Friday, May 15, 2009

I've been published!

It's just a photo in an online travel guide, but still pretty exciting, I think. Apparently the editors of "schmap" saw my Texas Stadium photo on flickr and decided to include it. Follow this link:

http://www.schmap.com/dallas/tours_tour4/p=116039/i=116039_30.jpg

...and you'll see it there credited with my name. Cool, huh?


Thursday, May 14, 2009

Human Weeds

I'm sure most of you have seen much of this information before, but I thought this video was very well done.



This stuff really strikes close to home now that I actually have "Negros" in my own family. This is utterly despicable. It just makes me so angry and literally sick to my stomach.

I am truly hoping and praying that by sharing this video with my own pro-choice family members, that their love for my sons might help the message sink in and they will reconsider their terribly misguided views.

progress

25.1 pounds, woohoo. The last five took the better part of three months, so I don't know if I'll ever get to the final goal (another 15-20). Don't expect before and after photos or anything, but it's still nice to hit this interim milestone just before going to the beach.

Repeat after me...

Let's rehearse a few important lines, shall we? Repeat after me:

"I'm sorry, I have to hang up now because I'm getting into a crowded elevator. I'll call you back later."

"Hi, I can't talk right now, I'm driving. I'll call you back later."

"Hi there. Sorry, but I'll have to call you back later. I'm at the table with a friend."

"I'll text you back later, I'm at band rehearsal and my section leader told me to leave my phone in the car."

Please use these liberally, so that I am not forced to take your cell phone, stomp on it repeatedly, and shove the broken pieces where the sun don't shine. Thank you.

PS - There is no line for store clerks because if you are on the clock and have a customer, you LET IT GO TO VOICEMAIL YOU STUPID PIMPLE-FACED PUNK!

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Hmmmm, okay...

So I went and got a hair cut today... it needed to be trimmed and re-shaped. Thankfully no one else was waiting so the nice (tattooed, blonde on top/black on bottom hair) took me back and started spraying my hair down and asking what I wanted done.

She proceeds with the hair cut, and after she finished I asked if she would just blow dry it out since I had another errand to run and don't want WETHEAD. And off to work she went, blowing, teasing, and going banana's on my hair. I should probably insert here that I'm not real fashion or hair savvy. Once she felt it was dry and massive enough she started putting in products of different sorts. I decided to make a little small talk and ask what she was using. After the names she said, "it's what I use in my own hair!" (Isn't it always interesting the hair styles of those we pay to cut our own hair.)

I did my best not to laugh, and all I could muster was "Hmmm, okay."

All in all I'm pleased with the cut... it isn't much different from what I had done back in February... just all cleaned up in time for vacation!

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

85.8 degrees

That's the water temperature in Port A right now. T-minus four days...

Monday, May 11, 2009

bummed

Okay y'all. I rolled my eyes when she showed up with him. I told us not to get attached. We're just babysitters. Yeah, well, that didn't work. He is too perfect. And I saw our boys in him, and thought of how I hope someone else loved them so much until they became ours, and how I just can't understand, if I am in love after just two days, how a parent - a mother - could abandon them.

Our boys fawned all over him and asked if we could get him baptized. Believe me, I did the research. I almost baptized him last night in the bath tub. It would have been illicit but technically valid.

Plus he has my wife's little mouth and chin and I just. can't. stand it. I NEED to put him in my pocket and take him everywhere and smoosh him and kiss him.

You know all those eloquent prayers about submission and "Thy will, not my will", etc. I can't get myself to say them. All I got is, "Oh, please please please please please please please please please please..."

Unfortunately, the party is over, and the baby had to go "home" tonight. I told MommaLlama that she should be sure to cry - a lot - when she drops him off. She says it's too early and would appear desperate. So I told the baby (hereby dubbed "Bean") to cry all night long and to irritate everyone from siblings to dogs, but especially grandparents, with such terrible behavior that they would want to send him back. MommaLlama told him to make them cry "Uncle!" EXACTLY! I'm the uncle, get it? ;)

Oh, Bean. Hope to see you soon.