Monday, August 29, 2005
Apparently. she has been expressing genes that were not inherited from me, recently.
Also, I will keep this in mind when she has a child of her own and is responsible for naming it. I will have to keep a close eye on the situation....
Thursday, August 25, 2005
Sunday, August 21, 2005
Metropolitan Museum of Art. We did it, long into the evening. Too
bad there were an overabundance of security guards making silly,
irrational demands from square one. I was trying to enjoy ART, for
god's sake, do you mind taking your bullying elsewhere? (But then
again, Noel, SFMD & I ARE a v. suspicious bunch...better keep an eye on us!!
We might....I dunno...laugh too loud or something. *wink*)
Friday, August 19, 2005
BBFK: "How are you, J?"
J: "Good. Tired."
BBFK: "I saw you last night..."
J: "Oh, where was that?"
BBFK: "At your boyfriend's. [He lives 3 houses down from me.] I was out for a run and called your name to say hi..."
J: "....That wasn't me."
BBFK: *confused* "Oh. Well a girl parked her car and went to his house. She looked just like you, but it was dark, so I couldn't see her face clearly..." *trailing off + looking disheartened*
J: "What was she driving?"
BBFK: "A VW."
J: "Yeah...I know who she is."
BBFK: *deflated look + stumped for what to say, as "Sorry that I've just given you evidence that your boyfriend is fucking another woman" just didn't seem right*
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
by Joseph Heller
Incredibly witty and funny, you have a taste for irony in all that you
see. It seems that life has put you in perpetually untenable situations, and your sense
of humor is all that gets you through them. These experiences have also made you an
ardent pacifist, though you present your message with tongue sewn into cheek. You
could coin a phrase that replaces the word "paradox" for millions of
Yeah. And anyone that knows me, KNOWS that this is my favorite book of all time. *high fives the fabulous quizz makers at Blue Pyramid*
Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.
Thanks to the lovely Rebekah for this, BTW.....(http://antisocialtendencies.blogspot.com/)
(Well, at least according to the resident expert, 3 yr old.)
No jokin' around there. No bother with a little, "I don't want it" or "We ate that yesterday, Mom." Nope, she went right in for the kill....no arguing with the ugly, tortured death induced by blueberries...
Sunday, August 14, 2005
We went on the rides.....
........The picture illustrates the headlock Noel puts me in as the
merry-go-round shakily starts, and continues to vibrate. She has a
stronger inhibition of danger than I do, apparently.
We played the games.....
.........Well, admittedly, just one, 'cause they are a rip-off and
they didn't even bother to have a duck-pond: the gold-standard in kids
festival games. The neighbor's scheme to assuredly win a prize for
Noel at the water-gun game (be the first bloke to squirt enough water
in a clown's mouth to break a balloon and win), was ruined when a
horde of straight-shooting kids showed up. Despite her brainstrom that
I should whore myself out in order to procure a nice, yellow, stuffed
duckling, I walked away. I felt complemented by her confidence in my
abilites to induce the gentleman game-operator to part with the
aforementioned duck, ("He's cute! Just batt your eyes and
smile...."), but the duck just wasn't THAT cute. And my girl already
has the amount of stuffed animals that should take 10 years to
accumulate (including a yellow duck, BTW)
We ate the food.....
........Although, here we diverged from the usual festival experience.
There was a cultural twist to this one. Instead of corn-dogs, cotton
candy, and fudge, the fare at this fest included
sausage/peppers&onions, cannolis, lemon ice, and pizza frittas.
Mmmmm...Evviva gli Italiano!
Friday, August 12, 2005
recluse. That was sort of odd, considering I was in NYC for the day.
It's always weird feeling lonely when you're surrounded. I had the
distinct feeling all day that there was some big secret that I was not
privy to. Here are the incidences and observations which fed that
1.) It all began when I spied a truck driving down the train tracks,
as I was sweating it out at the station (The East coast is currently
very stickystickysticky. Did I mention it's been humid out recently?)
Ummmmm....since when did TRUCKS drive on TRAIN tracks? (Check out the
picture....those red lights in the distance are the rear break-lights
of a truck.)
2.) The meeting that I had to attend was on a topic that I very
recently started learning about and only had a 17% likelihood of
pronouncing correctly. The people-involved rattled off acronyms and
technical jargon at a quick pace, oftentimes talking over each other.
Lucky me...I'm the lackey that gets to implement all their wording
desires...just as soon as I figure WTF they were talking about, that
3.) Ripply-muscled cops jumped on our crammed elevator as we rode in
the wrong direction to the lobby. They bantered about a guy who was
"able to walk around." Um....yeah. Normally not a noteworthy skill.
