Life

She is busy. No? How are you doin?

Bwo wow wow wow, chicka bwow wow wow

The Susannah Hoffs, Matthew Sweet cover of Second Hand News is really choice. It reminds you just how great the Mac collective songwriting abilites were.

3 Little Words

Stumbled across this artist on one of my music fishing trips. It's FRANKMUSIC'S 3 Little Words, currently not available in the US. : (

I still get chills when I see E climbing a tree. I remember as a kid feeling that power as your scramble up gripping one branch after another as you hoist yourself up and up and up. The ground fading as you enter the world of leaves and small hidden things tucked into corners.

Sometimes he'll call for help but if I approach he'll say no I can do it. So I've learned to watch and just tell him "you're ok, just put your foot there."

Each week he seems to get a little higher and a little higher. I can still reach him now but it's tough giving him that space to explore while my own instincts tell me to PROTECT PROTECT! I know it's only a matter of time before he's too high and then out of sight entering the world of closed doors and private phone calls. For now, I'll take every Daddy I need you and hold it close.

Cheers

Sotomayor is a fun word to say. Soto! My OOOR! It sounds like something you'd say after taking a drink. SOTOMAYOR! Thanks, I'll have another.

TAAAAXI!

We had a blast in New York. I love it up there. If only it weren't so dayum expensive. E was chatting everybody up. The funniest part was after dinner one night we decided to walk the 20 blocks or so back to the hotel. E walked most of it and then got tired so we carried him the rest of the way. He decided he'd had enough so whenever he saw a taxi he started yelling "WE NEED A RIDE!" We had to wave quite a few cabs to go on. Random people were cracking up as he kept yelling "WE NEED A RIIIIIIDE!"

Anyone use home exchanges? It seems a bit ooky but then again it would be a cheap way to travel. I put the question to you dear reader. What do you think?

Jon & Kate please go work it out far from the cameras. I don't think anyone is getting any help from seeing this train heading for that cliff.

Overheard on the elevator this morning, "I woke up and thought I need some Cheeto's."



Cheetos / Cheeto's hmmm neither one looks right. I like the initial Cheeto bite but then I never feel like I can get that damn Cheeto smell off my fingers and the hours old Cheeto smell is muy unappetizing.

I probably shouldn't buy the 100 calorie snack packs and then proceed to eat them 3 at a sitting.

better and best

By the way, I now know how to label something if it's better than awesome: it's SUPER awesome... from my son.

Baghdaddy Brouhaha

Interesting development in Baghdad:

Change has certainly come to Baghdad. And it appears that includes the U.S. Embassy, where they are holding what the invitation says is the first-ever U.S. Embassy Gay Pride Theme Party next Friday at Baghdaddy's, which is the embassy employee association's pub.

"Come celebrate the start of Summer with color . . . and in costume!" the May 10 invitation says. "Dress in drag or as a gay icon. All are welcome." The invitation was attached to what was called an "All Hands Alerts" e-mail.


http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2009/05/21/AR2009052104048.html?hpid=news-col-blog



I'm not sure if this is bravery or foolishness but props to the souls who put this on.

Elmo is a professional!

Ricky Gervais stops by Sesame Street and things go a bit awry.

American Idol

Note to AI contestants: Saying "I had a good time." is not a valid excuse for screwing up a performance.

Oh Tatianna. When Paula Abdul is giving you advice, your problems are much bigger than getting kicked off a game show.

Let them eat early boy

I now know why parents of toddlers always seem so frazzled. It's those innocent looking kids. They drive you insane. You find yourself acting in certifiably crazy ways. Ways that as a childless person you would have tut-tutted over in a crowded restaurant.

On my Insane Bunny Diet, I'm restricted to the number of things that I can eat. I follow the IBD rules and everybody is happy, but.... I cherish my food. I'll probably need to reevaluate this relationship at some point. I've taken to eating just my salad with E and saving my entree for after he goes to bed. You see he always asks for whatever I'm eating. Normally we'd be eating the same things but since he has the metabolism of a hummingbird I have to cut waaaay back.

So I try to guesstimate how much and which foods he's going to ask for. After a particularly bad day with much stress I found myself yelling about a cherry tomato. "No, it's my tomato! Stop asking me for every tomato! Eat your spaghetti!"

Rational self says "It's just one tomato. Give it to him."

Hungry self over-rules. "No, he's always taking my food. Let him make his own damn dinner. It's bad enough I have to cook all this food I can't eat."



His garden this summer is going to be filled with a certain plant....

Bunny fever

My how time flies when you're travelling, working like a small slightly hungry puppy and starting a diet.

YES, I'm dieting and I'm not happy that it's come to this but the distinct lack of exercise has resulted in a waistline expanding like the deficit. There are only so many things that you can do with a salad and a list of healthy vegetables. I'm trying different combinations:

Lettuce with radish and snow pea
Spinach with radish and sprouts
Spinach with sprouts and cucumbers
spinach with lettuce and snow pea

repeat over and over and over

Curse this metabolism and my lack of willpower

happily holidays

May you all have a most joyous and wonderful holiday season.

Love to you and yours.

B and the B family

Tamales in the mf'ing white house

I was watching the HGTV White House Xmas Special (yes, I am THAT gay) and the designers were complimenting Mz. Bush on her selection of red, white, and blue for the white house decorations and I'm thinking could a first lady BE any more lazy?

She merely had to flop her gin-soaked head to one side, look at a flag and slur "Red, white, and blue." The garland was festooned with silver eagles. Silver Eagles! WTF? That's not Christmasy. On Christmas Eve they have their Texas traditional tamales. Tamales! The Bushes aren't Texan or Mexican, but I'm guessing the WH chefs balked at pigs in a blanket.

Then today I saw on CNN they were showing Laura next to Michelle Obama and it just made me so happy all over again to know that we'll have a talented gorgeous un-Joker like lady in the White House... and you can bet she won't be picking red, white and blue and tamales next year.

Get ready to deeeeyance!

On Moooondays I never go to work!

My basement was partially flooded this morning, I got a speeding ticket on the way into work, my son is acting like Bruce Lee hitting all of his classmates, I'm on antibiotics for my sinus infection, and I have a paper cut on my finger that hurts every time I type the letter "a" ow.

How's your day going???!