Monday, March 31, 2008
"No," the man says, "It's Kurt Browning's God of Skate Seven."
I burst into laughter. It was just such a ludicrous sentence to come out of his mouth. I may have got the number wrong, it could be Kurt Browning's God of Skate Four or Eight or something. I can't say for certain, and I'm loathe to ask Google. What would Google think of me? (google does keep track, you know.)
As well, the title - Kurt Browning's God of Skate Seven - makes me think of the Pay-Per-View Adult Entertainment titles - you know, Mistiii Raynes presents Hott (x-rated verb of choice) Action XVII.
And that was pretty much my Sunday afternoon. How was yours?
Friday, March 28, 2008
I dyed a bunch of stuff.
Of varying types & colors.
And made a bunch of stuff.
And ate a bunch of stuff.
It was good.
(I also did a lot of bookkeeping, but that's not as exciting to photograph, so.)
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
You see that spoon? That purple spoon? It's no longer a token spoon, it is a spoon of action. If I load it with food, she successfully puts the spoon in her mouth & eats the food!
(As opposed to waving it around, smooshing it in her hair, dropping it on the floor...)
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
Monday, March 03, 2008
She really is. Unless, of course, she's tired or hungry, or has just bonked her head. But hey, we all feel like that, right?
Tomorrow, Tuesday, is my first Tuesday going to the office while Heather watches my girl, which makes this the first two-office-day week. I think I'll miss my girl, but it'll be a relief to be able to get the Tuesday workload done so much easier, & I do enjoy going to the office & using a different corner of my brain.
And this is my last week of spinning class - mixed emotions - I really enjoy the class & learning & being around like minded (similarily obsessed) women, but I really really go through baby withdrawal - daddy puts her to bed, then I leave early the next morning before Am is awake, then when I get home she's usually having her afternoon nap. So it's almost 24 hours with no baby smooshing! Well, okay, it's more like 22 hours, but man, I miss her. I think it's worse because she's right there - just asleep, so I could wake her up & squeeze her....except I'm not that crazy. Well, maybe I am, but I do like my sleep, & respect her need for sleep too.
Speaking of sleep.....zzzzzzz