this site today and it has occupied me for a ridiculous amount of time. Make one and post the link. I want to see how funny my friends are.

i pod my baby.

If Sarah wore onesies still, these would be all she would wear...hell, I might try to squeeze her in to one of these now. i pod your baby here. Also, check this out

I suppose you can send them any photo and they will apple-ize it. pretty sharp. Check out more samples here. Thanks to Wang (coworker) for sniffing these out.

It's time we put Evil Ricky on the Web site

This picture always cracks me up

My weekly post

I keep checking Chattababy, knowing fully well that I have posted nothing in many days, but hoping for something new to read, nonetheless. I have read Barry's birthday story several times now. Well done.

Anyway, like usual things have been so busy lately. Nana and Ba-pa (?) left this morning. Poor Pippin is going to go into withdrawal. She is crazy for Nana. Sarah almost leapt out of my arms when she saw her through a restaurant door the other day.

I have been using my spare time these past few days scouring flights to Florida! I think we have decided to take a fall trip. I am so excited. Barry says he needs the beach. My head is already there.t

it's my birthday too, yeah!

Danke to the W-----s, T------s and S-------s for a fantazimal mazzimal suprotazzimal birthday bash.

The recount: August 16th, (my birthday) I left work early and went home to change into shorts so I could hit some golf balls before meeting up with the families. Minor setback: A squirrel like force was clawing its way through my abdomen. I have no idea what was going on but the pain was eventually expelled if you catch my drift. The labor hours necessary to remedy this problem dampened my golf plans, so I flopped down on the couch, ate a few almonds and flipped on the tv to watch some preseason NFL re-runs.

I awoke a while later to the realization that I had been sleeping. I was going to be late for my own birthday party.

I was only a few minutes late. Attendees: Dad, Mom, Sister, Mom-in-law, Dad-in-law, Sis-in-law, Niece, Wife and sweet sweet Chattababia. We met at Rib & Loin. I had the pork shoulder. I opened a ton of presents and cards.

Note to loved ones: It feels a bit funny receiving such lavish gifts and immense amounts of cash on one's 31st birthday. Children ought to be spoiled on their birthday but once in your thirties it just feels silly...adults give other adults chia pets, theater tickets, magazine subscriptions and stuff from the "As Seen on TV" store...nothing over 20 bucks. I am grateful for such generosity but I fully expect to be chia'd on the 32nd. Seriously.

My friend Jarrod called during dinner to wish me a good one, which means alot considering how busy he tends to be and that I never seem to remember my friends' birthdays. Noteables: Xerox technicians, Damien and Tom get big points for birthday greetings via phone call as well.

Meal ended and we shuffled across the parking lot to Sir Goony's Family Fun Center. We played half a course of mini golf in an impending thunderstorm. My Father-in-law spanked my lily-white but failed to collect on the $20 wager because we did not finish.

Note to Sir Goony: Sir, if you don't mind me asking, what the hell happened to your Fun Center? It has fallen into such disrepair and this makes me sad. At the very least, stick a leaf blower up the lizards anus every once in a while so our balls won't get caught.

We retired to Baskin Robbins where we gleefully ate frozen treats and reflected on the past 31 years of my life...ok, not really. I think at this point everyone was a bit fatigued of ME as a topic (that's "me" capitalized, not the state of Maine abbreviated). BR sidenote: the 31 flavors/years old parallel was not lost on us. Unfortunately I did not have the appetite nor the figure to accomodate the sampling of all 31 flavors.

All in all, a great time. I love you guys.

the two-headed pontoon pilot

So I don't forget her while she's gone

What's-her-name

Sarah is on a sleepover with Nana and Grandpa and Aunt Mary and cousin Brenna. Why Nana thought to do this, I don't know, but they are angels, all of them. I said goodbye to Sarah at 2:00 this afternoon. I picked her up to carry her to Nana's car — and she cried. She cried because she wanted Nana to hold her. I'm yesterday's news. So I'm babyless for 24 hours, although working Friday night and Saturday morning I'm always babyless for that time. But Barry, on the other hand, is hopefully out there, living it up watching Titans pre-season football or some other nonbaby activity. The guy can sleep till noon!

However, the sleepover has made me a wad of emotions. Of course I worry that my baby is sad without me (Although when I called tonight I was told that she called my sister "Mama.") And of course there's guilt, because what did I do to deserve this? But deep down I'm still excited because this is yet another accomplishment for all of us in this new, baby-revolving-around world.›

Wow. She actually turned away from the giant tv