(As a nice bonus, the cop took an extra second to make a single
comment to my boss that got her rattled enough to pull me aside for a
confidence boost sort-of-question. Props, NYPD.)
4.) A stretcher rolled out of the hotel to a near-by ambulance.
5.) After managing to squeeze my body into one of the 2 seats left on
the densely populated train and position my bag in a way that didn't
encroach on other people's space, I realized that the boob-level
button of my shirt had worked its way undone.
6.) I found the driver's side car mirror on Car-bie was scratched to
shit. *shrugs shoulders* Wasn't me. My poor wounded Car-bie, who
hurt you and how could they be so mean and careless? (Car-bie will
likely remain scarred...I'm too poor to worry about cosmetic fixes.)
[Note: Following a viewing of Herbie:Full Throttle, Noel christened
our car with the name, Car-bie.]
Sunday, August 07, 2005
her mouth hung open long enough to consume a day's worth of protein
just from the bugs that entered! (Of course, she'd have a problem
with this because she would mourn the loss of all those bugs...she's
the sort that escorts bugs out of her house and gives them a little
cash to start a new home before sending them on their way. *wink*)
Anyways, when she arrived, the party for her was already in full
swing. We had consumed enough salad, sausage roll, fruit and cheese
appetizers to make us uncomfortable if we weren't sitting up straight,
done-in half the sherbet-champagne punch, and almost run out of
conversation. The party thrown by her soon-to-be-in-laws was in honor
of S's upcoming wedding, and was destined to be memorable, if only
because of the momentous amount of food (the main course included 7
large tins of Italian delicacies). There was a pedicure/manicure
station, a wine-tasting table, and scores of well-decorated tables
(with dragonflies for bug-loving S), all with a view of the ocean, as
we were a jump (literally) away from the beach. Thankfully, there was
drinking instead of guess-retarded-details-about-the-bride-to-be-games
and a stripper instead of um, er...actually the lack of any real
entertainment (like with other wedding showers I've been to). Yes, I
DID say a stripper...I'll get back to that. 'Course it was pretty
entertaining watching S wade through the tall pile of presents geared
at making her a homemaker. I had mine delivered by Noel, so as to add
another assurance of trust, beyond the obvious shape of the gift.
True-to-form, there was a book under the wrap. A cookbook to be more
precise. It was the bookmark that was the kicker (see photo). She
received the prescribed amount of kitchen appliances and tools,
candles, home-crotchet goods-destined never to leave the box, and
slinky underwear, i.e. buttfloss. Then policeman Giovanni showed up
because he'd heard S had been bad. He proceeded to flick his leather
belt in a whip-motion, handcuff S, take off his shirt, AND,
AND....that would be when the 3 year old and I took a walk. So much
for my first opportunity to see a stripper......We made it back for
the cake, cookies, and marshmallow salad though. I think I was in a
food-coma when I left, however, I was quite satisfied that S had been
thrown a party that sufficiently relished, embarrassed, and adored
her. Wishing you the best S and J.....
Thursday, August 04, 2005
(Noelspeak code: bummie=ass and BIG=grown-up....or so I like to tell
myself...*wink* *schedules in an extra run, just in case*)
Noel to Mom, again: You look so shiny, mama.
(Noelspeak code: shiny=good-to-me....not "dear god, please get some
soap for the oily-skin issue on your forehead.....!"
BBFK arrives to pick up Noel. Noel runs to get Big Boy Bryant and
holding his hand, insists that he needs to come over to her house.
Triple B's Mom enters and negotiations begin for the "BIG HANGOUT".
Sensing that progress is being made, Triple B and Noel jump up and
down, shouting "YAY!" while still holding hands. Discussion of
logistics ensue between the Moms, during which Triple B insists that
he stay over "a very long time", while Noel starts haggling for a
sleepover. The sleepover idea is immediately refuted and the proper
etiquette is explained. The first date is a dinner only; sleepovers
need to happen later in the relationship. ;)
Triple B and Noel have their first date.
Much jumping, toy-sharing, chalk-drawing, and Spiderman-viewing ensue.
Over homemade pepperoni pizza with a side of fresh carrots, Noel
offers to "tip" (code for "let's toast") and Triple B raises his glass
and says, "Cheers!". Plans for "BIG HANGOUT PART II: BIG BOY BRYANT'S
HOUSE" are discussed before the night is over.
Daddy comes to pick up Triple B, and Triple B is so distressed about
leaving Noel, he's not able to return a hug.
Noel returns the truck that Triple B had left at Noel's house.