Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Oh, to be a fly on the wall...

I was completely tickled by word that yesterday, the Supreme Court was debating changing the FCC rules that restrict radio personalities, TV shows, etc from using certain swear words.

The swear words in question were referred to in the Supreme Court's hour long discussion as "the S word" and "the F bomb". that is f'in fantastic...
After last night's indescribably wonderful victory (I feel like I've been holding my breath for months), we broke out our old Olympus camera this morning and captured a few priceless video moments of our baby boy saying "Obama"...and then promptly launching into an Obama-song which devolved into "Bingo was his name-o" a few seconds later :)

I'm thrilled that this is the first president he will remember...

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Go Fenway!!

I'm a complete wash-out as a Sox fan this year. I bought into a 10-(wo)man plan many years ago, so I always have at least a few tickets every year, but August 13th was the first game I've been to all season. I haven't even been watching them on TV much during July & August.

Nice game to see, though. T. was at home watching H., so I took my college roommate Mickie, and it was a freakin GORGEOUS night at the ballpark. Warm and windy, and the Sox beat the Rangers 8-4 (it would have been 8-0 if not for Mike "why, Tito, why??????" Timlin).

Our already good seats (4th row bleachers behind Sox bullpen, lots of opportunities to espy pitchers & hot Captains) have been made even better by a) the removal of 2 rows of seats in front of us b) new flooring and c) removal of offending fence that used to be directly in our line of vision. Go Fenway!!

Monday, April 7, 2008

Edward Gorey

This is undoubtedly my favorite Gorey illustration of all time. It's the name that put it over the top.

Parenting, Inc.

Alert reader Todd (ok, he's my husband) points me to the latest in the NY Times Sunday Book Review...

Sadly, "Three is the new Hummer." is not a misquote.

Sunday, April 6, 2008

One of those days

Today has of those days.

Rainy, disjointed, not full of enough activities. The strangest thing about parenthood that no one ever tells you is how utterly and completely time-strangled you are - we've got to be out by this time, we've got to be home by this time, we've got to make sure naps happen at this time. Ridiculous. But you do it to keep the whole works moving along happily.

So, what did I do to bust out of my feelings of being tied down with domestic taffy? Started blogging. wheeeeee...