Pocket Aces

The Tongue Chronicles, Part II

I'm at it again, and I recruited Marc this time. My sister is obviously horrified.

(Our rehearsal dinner - June 25th, 1999)

What's in YOUR wallet?

Because I currently lack good intro and segue skills, we're just gonna dive in to the first of many diverse topics:

1.  Much to the certain chagrin of the two of you who chimed in with opinions, we chose Get Smart over The Incredible Hulk last week. We had already gone off and made our choice before we saw your votes, so it's not like you were deliberately snubbed, so you can come out of your corners now. And - I liked Get Smart. Turns out Steve Carell has the rare ability to make me laugh out loud during a movie. So I'm a fan. And I don't even watch "The Office". Oh, and The Rock (sorry, Dwayne) is always a plus too.

(Don't worry, Hulky. I'll probably catch you on DVD, if only to see Edward Norton.)

2. As I'm exiting Sephora this afternoon, a mom and her 5 or 6 year old son are walking in. The boy shouts, "Ahhhh, this place hurts my eyes!".

3. Speaking of Sephora, I HEART my new Benetint Pocket Pal (not to be confused with a pocket rocket). I've been a longtime fan of plain old Benetint and many other Benefit products, but this makes me so happy that I'm wearing it right now, at 9:30 PM while blogging in my basement.

4. I emptied out and cleaned 6 bags of various size and purpose yesterday. Among the contents I unearthed:

• $102 in cash (woohooooo!)
• estimated between $20-$30 in change (oh, so that's why all my bags are so heavy)
• 4 size 5 diapers
• 2 size 3 diapers
• 6 size 1-2 diapers
• portable toothpicks
• a Crate and Barrel catalog
• my Better Than Ezra "Closer" CD jewel case
• 2 wine corks
• 1 unidentified key
• 2 toothbrushes
• 3 pens (1 good one, 2 crap ones)
• 2 boxes of raisins
• 3 smashed (but still in their packages) granola bars
• 2 old, skeevy pacifiers
• 4 tubes of lipstick/lip gloss/lip stuff
• a Target gift card
• 5 Bandaids
• 16 Hot Wheels cars
• 10 Fisher Price plastic zoo animals
• many, many, MANY Cheerio crumbs

5. Riley doesn't really say "I love you" unless you specifically tell him too. What he does say, as he snuggles on my lap, is "I make you so happy". He still has a bit of trouble with pronouns, but I don't really intend to ever correct this one.

6. Bathroom painting has made excellent progress, but is still ongoing. I'll snap some pictures when it all looks a little nicer.

7. We're leaving for Vero Beach, FL this weekend, so once again I must pack our entire house into 4 bags. I went to Eddie Bauer today and bought a draggable duffel that's the size of my king sized bed. I'm still not sure it will be big enough. I'm also not sure how I'll drag it when it's full. Wait, that's what I have Marc for.

8. Mason's developed a little Southern accent. She says "Haaah" in place of "Hi". Unsurprisingly, I totally adore this.

9. Our main floor AC has been out all week, but it's set to be replaced tomorrow, THANK GOD. Goodbye, $5,000. I'll miss the good times we could have had together.

10. A parting photo, taken about 2 weeks ago when my Uncle Tim came to visit my house for a few hours:

Late to the party.

Breaking news: As of approximately 12:06 AM this morning, my husband and I were no longer the last people on Earth who had not seen Iron Man.

(breaks for applause)

I cannot quite explain the bizarre tabooness (in my life, anyway) of being the last people to exit the theatre at midnight on a Tuesday night.

And the movie? Loved it! Very happy we managed to still find it in the theatre. On the menu today? Another movie! Maybe Get Smart, maybe The Incredible Hulk, I'm not sure. I love Edward Norton, but have frankly never really gotten into the Hulk story. Perhaps Steve Carrell is my go-to entertainment for the day.

What say you all?

I'll come around to see you once in a while.

Yesterday morning, 8 AM:

Driving to the Farmer's Market. This is my little ritual that I look forward to all week. A cool Saturday morning, me in the convertible, music playing as loud as I want. Look at that corn popping up!

Convertible hair. I don't mind a bit. On this particular trip, some songs I heard that made me happy:

• "Havana Daydreamin'" - Jimmy Buffett
• "Hello, It's Me" - Todd Rundgren
• "Peter Piper" - Run DMC
• "Hello Eugene" - Pink Martini
• "Love Stinks" - J Geils Band

Sirius Satellite Radio, you are a friend of mine.

These pretty little things are gooseberries. I ate them on the way home. Well, not ALL of them.

Because I was looking forward to having this for lunch. Grilled CBLT, made mostly from my purchases that morning. Yum yum yum yum yum tomato.

