Monday, July 31, 2006

Just a thought.

If the landlady has the nerve to respond thus to our broken air conditioner: "It will be fixed when it's fixed" WE should be able to respond thus to our rent due tomorrow: "It will be paid when it's paid".

Saturday, July 29, 2006

We're back!

There's something rather bittersweet about getting back into range of familiar radio stations after being on the road for 15 days.

Much more to follow.

Thursday, July 13, 2006

When life hands you lemons*... (alternate title: Good grief! Is this turning into a photo blog?**)

Washed this bag last week and seriously, it should have come with a label stating "Does not play well with others"

Exhibit A: (there were other exhibits but I don't want to bore you with photos of ALL the items it ruined, the blog will do enough to bore you. Plus, I don't want to burst into tears.)

And so, busy making lemonade. With a friend, nonetheless. (What a fun evening!) I just don't want to show a photo of her as then you'll all just oooh and ahh over her handiwork as opposed to mine and I have a fragile ego.

Ta da!***

* Mmm, lemonade.
** Yeah, probably. Soon we leave on holidays and I imagine it will just be more photo blogs after that. Sorry!
*** Oh yeah, for those of you who didn't already know, I decided to shave my head about a week ago.


I enjoy wedding photography. A lot. I even enjoy all the stuff that comes with it: labeling all the photos (300+ in this case), organizing the album, scanning some of the best shots, creating discs. All of it. But for some bizarre reason I can't get my ass (nor any other part of my body) in gear this time to get this one finished off and sent off. And I have to. We're leaving on holidays on Saturday. What's the matter with me?

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Take me out to the ball game.

6:45: We're arriving at the ballpark. The reality of what-seemed-like-a-good-idea-on-Father's-Day is starting to be questionable. Yes, I bought rockin' good seats for viewing the game. But, I failed to check if they were aisle seats. And we are here with an 8! month! old! (Strike 1)
7:23: Wow! Things seem to be going fairly well. She hasn't squawked yet and I never even brought any toys (Strike 2. I'm well on my way for Mother of the Year.)
8:00: Seriously! This is amazing. Not even a moment of fussing. Time to treat her with a little cotton candy. Any teeth that were thinking of coming out have now hidden in fear of The Sugar. (Strike 3. Seriously. Cotton Candy?!)
9:00: That boy in the row behind us may be annoying the crap out of J-L and me with his loud play-by-play but he makes my daughter smile and for that all is forgiven.
9:20ish: Game is done. A success. Seriously, this kid is astonishing us everyday. But, I do know one of the secrets to the nights triumphant success. It was outside. She loves being outside more than she loves me. Well, practically. That's my girl.

P.S.1: Final score: 3 nothing for our team. Woohoo! (All three homeruns nonetheless.)


Tuesday, July 11, 2006

Moments (for lack of a real post)

Based on this from last year I have to say that I found this moment quite pleasing.

Thursday, July 06, 2006

It's here!

Now, if only Abby and I didn't feel like big balls of crap and could actually enjoy the event.

Tuesday, July 04, 2006

Wordless Weekend Update.