The Boy

I don't want to hear anyone ever say that I don't let the boy get dirty!



Some Pics.

A drum machine for me?!

The Kids!

"Hmmm, these squiggles just don't make any sense, how does mommy do this..."

"I missed you guys sooooooooo, much!"

Multitasking!

Look! New shoes! I can walk and talk at the same time. Too bad Tia La caught on about the cabinets, or I'd be snacking of fish crackers too.

Look At Me!!!!

Ummm, I'm a big kid now?



Pretty cool huh? Bet you can't do that!

I’ll take ‘Gorgonzola’ for $300, please Alex…

I'll be the first to admit it, I'm a little bit of a neat freak. Ok. Yes, I'm a bit anal at times about cleanliness, I've said it, I take full ownership of my obsesive compulsive need for tidiness. As soon as there's a 12 step program for this I'll join it.

So, anyway, it turns out that the thing I love the most about my new granite countertop is the very thing I hate the most about it. See, it really hides the dirt, crumbs, smudges, spills, dribbles, sticky messes, germ traps, evil bits of food that mock me as wipe and wipe and wipe...

Ummmm, what was I....?

Oh, the countertop, right. Yes. So it seems that the only way to be sure that I won't miss any spots and later set my hand down on some hidden mess is to view it from the side and under a bright enough light so that crumbs and even glass rings cast a shadow or show up as dullness on my shiny clean counter top. It's the only way to be absolutely certain that I haven't missed anything.....Hey! Is that some salt there by the salt shaker....@(#)*@)#^%*....Gotta go,.... umm that is all....

In Vinum Est Veritas

My brother Ardo invited me to attend a Wine Dinner on Friday night at the Faculty Club where he works. It was to be accompanied by a talk from Rex Pickett, the guy who wrote 'Sideways'. Did you see the movie 'Sideways'? The evening was billed as "Merlot Fights Back!" because in the movie Merlot is seriously trashed. This led us all to believe that perhaps Mr. Pickett was going to speak on the virtues of Merlot and since each course was to be accompanied by a different Merlot we thought that he'd describe each Merlot served as we ate. Boy were we wrong!

I went to this event with my lovely sister-in-law, Kay Marie. The food was really great and by the time dessert was served everyone was quite happy, including our speaker, who by the way did not speak to us during the dinner.

The mistress of ceremonies stood to introduce him and started her introduction by saying "Our guest speaker has asked if we could get this over with..." not a statement that portends an excellent speech.

Then Mr. Pickett stood to speak, a relatively good looking man probably in his mid 50's. His first statement was that he had awakened at 3 a.m. having a panic attack and had decided at that point that he was not going to attend the dinner.

That was enough to make the rest of us wish we hadn't. The rest of the speech can only be described as a total and complete train wreck. The man was drunk and unprepared, he rambled and swore and most of his comments centered around 'getting laid'. It was sad and I'd like to think that if the man saw himself on tape later he'd be embarrassed, but I think somehow that he's way beyond that.

Senior faculty members began to leave discreetly at first and then later, in not so discreet groups.We began plotting our own escape. It seemed that every once in a while he'd say something semi lucid and people would clap, these would seem to have been good opportunities for him to sit down and stop talking, but he didn't, he just rambled on. Finally, after our escape through the kitchen had been planned out, he stopped talking and sat down, there were applause at this though I'm not sure if they were in gratitude that he finally shut up or if there were those out there who truly enjoyed the 'speech'.

Thank goodness the food was great and the company even better.

P.S. to earlier post OR 'Oh and by the way...'

From the inside back cover photo of the Joe Hill book, let me say that that boy inherited the best features from his parents, because where he definitely resembles his father, he is far far better looking. So judging a book by its cover (literally) this one's a winner!

Reading List?

So, Stephen King's sons are writing books. Or is it Stephen King's son? There's a book out "We're All In This Together" (in 2005) by Owen King, some short stories, and on February 13th, 2006, a brand new book out by Joe Hill. Is 'Joe Hill' Owen's pen name or another of Mr. King's boys? Does anyone know? Has anyone read the short stories of Owen King?

I'm going to get 'The Heart Shaped Box' by Joe Hill and see if writing talent is in the genes.

Let me know what you know of these boys and I'll let you know about the book.

That is all.

Starving

"Hmmm, peas, corn, beans, water,....where are the Cheerios? I know I've seen her put them in here somewhere."