Other business:

Been super light on the posting round these parts lately, and I shore do apologize for it. (I don't know why I've tossed on a Texan accent, let's just go with it.) Firstly I was having a TypePad login problem that kept me from posting yesterday, but that's all better now. I also have just been crazy busy, and often have a lot of paint on my fingers.

But when I DON'T have paint on my fingers, I've been taking lots of photos, and have a few stories to share. I downloaded all 20 majillion photos from the past 2 months or so yesterday, and will be getting to posting them soon. Along with photos of my painted bathroom, which surely you are dying to see. (Yes, YOU ARE, dammit.) Promise.

Look at my baby girl!

Kisses for Pop Pop. Awwwww.....

She makes this face all the time. Love it!

(Please for to look at my adorable girl and be distracted from the lack of any real content on this site lately? Thanks!) 

Gone quiet.

Hello, yes, I know you missed me, and yes, I missed Old Photo Tuesday, and no, I'm not sure you should forgive me either.

But I have exciting news! That's right! We got a new hot water heater!

What, you don't think that's very exciting? You don't need to be so snobby about it. It's not like I'm over here getting paid to entertain you. You 3 or 4 people are very hard to please, you know.

Well, if you didn't like the hot water heater bit (and I worked so hard on that one) then you certainly won't be thrilled to hear that I am spending much of my "free" time painting my bathroom. Aqua. Yes, that's right. I am going to love it, and EVERYONE ELSE WILL TOO, DAMMIT. So this means that The Internet and all of its twisty little secret passages of joy will just have to take a backseat for a bit. And also this blog here.

UNLESS, of course, I do something stupid like kick a can of aqua paint over all over the tile floor, and the baby just happens to crawl in it while I am dashing off for the camera. If that happens, I'll totally document every side-splitting moment. (I can't believe I actually typed that out. Now it's really going to happen. Oh my God! Aqua paint will never come out of white grout! Don't just stand there - do something!)

Nine years ago today.

I'd do it all again.

Ok, if I had it all to do over again, I promise I'd try not to have my water break in the car on the way to the hospital BOTH TIMES. Sorry about that.

But everything else, I think I'd keep.

Where I try to prove that I'm down with the cool kids.

My musical fascination of the week, for your enjoyment (or for you to scoff at, if you've been listening to this for, like, WEEKS NOW, GOD, and you're just so over it already. In which case, hopefully someday you will get over your hipster self.) (But feel free to keep on coming around here to scoff at me until you do!)

I love the horns. I'm not usually a horn lover. Go figure.

Doing my part to combat global warming.

Thornton, Colorado. The Blizzard of '82. Though you can't tell in this picture, the snowdrifts were as high as some of our neighbor's houses. I LOVED it. My cousins (visiting from Nebraska) and I and some neighbor kids built a huge snow fort, and we were able to sled right off the top of it. It seemed like the biggest thing in the world, but looking back, it was probably only about 6 feet tall.

Anyhow, the weather is wonderfully cool here in Maryland, but if it happens to be unbearably hot where you are, I hope this helps even just a little.

In other news, I am officially old, as I am going around waving my walking stick and cackling about the good ol' days and the Blizzard of '82. They just don't make 'em like they used to.

Sunday still life.

Scenes from my home this morning, 9:30-ish...

Oh, hello, toes. You're looking awfully white this morning. Bet those baggy old sweats are very comfy!

Let's just all pretend we don't see my dear husband there in his underwear. We'll forgive him for it, because he just worked so hard putting up those pretty shades you see behind his head. Morning shade! Woo hoo! Let's move into the kitchen...

 Check out the apple bits all over the floor there. I'd like to say I am going to go right now and clean those up, but the truth is they will stay there until I step on one. That will probably be during dinner prep this evening. And what is that up on the counter? Is that what I think it is...?

Yes. Yes, it is. That explains the underwear.

Oh, look! Clean laundry on the dining room table waiting to be folded! I don't know HOW that got there. I am going to go fold it RIGHT NOW.

I'm going to take a moment to join you in your laughter. Hahahaha!! Hee hee!! Woooo, that was a good one.

Here is some dirty laundry, eager to join the party on the dining room table. Don't worry, soiled little clothes! You'll get there! And once you're there, you'll probably stay there much longer than you'd like.

 

Oh dear! There appears to have been a horrible accident at the bridge overnight. I wonder how this happened...

Oh, Bertie. Looks like you got in the vodka again, and carreened drunkenly off the track. I'll send Thomas to pick you up shortly. In the meantime, I'm off to put away the Grey Goose. It causes nothing but trouble around here.